The sixth prince, Qin Ye, was scolded by his father for twenty years and fell into a coma on his way home. The eldest brother, Fu Su, was standing in front of the bed, frowning and calling in a low voice, but the imperial doctor couldn't tell the reason after checking his pulse. When I opened my eyes, the system finally rang: the response module was loading. Fusu was still talking about Confucian benevolence and forgiveness. I stared at the number in my head that jumped from 1 to 999. I swallowed and whispered: Brother... I have a headache. When he looked back at me, the system beeped to complete the binding. With this simplified version, I have to try first to see if I can beg him to stop talking nonsense.
