Qin Minglang was stunned.
The Ninth Prince's Mansion?
Mo Yunhan!
Jiang Qingwan actually entered Mo Yunhan's backyard. Could it be... could it be that she offered herself to him through Liu Ruzhi's connection?
You bitch!
slut!
Shameless!
No wonder the Ninth Prince was targeting him; everything makes sense now.
He wished he could rush in and drag Jiang Qingwan out.
He touched the blueprints in his arms, then quickly calmed down.
How could a lowly woman really think she could climb the social ladder and become a member of the royal family?
Once she's kicked out, he'll make sure to see her miserable state and make her regret refusing to be intimate with him that day.
He wanted her to know that he was the greatest support Jiang Qingwan could rely on in her life.
...
After replenishing the wine, there were still two jars left.
Jiang Qingwan glanced at the wooden door, lost in thought.
Lian'er brought over the tea stove and, seeing her like this, sighed inwardly.
"Miss, do you really like the prince that much?"
"ah?"
Jiang Qingwan was still lost in thought, her expression somewhat dazed.
But in Lian'er's eyes, it was the disappointment of loving someone she couldn't have.
She made up her mind and knelt down with a thud.
“This servant should have died at Huai Tower today, but it was Miss who saved me. This servant knows that Miss is a capable person. Just tell me what to do, and this servant will definitely fulfill your wish.”
Jiang Qingwan finally understood what she was talking about, and took a small iron shovel to poke at the charcoal fire used for brewing tea.
"Since you're following me, I'll make sure you're safe. Besides, I don't like Mo Yunhan."
Mo Yunhan, who was about to push the door open and enter, instantly turned cold.
Ye Qi was already going crazy.
Heaven knows how much brainpower he used to subtly persuade Mo Yunhan to come and take a look at the backyard.
Jiang Qingwan's voice rang out again, "That night was just an accident, and besides, he has someone he loves. I wouldn't break up a couple for a pretty face. Moreover, to me, he's just..."
She pondered how to describe it in a more accessible and understandable way to prevent Lian'er from doing anything foolish. Her gaze fixed ahead, she slowly began to speak.
"For example, I need to use the Mo Yunhan kettle to boil the water in it before I can brew tea."
Lian'er covered her mouth, looking horrified.
"Absorbing Yang to replenish Yin?"
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