The next day.

Early morning.

In the imperial capital, heated discussions arose:

"Have you heard that the prince has committed a serious crime and has been sent to the clan residence! How pitiful for the newly married eldest daughter of the Qin family. She is the most beautiful woman in the imperial capital!"

"What do you mean just married? Miss Qin is no longer the prince's concubine! The prince divorced her a long time ago!"

"Ah? What's going on?"

"You don't know yet? After Concubine Qin married into the Crown Prince's Mansion, the Crown Princess bullied and humiliated her out of jealousy, and even caused her fingers to be crippled! The innocent young lady was abused beyond recognition. The Emperor has already made a decision for Miss Qin..."

The rumor spread out of nowhere, but as the sun rose, it was known throughout the city.

Qin Xiangfu.

Above the main hall.

Qin Zuo Xiang, who had just returned from court, sat there lazily, holding a teacup. Beside him was a scroll of imperial edict, which was the decree to clear Qin Hongluan.

The emperor issued an edict to compensate Qin Hongluan for all the injustices she had suffered in the Prince's Mansion.

At the same time, rumors were spreading in the city.

The butler kept running in and out, reporting the news in real time:

"Master, everyone in the city knows that the eldest lady is innocent, and they are all scolding the Crown Princess for being vicious."

"Master, the people all feel sorry for what happened to the young lady..."

"master……"

Amid the rumors, even after Qin Hongluan got married, she still maintained her clean reputation, gained the sympathy of everyone, and got rid of the burden of the Prince's Mansion, without any loss.

Qin Zuo Xiang took a sip of hot tea leisurely.

Everything is calculated.

The crown prince has fallen, but Qin Hongluan is the child he has carefully nurtured, and will be the future queen of the country. The entire Qin family will protect Qin Hongluan.

"Master, His Royal Highness Prince An is here!"

Qin Zuo Xiang was slightly surprised:

"oh?"

Outside the Prime Minister’s residence.

A gray-white carriage was parked outside with thick curtains drawn. Inside the carriage, a man's low coughing continued, and it seemed that he was getting better.

"Your Majesty..." The coachman was extremely worried. He bent over, approached the curtain, and said,

"Your Highness, it's cold today, and you are very weak. Why don't we go back first and invite Miss Qin to Prince An's Mansion in two days?"

"Cough, cough! Cough... no... cough..."

Prince An kept coughing, and his thin body kept shaking and trembling.

Dressed in white, he looked like a withered leaf on a bleak branch, ready to fall at any time in the wind.

"Go...ahem...go ask..."

In the past two days, he would always think of the scene in the palace when he grabbed her crippled finger...

He rubbed salt into her wounds.

He couldn't let go of the woman's inferiority complex.

She may not know that he had seen her many years ago...

That year.

At the grand gathering of five nations, he was weak and could only stay in the pavilion. He could not bear the wind or the noise, so he opened the window and looked into the distance.

Five countries gathered together. On the high platform, a woman in a fiery red dress performed a stunning dance that stunned everyone.

She shouldn't feel inferior.

She should be as proud and stunning as she was before, like a flower on a high mountain, looking down on all directions.

After a while.

The driver exchanged a few words with the servant of the Prime Minister's Mansion, then returned to the carriage and whispered:

"Your Majesty, the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion said that Miss Qin has caught a cold and is feeling unwell. She is temporarily unable to see you."

Prince An's eyes dimmed.

Excuse.

She was running away, and he became even more concerned.

The carriage stopped outside the prime minister's residence for a very long time, and only after a long time did it slowly drive away, and the hoarse cough gradually faded away.

The shadow of the carriage disappeared at the corner of the street, and a slender figure walked out of the door of the prime minister's residence without haste.

Qin Hongluan glanced at the shadow at the end, gently stroking her cheek with her slender and beautiful fingers, her eyes full of deep light.

Sometimes, beauty is useful.