The Crown Prince's appearance was certainly not accidental, but it was not necessarily to help her.
It's even impossible, because Qiao Lian'er is resolute and ruthless. If she really knew her whole plan, she would not tolerate her existence.
If she reveals this, won't it cause a huge uproar? The Qiao family will know all about it, and they will definitely be disappointed in her and hate her to the core.
Looking at Da Meng's serious face, she would rather he die the moment he learned the truth than have her face the long torment herself.
Du Qinglan closed her eyes.
"Brother Da Meng, if I do something wrong, will you blame me?"
Da Meng looked at her in surprise: "Why would you say that? Lan'er, everything before was not your fault. You are a pitiful person."
"As long as you live a good life with me from now on, as long as you only have me in your heart from now on, I don't care about anything else."
He thought Du Qinglan was talking about a kind person, a weak woman who had no choice but to survive.
He said, "I only regret that I didn't appear by your side sooner."
Du Qinglan stepped out of the house. Two lanterns were lit in the courtyard. There was no moonlight in the sky, the light was dim, and everything was blurry.
She looked up at the gloomy sky and stared at it for what seemed like an eternity.
Then, from inside the room, Da Meng said, "It's done."
Du Qinglan walked in, and Da Meng saw the tear stains on her eyes, which softened his heart immediately.
"Why are you crying again? I've already said I don't care, I really don't care. You don't need to mention it to me, I don't care at all."
As he spoke, he awkwardly used a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Du Qinglan's eyes.
The fact that Du Qinglan has had no contact with other men after nearly two months of dating proves this point.
She has lost contact with that kind man; she wants to continue her relationship with him.
"Look, this is the love letter I wrote to you." Da Meng scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. "My handwriting isn't very good. It's the thickest and ugliest in the family. Just bear with it."
Du Qinglan picked up the letter. The large sheet of Xuan paper was filled with words and phrases, and the key words she wanted already took up 30% of the page.
A few more tries should be enough.
"Brother Da Meng, you write so much despite your clumsy handwriting. It warms my heart."
“Then I’ll write this much for you every day.” Seeing that she liked it, Da Meng said happily, “It’ll also help you practice your handwriting.”
He looked around the house and said, "How about we send you a few soldiers? You're all alone in this courtyard, and I'm a little worried."
Du Qinglan immediately refused: "No need, Brother Meng. I've been safe here for so many years. The neighbors are all fierce. If someone sneaks in, I can just shout and someone will come."
Da Meng had no choice but to give up.
After Da Meng left, Du Qinglan tightly closed the doors and windows, leaving not even a crack.
Then he placed the love letter by the stove to dry it. The bright firelight danced on Du Qinglan's stunningly beautiful face, reflecting a cold cruelty.
She had to keep going; she couldn't turn back.
Because she knew perfectly well that even if others had a chance, she wouldn't dare gamble on the promise the eldest prince made to her.
She cannot afford any additional turmoil; sticking to the established plan is the thing she is most confident about.
Once the writing had dried, Du Qinglan laid the Xuan paper flat on the table, and then used a dagger to carefully cut off the selected characters one by one.
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