Imperial Tomb...
Yes, the imperial tomb!
Lin Yimiao seemed to have thought of something, and a light flashed in her eyes, but Lin Chunhuan ignored her reaction, opened the door and left Yixueyuan.
He found Lu Fu who was waiting outside and covered her mouth as she tried to speak. "Don't say anything. Let me sort it out."
What are you stroking?
Naturally, it is the relationship between the prince and Qin Zhaoxun.
Does the prince have a good relationship with his biological mother?
According to Lin Yimiao, it should be a good thing. After all, Qin Zhaoxun was willing to give up even his own life for his only son.
But...does the prince really not hate it?
If Qin Zhaoxun had not climbed onto the dragon bed, the prince would not have been born and suffered so much. If Qin Zhaoxun had a prominent family like Concubine Li's, Concubine Li would never have dared to use such despicable means to deal with them and their son.
If... too many ifs.
In the end, there is only one conclusion: if Qin Zhaoxu was not his mother, his life would not be filled with so much ugliness.
So, does the prince really not hate?
"Lu Fu, please help me deliver something to the clinic later."
Before Lu Fu could figure out what was going on, she arrived at the clinic in a daze. When the old doctor saw her, the expression on his face was even more friendly than when he saw his own mother.
"Oh my girl, you're finally here. By the way...your young lady..."
"My girl is busy, but she never breaks her promise. So, she asked me to deliver something to you." Lu Fu spoke in a normal tone.
Although she had no idea what the fourth lady wanted her to do, she still did it without hesitation.
Lu Fu gave the old doctor the same needle practice method from yesterday. "My daughter said that you should practice according to the method above first. When she is free, she will come to teach you in person."
"Hey hey hey! Thank you so much, young lady!"
"Don't be so quick to thank me." Lu Fu extended her hand to stop the old doctor's gift. "My daughter told me something when she asked me to come here."
"I heard you're from Jiangbei. Let me ask you, are the lotus flowers blooming well in Jiangbei in April?"
How can lotus bloom in April?
Not to mention the already barren Jiangbei, where there is extreme water shortage all year round, it is still unclear whether there are lotus flowers. Lu Fu walked all the way without understanding what the fourth girl meant by asking this question.
However, I didn't expect that the old doctor's expression changed drastically when he heard this.
She even forgot about the needlework that she had cherished so dearly just a moment ago, and hurriedly bowed to Lu Fu, "Miss, please wait a moment."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old doctor turned around and lifted the curtain in the backyard without even waiting for Lu Fu's response. It was a long time before he reappeared.
"Miss, please tell your daughter that the lotus flowers in Jiangbei are in their best bloom in March."
Green Fu: “???”
"oh."
When they returned to Chunlan Courtyard, everyone in Lu Fu was still confused. When they walked into the yard, they saw Lin Chunhuan staring at an orchid, wondering what he was thinking about.
I gradually lost confidence in my heart.
Lu Fu pursed her lips slightly. She didn't know why, but she always felt that the fourth girl was mysterious these past two days. She used to be able to see through those childish thoughts at a glance.
It seemed as if they had all disappeared with the fall into the water. Until now, let alone seeing through what the other person was thinking at a glance, even if she had thought about it all the way, she still seemed unable to figure it out.
"I'm back."
When Lu Fu came to her senses, Lin Chunhuan was already standing in front of her with a smile on her face. "What did the doctor at the clinic say?"
"Ah, the doctor said that the lotus flowers in Jiangbei bloom best in March. Fourth Miss... where in the world can you find lotus flowers that bloom in March? Is Jiangbei really so different from our Kyoto?"
"How can it be impossible? You haven't even been to Jiangbei, so how do you know it's impossible?"
He patted Lu Fu's shoulder and said, "Rest early. We have a lot to do these past two days, so we need to get enough rest."
Watching Lu Fu's hesitant back as she walked into the house, Lin Chunhuan slowly breathed a sigh of relief. After listening to Lin Yimiao's words today, she always felt that there was something wrong with them.
It’s not that she thinks Lin Yimiao would lie to her.
It's just that there are some details she can't figure out yet, and she needs to find someone to confirm it.
As the night deepened, Lin Chunhuan did not return to his room. Instead, he sat in the yard, drinking glass after glass of wine. He had no idea how much he had drunk, but his cheeks were flushed.
At three o'clock in the morning, a long sword was placed across his neck.
The cold iron gleamed in the moonlight, a chilling glint that made one shudder. Lin Chunhuan stopped pouring the wine and gently pushed the other empty glass forward. "Why is His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin still so angry?"
"You need to rest and heal your injuries. It's better not to get angry easily."
“Who the hell are you?”
The King of Qin behind him held a long sword in his hand, his face stern and murderous, as if he would chop off Lin Chunhuan's head immediately if she said something wrong.
But Lin Chunhuan's movements became increasingly unhurried. He reached out his hand and gently removed the long sword from his neck. He turned around and smiled softly, "Your Highness, Prince Qin, this is the second time you've pointed a sword at me. I hope this will be the last time."
The moonlight was bright, and the dim light fell on the cold face, adding a touch of softness to the drunken charm. The King of Qin was panicked for a moment.
The last time they met, Lin Chunhuan had a veil on her face. He thought that the other party might not dare to show her true face because she was not good-looking.
But no one expected that under the veil, there was such a face that could captivate everyone.
Just one glance can be deeply engraved in one's soul, and it may be hard to forget in this life.
The hand holding the sword hesitated for a moment. It seemed that it would be an unforgivable sin to accidentally destroy even a little bit of such a beauty.
After swallowing silently, the King of Qin finally regained his breath. "This King had no intention of hurting you, but the girl has deliberately appeared before me time and again, making it difficult for me not to suspect her intentions."
"What's more..."
"Besides, I also know the little secret between Your Highness and the late King Zhao."
King Qin's expression changed for a moment.
He is the youngest son of the late emperor. Although he is a brother of the current emperor, there is actually a big age difference between them. It was because he was still very young when several princes were fighting for the throne that he escaped.
Now he is living a peaceful and leisurely life as a prince.
The Prince of Zhao was his brother from the same mother. When the late emperor was seriously ill, the most preferred heir was actually the Prince of Zhao. But for some reason, the name of the current emperor appeared on the imperial edict of succession.
The victor makes the king, the loser makes the bandit. King Zhao failed in his bid for the throne and was banished to Jiangbei. He was not allowed to return to the capital without being summoned. As for the lotus, the King of Qin was still young at that time and did not know in which month the lotus bloomed. So he asked someone to ask him when he wrote a letter home.
The lotus flowers in Jiangbei are blooming beautifully in April.
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