Chapter 668: You are unlucky, so stop it now
Prince Yong's Mansion.
In the main hall, the finest silver frost charcoal was burning brightly.
"I don't care! Jingchuan, go and write the divorce letter immediately!" Princess Yong's well-maintained face was full of anger and harshness.
She pointed outside the door and said in a sharp voice, "That woman from the Zhao family is a jinx! Our eldest grandson was killed by her!"
"She's never seen anything good! After entering the palace, she was like a starving ghost, stuffing food into her mouth desperately! She stuffed my grandson to death!"
Lin Jingchuan was wearing a plain brocade robe, his face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He sat downstairs, listening to his mother's harsh curses, and felt a splitting headache.
He was also heartbroken by the death of his child.
Lin Jingchuan closed his eyes and said, "Mother, Zhi'er just had a miscarriage and is still weak."
"So what? She killed my grandson, and she still wants to stay in the palace?"
"Enough!" Prince Yong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly slammed the teacup in his hand onto the table. The porcelain collided with the mahogany, making a dull sound.
Princess Yong was startled and the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.
Lin Jingchuan raised his head and said, "Mother, it was you who said that the daughter of the Zhao family was gentle and virtuous, and insisted that I marry her. Now, she has just lost her child for me, and you want me to divorce her?"
How do you want the world to view me, Lin Jingchuan? How do you want the world to view our Prince Yong Mansion?"
Princess Yong's chest heaved with rage. She pointed at him and said, "You! Are you blaming me now? I did it for your own good! Who knew she would be so unlucky that she couldn't even have a child?"
Seeing this, Lin Xingyao softly chimed in, "Mother, please don't be too angry. Brother was just worried about the child and was confused for a moment."
"But then again, Sister Zhao's health is indeed... Alas, I wonder if she will be able to have children for the palace in the future."
These words seemed to be an advice, but in fact they were just adding salt to the wound.
King Yong's eyes swept over like a knife and landed on Lin Xingyao's face.
"You can't tolerate a daughter-in-law who just lost her child? You're even asking for a divorce?"
"Are you worried that the Yong Palace hasn't lost enough face? You want to make fun of us in the capital, poke our backs, and accuse us of being mean and ungrateful?"
Princess Yong fell silent immediately.
Lin Xingyao was frightened by her father's look and quickly lowered her head, not daring to say anything more.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense.
Prince Yong retracted his gaze and turned to Lin Jingchuan, his tone softening slightly, "The child is gone, and this prince is heartbroken. But now is not the time to dwell on these things."
He changed the subject and asked in a deep voice, "What assignment did the Emperor assign you?"
Lin Jingchuan calmed himself down and replied respectfully, "Father, the Emperor intends to let me take over some of the duties of the Jingji Guards temporarily."
"Yes." Prince Yong nodded, a gleam in his eyes. "The Duke of Zhenguo has recently taken leave at home, and the defense of the capital is currently weak. The emperor is deliberately training you. You must work hard and don't let the emperor down."
Lin Jingchuan bowed his head and replied, "Yes, I understand."
Seeing that her father and brother were talking about serious matters, Lin Xingyao quickly seized the opportunity to try to make up for her previous gaffe.
She spoke softly, "Brother is young and promising, and will surely be able to relieve Father's worries. Naturally, brother's future is more important than the women in the harem."
She thought these words would please her father, but Prince Yong didn't even raise his eyelids.
"If you have nothing to do, go back to your Princess's Mansion."
The cold words, without any emotion, were like a basin of ice water, completely chilling Lin Xingyao's calculations.
Her face instantly turned awkward. Her father was now really avoiding her.
"Your Highness!" Princess Yong's heart ached, and she quickly pulled her daughter to her side. "Xingyao came back specially to see me! My daughter finally came back, and she's only been sitting here for a short while, and you're sending her away?"
Lin Xingyao's eyes turned red, and her face immediately changed into an expression of aggrieved yet sensible.
She took Princess Yong's hand and softly consoled her, "Mother, Father is right. Brother wants to discuss important matters, and I cannot interrupt him here. I will come to see you another day."
After she finished speaking, she stood up, bowed to Prince Yong and Princess Yong, and retreated respectfully.
As she walked out of the main hall, the grievance on Lin Xingyao's face disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The trusted nanny came forward and asked in a low voice, "Princess, are you going back home?"
Lin Xingyao looked at the desolate courtyard in the distance, a smile on her lips.
"No," she whispered, "go see my good sister-in-law."
The courtyard where Zhao Qingzhi lived was called "Zhilan Garden", but at this moment there was no trace of orchid fragrance, and it was dead and gloomy.
The two maids guarding the door were so frightened when they saw Lin Xingyao coming with a large group of people that their faces turned pale and they knelt down tremblingly to pay their respects.
Lin Xingyao didn't even bother to look at them and walked straight in.
"Princess!" An older maid summoned her courage and stopped at the door. "The Crown Prince's Consort is still in confinement after childbirth and is not feeling well. The doctor has instructed her to rest and not be exposed to the wind."
"Get out of here." The nanny behind Lin Xingyao stepped forward and pushed the maid, causing her to stagger.
Lin Xingyao then glanced at her slowly, "Why? This princess can't even enter this door?"
As she stepped over the threshold, a strange smell of blood and medicine hit her in the face.
Lin Xingyao frowned, and immediately took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her mouth and nose with it in disgust.
"Why? Come to see my joke?"
Zhao Qingzhi struggled to sit up and lean against the head of the bed.
She was wearing a loose nightgown, which made her face look even more swollen, pale and bloodless.
Lin Xingyao walked slowly to the bedside, looked down at her, chuckled, and put down the handkerchief in her hand.
"What sister-in-law said is really right."
She pulled over a stool and sat down slowly, her posture elegant, in stark contrast to the mess on the bed.
"I just came here to see you laugh. To see how you, this unlucky jinx, killed our Lin family's eldest grandson."
"You!" Zhao Qingzhi was so angry that her whole body was shaking. Her chest was heaving violently, which affected the wound and made her gasp in pain.
Lin Xingyao looked at her painful appearance, and the pleasure in her eyes became even stronger.
"Don't be so quick to get angry, sister-in-law."
She deliberately lowered her voice, moved closer, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'm going to tell you one more thing, you have to hold on."
She was satisfied to see a hint of fear flash across Zhao Qingzhi's eyes, and then she slowly spoke.
"Brother, he is ready to divorce you."
These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Zhao Qingzhi's mind.
She widened her eyes in disbelief and denied it in a lost voice: "No, it's impossible! Jingchuan won't do that!"
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