Chapter 731: Give Him a Taste of His Own
The lights in the study in the Qian family courtyard were bright.
Gu Qingchen placed the two pieces of drawing paper with the golden hairpins on them side by side on the table, and tapped lightly on the papers with his fingertips, making a dull sound.
The anger in her heart that she felt wronged and plotted against had subsided and turned into a coldness in her eyes.
"What does Princess Jiahe care about most?" she asked in a quiet voice.
Qian Zhenyun was grinding ink nearby and didn't even look up when he heard this. "The position of Crown Princess and the Crown Prince Zhao Chen'an."
"Then smash the thing she cares about most to pieces with your own hands in front of her." Gu Qingchen's mouth curled up into a cold arc.
What she wants is not a verbal dispute or petty revenge.
What she wanted was to kill her with one blow, so that Princess Jiahe would never be able to get up again, and all her wishful thinking would become a laughing stock in the entire capital.
Qian Zhenyun paused and looked up at her.
He said nothing, but pushed the ground ink to her hand.
The next day, Qian Zhenyun placed a file in front of Gu Qingchen.
"Anyuan Marquis' Mansion, Chen Jing'an." He spoke concisely.
Gu Qingchen unfolded the file, which recorded the life of a down-and-out young man.
This Mr. Chen was once a renowned scholar of talent in the capital, a man of great talent and wit, particularly skilled in poetry. Before his downfall, he had a close relationship with Princess Jiahe of the Yongding Palace.
The two of them sang poems together, and the beauty added fragrance to the relationship, and they were just one step away from breaking the last layer of window paper.
Later, the Anyuan Marquis's Mansion suffered a disaster and the family fell into poverty. Princess Yongding despised the poor and loved the rich, so she forcibly separated the two and drove Chen Jing'an out of the capital.
"Where is this person now?" Gu Qingchen asked.
"I returned to Beijing a year ago, destitute and destitute, spending my days in casinos and brothels."
Qian Zhenyun added, "He's a smart guy who's been blinded by wealth and broken by reality. This kind of person is the most useful."
Gu Qingchen closed the file. "Three days from now, there will be a blessing temple fair at Jingxin Temple on Qixia Mountain. The prince goes there every year."
She looked at Qian Zhenyun, a calculating look in her eyes. "There's a plum forest in the back hills over there. It's very secluded and would be a great place to perform opera."
Qian Zhenyun understood immediately what she meant.
He did not send anyone to threaten Chen Jing'an, but asked his men to find the down-and-out young man who was drunk at the door of the gambling house on a rainy night. Without any extra words, he only gave him a silver note that was enough for him to pay off all his gambling debts, and a word.
"Three days from now, in the plum forest behind Jingxin Temple, an old friend will want to rekindle the past with you. If you want to make a comeback, this is your only chance."
Chen Jing'an, who was blinded by greed, kowtowed and agreed on the spot.
The plan was proceeding in an orderly manner, but an uninvited guest disrupted the peace.
Lin Jiayou came to the door on his own initiative on the second night.
He seemed to have also found out about Chen Jing'an. With a hint of excitement on his face, he said to Gu Qingchen, "Qingchen, just letting them 'chance encounter' isn't enough. Princess Jiahe is very eloquent and will definitely clear herself of all charges."
As he spoke, he took out something wrapped in a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve and unfolded it carefully.
It was a fine-quality mutton-fat jade pendant with the word "An" engraved on it.
"This was a token of love that Chen Jing'an gave to Jiahe. I spent a lot of money to buy it from his servant."
Lin Jiayou's eyes flashed with a sinister light. "On the day of the temple fair, find a way to make this jade pendant appear on Jiahe's body. Then we'll catch her red-handed. She won't be able to defend herself, and her life will be ruined."
The air in the study suddenly turned cold.
Gu Qingchen looked at Lin Jiayou's face which was slightly distorted by excitement, and suddenly the desperate eyes of old carpenter Li and the disabled hand of the chief escort of the escort agency flashed through his mind.
She suddenly felt nauseous.
"No need." She said coldly.
Lin Jiayou's smile froze, and he looked at her in confusion: "Qingchen, this is the best way. It will make it impossible for her to recover!"
"I just want her to give up and stop." Gu Qingchen stood up and looked at him directly, with a strange alienation in his eyes. "I don't want to use such despicable means to completely destroy a woman."
She looked at him, enunciating each word as if she was announcing a conclusion.
"Lin Jiayou, we are not the same people."
These words, like a knife, completely cut through the veil of "childhood sweethearts" between the two.
Lin Jiayou's face turned ugly in an instant. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
Gu Qingchen didn't look at him again, turned around and walked out of the study.
Qian Zhenyun was standing outside the door, and he had obviously heard all the conversations in the room. He didn't ask anything, but when Gu Qingchen walked by, he stuffed a cup of warm tea into her slightly cold hands.
That silent understanding and recognition is more powerful than any words.
Three days later, it is the Lantern Festival.
Jingxin Temple in Qixia Mountain is decorated with lights and is crowded with people and the incense is burning brightly.
Princess Jiahe dressed up with extra care today, wearing a lilac dress that made her already fair skin look even more delicate.
She moved among the crowd with her personal maid, but her eyes kept glancing at the places where the dignitaries gathered, wanting to leave the most perfect impression in front of the prince.
Just when she was getting anxious, a handsome young monk walked up to her, put his hands together and bowed respectfully.
"Princess, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is waiting for you in the plum forest on the back mountain. He wants to invite you to enjoy the plum blossoms together."
Princess Jiahe's heart skipped a beat.
She suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, nodded reservedly, waved away the maid behind her, and walked alone towards the back mountain with light steps, holding up her skirt.
The path in Meilin is winding and leads to a secluded place.
The further you go in, the fewer human voices there are, leaving only the rustling of wind through the branches.
Princess Jiahe was happily imagining the scene of being alone with the prince, when suddenly a figure appeared from behind a thick plum tree and blocked her way.
The man was wearing an old scholar's robe that had been washed so much that it looked pale. His face was haggard, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, and he had an almost insane infatuation in them.
"Jia'er!" He rushed forward, calling her nickname excitedly, "It's really you! I knew you still miss me in your heart!"
Princess Jiahe was frightened by this sudden change and took two steps back before she could see the face of the person who came.
It’s Chen Jing’an.
The man who should have disappeared from her life long ago and represented her past that she could not bear to look back on.
"How dare you!" she shouted, her heart pounding. "Who are you to speak nonsense and offend this princess?"
Chen Jing'an seemed to have completely ignored her scolding. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Princess Jiahe's wrist.
"Jia'er, don't you recognize me? It's me, Jing'an!" He clenched his fist tightly. "You left so decisively back then, but do you know how I've been living these past few years? I think about you day and night, tossing and turning, and all I see in my dreams is you!"
"You're crazy! Let me go!" Princess Jiahe was shocked and angry. She tried desperately to break free, but the man was incredibly strong.
At this moment, a few suppressed exclamations were heard from the corner of Merlin Trail not far away.
Several gorgeously dressed ladies from aristocratic families were looking at this side with their hands covering their mouths in shock.
"Then, isn't that Princess Jiahe?"
"Oh my god, who is that man? How dare he get involved with the princess in broad daylight..."
"How shameful!"
Those whispers were like a bucket of cold water, pouring over Princess Jiahe's head. Her face instantly lost all color, and her mind went blank.
It's over.
"Let go!" She was so anxious that tears were about to fall, and her voice was sharp, "Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
However, the more she struggled, the tighter Chen Jing'an hugged her, and he kept complaining about the pain of missing her. In the eyes of outsiders, his infatuated look was simply a tangled and tangled fate.
Just when Princess Jiahe was speechless, anxious and angry, and almost fainted, a cold voice like ice sounded not far away, instantly drowning out all the noise.
"Sister Jiahe, you are such a good person."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that Crown Prince Zhao Chen'an had been standing there with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a dark brocade robe and his face was as gloomy as water.
Also coming with her was Princess Yongding...
Princess Jiahe froze as if struck by lightning. She looked into Zhao Chen'an's cold, disappointed eyes, and her heart sank to the bottom.
Chen Jing'an was also startled by the scene and subconsciously let go of his hand.
In the chaos, a warm and smooth mutton-fat jade pendant "accidentally" slipped from his wide cuffs, fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and rolled right to the side of Princess Jiahe's embroidered shoes.
Princess Yongding's eyes instantly locked onto the jade pendant.
The flamboyantly written Chinese character "安" on the jade pendant burned her eyes like a red-hot iron.
She recognized it immediately. It was the token of love that he had ordered his daughter to throw away and had been furious about!
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