Yingzi was also confused when she heard Qinniang say this. "Is he really not Father? But he looks just like Father to me."
"Maybe there was a gust of wind just now, and Yingzi got some in her eyes. Don't worry, Yingzi, we will definitely find your father."
Yan Gang, who had already drawn the carriage curtain and closed his eyes tightly, looked as if he were resting.
Only he knew how excited and nervous he was; his hands, hidden in his cloak, were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.
Yingzi, I'm so sorry. Please wait a little longer, I'll be reunited with you soon!
The attendant sitting next to Yan Gang glanced at Yan Gang but said nothing.
Yan Gang calmed himself down and said, "Go to Linhua Temple. I want to light a prayer lamp for the princess and the child in her womb."
"Yes, Your Highness," the attendant replied, his eyes full of disdain.
A good-for-nothing who only knows how to flatter the princess. If it weren't for the princess, who would pay attention to him?
However, he dared not openly disobey the prince consort, otherwise the princess would make him pay.
An hour later, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain. Linhua Temple was located halfway up the mountain, and one could only climb the steps to get there.
Halfway up the steps, Yan Gang clutched his stomach and said, "Wait for me, I'll be right back."
The attendant looked at Yan Gang and said with a forced smile, "Your Highness, the woods are not safe. Let me accompany you."
The princess instructed him to keep a close eye on the prince consort, never leaving his side.
He had inexplicably fallen asleep in the carriage earlier, but fortunately, when he woke up, the prince consort was still in the carriage, only going to buy some jujube paste cakes for the princess.
Yan Gang hissed, his expression growing even more pained. He didn't care about anything else, saying, "Fine, fine, come with me yourself, my stomach hurts so much." With that, he rushed into the woods.
The servant chuckled and followed at a leisurely pace.
A gust of wind blew by, and the servant seemed to see someone crouching behind the bushes. He instinctively covered his nose and looked disgusted. "Prince Consort, I'll wait for you here. Hurry up, don't keep the princess waiting."
After saying that, he turned his back to the bushes.
Pfft!
A dagger was plunged straight into the servant's neck.
"Ugh~" The servant clutched his neck, his eyes wide, and slowly turned around in disbelief to look at the person in front of him.
The attendant pointed a finger at the person before him, "The Prince Consort..."
Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.
The servant never imagined that the seemingly timid prince consort would dare to kill him!
Yan Gang coldly stared at the man who had fallen to the ground, took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped the dagger, and put it away.
He couldn't let Qinniang and Yingzi be in any danger.
As for the fact that one servant is missing...
When Yan Gang returned to the princess's residence, the servant who accompanied him bore a striking resemblance to the deceased princess.
Anxing was just a servant, so how could he possibly remember what she looked like?
"You just went to buy some cakes, why are you so late?" An Xing, who was drinking bird's nest soup, raised his eyelids and glanced at Yan Gang.
Yan Gang took out a talisman from his pocket and said softly, "I went to Linhua Temple and asked for a talisman for the princess and the child in her womb."
Granny Gu stepped forward, took the amulet, checked it, and handed it to Princess Anxing.
An Xing put down his spoon, took the amulet, and smiled. "You're so thoughtful, Prince Consort."
"I'm willing to do anything as long as the princess and the child in her womb are safe," Yan Gang said gently.
After Yan Gang left, a maidservant hurriedly entered.
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