That wasn't enough; he added, "There's nothing good about it."
Zhao Yan's eyes widened slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "What, afraid I'll eat her?"
Jiang Zhenlin could only apologize, "I dare not, I was afraid of offending Your Highness's eyes."
"Now that you say that, I'm even more eager to see her."
Jiang Zhenlin stared wide-eyed, unsure of what to say.
Huaguang Institute.
"What? The honored guest is Prince Jing!" Jiang Yanwan only learned that Prince Jing was at the mansion after returning from the Lin family's courtyard.
She poked Xia Yan on the forehead with her finger, "You idiot, why didn't you say so earlier!"
Xia Yan dared not dodge, "Please calm down, Miss. This servant deserves to die."
Jiang Yanwan glared at her. "I don't have time to argue with you now. Help me change. The prince likes green, so go get that light green dress, quick!"
Xia Yan reminded her, "Miss, that dress is too thin; you're not fully recovered yet..."
"Go quickly!"
Jiang Yanwan suppressed her excitement and called Chunyu in to comb her hair.
"Use the newly delivered rouge, the one with the begonia scent, Your Highness likes it."
Although Prince Jing was a distinguished guest, he did not bring any female relatives with him, and there was no custom of having the female relatives of the Prime Minister's residence accompany him for a meal.
Jiang Yanwan pretended not to know anything and said she was going to deliver ginseng soup to her father.
Once outside the courtyard gate, she held her breath, straightened her clothes again, and asked softly, "Xia Yan, is my hair messy?"
"No, no."
Jiang Yanwan took off her thin fur coat, and a cold wind instantly rushed into her gauze skirt. She shivered as she walked inside, almost being bumped by an old woman who came running out.
The old woman's clothes brushed against Jiang Yanwan's skirt, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes. "What's the rush!"
Jiang Yanwan's complexion improved after she carefully checked that her skirt was clean.
The old woman told the truth, "The prince wants to reward Miss Qingwan with something, and the prime minister asked me to invite the young lady over to express her gratitude."
Jiang Yanwan frowned, "What!"
Ningsi Garden.
Qin Ma, who was by Lin's side, returned with two maids. Seeing that Lin Qingwan's eyelashes were white from the cold, she squatted down and said softly, "Miss Qingwan, Madam is also feeling sad."
“You are the daughter of the Prime Minister’s family. Miss Yan Wan fainted in your courtyard, and the young master made a scene. When word got out, no one cared about the reason; they only talked about you.”
"Madam wants you to understand that no matter what, nothing can happen in your own courtyard."
"If anything goes wrong, it's all your responsibility."
Qin Ma sighed, "The Prime Minister holds a high position, and many eyes are watching him. The whole capital knows about your return to the mansion. Madam has no choice but to be strict."
“If you have grievances, you can tell your wife in private. You should never have lifted her up in front of everyone.”
Lin Qingwan had knelt enough and had thought things through.
Her dignity and feelings were worthless in the face of the Prime Minister's mansion and her mother's reputation. Even if she knelt here to her death, her corpse would still be branded with the words "wrongdoing".
"Tell your mother that this won't happen again."
Aunt Qin breathed a sigh of relief before scolding Mu Xue, "You fool! Miss Qingwan is throwing a tantrum, and you didn't even try to comfort her. Now that she's frozen like this, be careful Madam doesn't skin you alive!"
Even Mu Xue was shivering from the cold. "This servant deserves to die."
"Madam has asked the kitchen to make ginger soup. I'll go in and massage your knees." Qin Ma saw that she was having difficulty walking and reached out to help her.
"No need." Lin Qingwan felt a sharp pain in her chest and resolutely refused.
Qin Ma then reassured her, "Now that you're better, Madam can rest assured."
Lin Qingwan frowned, "I said no..."
Just then, the old woman's voice from outside the courtyard interrupted Lin Qingwan, "Miss Qingwan, Prince Jing has bestowed gifts upon you, and the Prime Minister wants you to go to the front to express your gratitude."
Qin Ma and Mu Xue looked surprised, while Lin Qingwan frowned even more deeply. No, she... seemed to be about to be poisoned.
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