Lin had never been so defied and pressured, especially by her own daughter!
She came to pick up Lin Qingwan herself, but was told that she wanted her to disappear!
"Who is forcing whom here!" Madam Lin's face flushed red, her usually dignified and beautiful eyes filled with anger. "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have had the heart to let Cheng Min take you away back then!"
Lin, unusually disregarding her composure, said, "At that time, I thought that even if I couldn't escape this calamity myself, I couldn't let you go with me before you even saw this world."
"I···"
Lin burst into tears, her body swaying unsteadily.
“Madam!” Rong Ma burst into tears instantly, supporting Lin Shi with half her body.
“Miss Qingwan, in the first few years after Madam returned, she had nightmares every day, and in her dreams she kept calling your name.”
"The lady felt she shouldn't have come back alive. When she was seriously ill and had a fever, she said she would rather die with you than be separated from her flesh and blood."
How could I not love my wife who carried me for ten months?
But things kept piling up, and that's how things got to where they are today.
Lin couldn't hold back her tears. She felt that after so many years, she was no longer so vulnerable. But now she realized that the knot that couldn't be untied would not fade. It was just deliberately sealed and buried, and it would not disappear.
Lin Qingwan was momentarily stunned, her heart skipped a beat, and she had to support herself on the table with one hand to keep her balance.
She avoided looking at Lin's grief-stricken expression, her heart clenching.
What did she hear? Her mother was very sad because of their separation, and she also wanted to love herself.
This was her greatest hope in the past fifteen years, and also the expectation that would allow her to survive the chronic poisoning. She thought she would be very happy to have achieved it.
But the truth is, she felt even more pain in her heart.
Aunt Rong wiped away her tears and said in a trembling voice, "Miss, what you're saying is no different than stabbing a knife directly into Madam's heart."
Lin Qingwan opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.
“Miss, please go home with Madam,” Rong Ma pleaded. “Although Madam is strict with you, she is more upset and worried than anyone else about your accident and injury.”
Madam Rong couldn't continue. Madam Lin came from a noble family and was the wife of the Prime Minister. She was doted on by the Prime Minister and had never bowed her head to anyone. Jiang Yanwan was good at understanding Madam Lin's thoughts and spoke and acted in accordance with her wishes. Although the young master had a fiery temper, he could listen to Madam Lin's advice. They were both obedient children who nestled beside their mother.
The lady hoped that Lin Qingwan would do the same, but she inherited the lady's stubbornness, and neither of them was willing to back down first.
Lin Qingwan clenched her fist, suppressing the complex emotions surging within her, and stared at her mother. "I only have one question: Do you know that Prince Jing has the strange habit of using people's blood to water flowers?"
Bleeding? Watering flowers?
Lin was stunned and shocked, and finally looked directly at the blood-stained bandage on her arm. "What... what did you say? You're not suffering because you refused to obey Prince Jing?"
Mrs. Lin looked at Jiang Zhenlin, because that's what her son had told her.
Jiang Zhenlin, feeling guilty, avoided his mother's gaze, then blamed Lin Qingwan, "What kind of status does the Prince have? How could he have such a strange habit? You can do whatever you want with us, but don't slander the Prince!"
Jiang Zhenlin meant well. Prince Jing is the apple of the Emperor's and Consort Ning's eye, so this kind of thing must be kept secret. Lin Qingwan escaped death and must be more careful in the future, but she insisted on courting death!
Jiang Zhenlin was genuinely angry and frightened; his face was unusually cold.
Lin Qingwan was surprised that her mother was unaware of this matter, and at the same time, she sighed at how well her mother had been protected.
But then I thought about it again. Jiang Su was so cunning, always putting his own interests first. He was willing to send his own daughter into the hands of a devil just to leave himself a way out.
He doesn't truly love his wife.
I wonder how a mother would react if she knew how terrible the person she shared a bed with was.
Lin Qingwan slowly rolled up her sleeves and unwrapped the bandages, except for the dagger wound, which were cut by the thin blade on the rattan whip.
Mrs. Lin was horrified. "How could this be..."
"Didn't Ah Lin say he only suffered minor injuries?"
Lin Qingwan said unhurriedly, "It's just that his subordinates encroached on farmland and caused a death. How could it have resulted in the prince being imprisoned in the palace for two days?"
"The real reason is that many skeletons were dug up next to the flower bed."
"They were all people who were taken to the flower nursery before, but I am the only one who came out alive."
"Everyone who enters the flowerbed will be fed a deadly poison, then have their blood drained and used to water the flowers, until the blood runs dry."
Just hearing it was terrifying. Lin felt cold in her hands and feet. She wanted to scold her for talking nonsense, but her eyes were captivated by the hideous and conspicuous wounds, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Qingwan was utterly exhausted. "It's my fault for not heeding advice and getting too close to Prince Jing. I have only myself to blame for this predicament."
"I don't ask my mother for love, and I ask that she stop using gratitude to bind me in the future."
She glanced at Jiang Yanwan, and Lin's eyes flickered.
The Prime Minister told her to let Lin Qingwan stall Prince Jing, and when the time was right, let Yan Wan get close to the Crown Prince. She agreed at the time. Although she didn't know Prince Jing was so ruthless, she tacitly gave up on Lin Qingwan.
She is now so badly injured in the flowerbed that it can indeed be said that she took the blame for Jiang Yanwan.
Thinking of this, Madam Lin looked at Jiang Yanwan with a tense expression. She had to ask Consort Ning to annul the engagement! Neither Qingwan nor Yanwan could go to their deaths!
Although Jiang Yanwan had heard some rumors beforehand, she was still stunned by Lin Qingwan's wounds. Her affection for Prince Jing was something she had been taught from childhood to do, and what superseded her feelings was her status and power as a princess.
However, looking at these horrific wounds, a thought she had never had before surged into her mind: she was grateful for the prince's estrangement. Otherwise, she might have been the one who got hurt!
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