Seeing Lin Qingwan hiding behind Zhao Cong, Prince Jing kicked away the guard in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.
He was like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Lin Qingwan's hand clutching the Crown Prince's robes, and growled, "You are mine!"
"come over!"
Lin Qingwan trembled uncontrollably, her forehead pressed directly against Zhao Cong's lower back.
Therefore, Zhao Cong's chest appeared even more upright than usual. "Seventh Brother, have you gone crazy enough?"
Prince Jing was stopped by the guards again, his eyes twitching. "Zhao Cong, she is my woman, give her back to me!"
Zhao Cong's voice was cold and deep, "She is not Xue Jianqing."
"Xue Jianqing has already been ordered to commit suicide by the Imperial Concubine."
Prince Jing laughed maniacally and wildly, but it felt as if a knife had pierced his chest. "She is! Jianqing is back. She just hasn't remembered yet. Give her back to me!"
"Give it back to me!"
The narrow palace corridor echoed several times in succession, sending chills down Lin Qingwan's spine. She felt a sense of dread, as if she were being attacked from both sides, fearing that Prince Jing would pounce on her and devour her at any moment.
Zhao Cong looked down at Prince Jing, saying, "She is Prime Minister Jiang's daughter, not Xue Jianqing."
"she is!"
King Jing was on the verge of collapse; he would not allow anyone to deny it, especially Zhao Cong.
Zhao Cong, however, wanted to provoke him further, saying, "Even if she is, you didn't protect her properly before. She died so tragically. She will only hate and resent you. Why would she want to come back to you?"
Prince Jing's body went limp. "No! I... I can explain..."
"It was you who deliberately lured me out of the city, so that Mother Consort had the opportunity to deal with her."
Prince Jing's eyes were glazed over with despair. He thought of Xue Jianqing being slowly tortured to death, how scared she must have been, and how much she must have hoped that he could save her.
With that thought, he felt the air around him thin, his breathing became labored, and he struggled frantically, thinking, "No one can touch her!"
"Gradually turning green..."
"Zhao Cong, give her back to me!"
King Jing roared hysterically, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed straight down.
Half an hour later, at Pingning Palace.
Lin Qingwan stood behind the Crown Prince, her hands and feet still ice-cold, her mind filled with the image of Prince Jing going mad.
Even if Consort Ning were to kill her, she would never marry Prince Jing!
"He has a medical condition, but once it's under control, he'll be normal."
Zhao Cong's deep, calm voice suddenly entered her ears, like a warm spring flowing into Lin Qingwan's cold wasteland. She looked up in the direction of the voice and saw that face that could always remain cold and dignified. Only then did her eyes slowly focus.
Lin Qingwan lowered her gaze and noticed that the Crown Prince's clothes had been creased from her gripping.
Then she remembered how she had just wanted to crawl into his body, and her face immediately burned. "Thank you for saving me, Your Highness."
Zhao Cong's lips curled into a faint smile. "How many times has this happened?"
"What?"
"How many times have I saved your life?"
Lin Qingwan said, word by word, "The first time was when the Crown Prince let me escape from my adoptive mother's clutches."
Zhao Cong replied, "That doesn't count; she forced you to drink a deadly poison."
Lin Qingwan stared blankly at his broad back, her body slowly warming up. "That time at the inn, the medicinal bath was very helpful to me."
Speaking of this, Zhao Cong frowned. "Didn't we send you a prescription? It didn't work?"
Lin Qingwan sighed helplessly, "The medicinal ingredients are too expensive and are only supplied to the Imperial Hospital."
Zhao Cong suddenly realized, "That's not difficult. I'll have Cangying deliver it to you later."
Before she could express her gratitude, he continued, "The flowerbed... it was Tong Di who rushed in to save you, so it doesn't count."
Lin Qingwan hurriedly said, "But the Crown Prince gave me a courtyard to stay in and recuperate, and I'm also grateful to Physician Zhu for taking care of me."
Her eyes were full of seriousness. "It needs to be calculated."
Zhao Cong nodded, thinking about the blood transfusion on New Year's Eve... The thought of his blood flowing in her body gave him an indescribable feeling.
It seems complicated, yet it's also very simple.
"Then today will be the fourth time." After Zhao Cong finished speaking, His Majesty and Consort Ning came out from inside.
Lin Qingwan suddenly understood why the Crown Prince had told her all this, and unconsciously, she was no longer as nervous and fearful as before. She calmly knelt and kowtowed along with the palace maids and eunuchs on either side of her.
Consort Ning's eyes were red, clearly she had been crying.
The emperor frowned and asked Zhao Cong, "What did you say to the seventh prince? He hasn't had a relapse in a long time!"
This tone doesn't even qualify as a question; it's practically an accusation!
Lin Qingwan had only heard that the emperor favored Prince Jing, but she never expected him to treat the Crown Prince this way.
Zhao Cong seemed used to it and didn't react much. "It was Seventh Brother who mistook Lin Qingwan for Xue Jianqing when he fell ill."
The emperor was taken aback, and his expression grew increasingly displeased.
With such a commotion, how could he not know! But seeing the seventh prince in distress, the emperor couldn't help but want to reprimand the crown prince.
Consort Ning said, "If you admit your mistake, then admit it. The Crown Prince shouldn't have provoked Yan'er."
Upon hearing this, the emperor looked at Zhao Cong again, his tone unfriendly, "You know perfectly well that Yan'er can't let go of that matter, so you should just go along with him. Why do you have to drive him crazy to be happy!"
Lin Qingwan was very familiar with this scene of convicting someone without asking any questions, and could even empathize with it.
Zhao Cong said calmly, "It's not that I'm provoking Seventh Brother. Father should ask him what the Taoist priest said that made Seventh Brother so emotional."
Consort Ning's expression changed, and before the emperor could speak, she changed her tune, "Your Majesty, all the hibiscus flowers that Xue Jianqing planted before his death have died. Yan'er's emotional instability is due to this shock."
"Please don't blame the Crown Prince."
The emperor sneered, "It's good that she's dead! Look what that vixen did to Yan'er!"
The emperor did not make things difficult for the crown prince, and seemed not to have noticed Lin Qingwan kneeling outside, or perhaps he disdained to say anything to Lin Qingwan. In any case, Lin Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief.
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