The carriage wasn't very spacious, but Zhao Cong was tall and had long legs. Even though he deliberately tucked his legs in, his bent knees still reached in front of Lin Qingwan.
Zhao Cong leaned against the carriage and watched her huddled in the corner, her body tense, looking rather pitiful.
She thought to herself, "I just asked about Feng'er's New Year's money, I didn't blame her. I even gave her my blood, why would she care about New Year's money?"
What is she nervous about?
I was quite happy when I was talking to Tong Di just now.
Thinking of this, he spoke up, "Shouldn't I return to the Eastern Palace? I can have Tong Di escort you back to the Prime Minister's residence."
His face was hidden in the shadows, and Lin Qingwan couldn't see it clearly.
All that could be seen were two long legs, and the dark blue trousers beneath the robe were stretched taut by the thigh muscles, creating a powerful silhouette.
"Yes, yes, I wouldn't dare trouble Your Highness."
Zhao Cong raised an eyebrow. "Am I getting in your way?
Lin Qingwan was unable to answer.
She thought the Crown Prince was unhappy that Feng'er gave him the New Year's money, since it was his kind gesture and it didn't mean anything to him to keep it to himself.
She said directly, "The young prince left in such a hurry that day, I should have handed him over to the guards in the courtyard earlier."
"It's my fault, I'll take it out when I get back."
How could she forget this? Now she seems to be greedy for the young prince's New Year's money. Doesn't the Crown Prince think she's deceiving the young prince's feelings and trying to swindle him out of money?
Zhao Cong listened, feeling a little depressed; that wasn't what he was asking.
I was talking to her quite smoothly in the palace, but it was different when I met Tong Di after we came out.
Zhao Cong rubbed his temples, his slender fingers tracing the outline of his eyebrows. "If he's willing to give it to you, then you can take it."
?
Lin Qingwan was confused. If the old master didn't intend to take it, then it couldn't be that he was just sending her off on her journey.
Her mind raced for a moment, then she said, "Your Highness, what you said on New Year's Eve..."
Before he could finish speaking, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Driven by inertia, Lin Qingwan suddenly fell into Zhao Cong's arms.
Her heart was pounding, and she wished she could grab onto something nearby...
Fortunately, just before her head touched his chest, Zhao Cong gently but firmly braced her shoulders with both hands.
Lin Qingwan's warm breath brushed against Zhao Cong. "I didn't mean to offend the Crown Prince."
Zhao Cong's breath was hot. "I doubt you would dare."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a heart-wrenching wail was heard outside.
Lin Qingwan frowned; this voice wasn't...
"What is it?" Zhao Cong released Lin Qingwan and waited for her to sit down before lifting the curtain to ask.
Tong Di said, "It's the second wife of the Jiang family."
It really is the He family!
Tong Di added, "She stopped a car in the street, begging the Crown Prince to spare Jiang Mingting's life."
Zhao Cong coldly said, "Drag him aside."
Madam He cried out, "Mingting was instructed by Young Master Gao. Please, Your Highness, spare his life."
"I only have two children, they can't both die here!"
He usually only nags in the old lady's ear, but today she dared to stop the Crown Prince's carriage in the street. She must have gone to great lengths because she had failed to get help from Jiang Su.
Mrs. He's throat was hoarse, and she had almost run out of tears. But the carriage just drove right past her...
The wind lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and she suddenly met Lin Qingwan's eyes.
He's eyes, which had been filled with despair, suddenly blazed with fury. She had ruined Mingyun's life. It was because of Mingyun's tragic end that Mingting had risked everything to seek refuge with the Gao family.
Ming Ting's fate is now uncertain, and he has been beaten bloody in prison, while Lin Qingwan sits in the Crown Prince's carriage.
Why should I?!
He Shi, with a burst of strength from who knows where, broke free from the guards and lunged at them. If Tong Di hadn't pulled the reins in time, she would have crashed into the carriage.
This mutation drew many exclamations.
Zhao Cong immediately raised his hand and pressed on Lin Qingwan's shoulder to help her steady herself.
Before she could catch her breath, Madam He slammed her fist against the wall of the carriage outside. "Lin Qingwan, you not only harmed Mingyun, but you also have to harm my Mingting!"
"You're the one who made the Crown Prince not let him go, you vile woman!"
"I have never harmed you, so why are you doing this to my child!"
Tong Di pulled the person away and coldly shouted, "How dare you! Are you out of your mind!"
"My son can't even survive, what use is my life to me!"
Ignoring everything else, Madam He shouted to those around her, "Look, the Crown Prince of Da Ning has been bewitched by a woman and is trying to kill my son because he believed her."
"How can someone like this be entrusted with important responsibilities!"
These words are practically gambling with the lives of the entire Jiang family; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to punish her for treason.
Tong Di's face darkened, and he ordered, "Take this madwoman away!"
He's fingernails left new scratches on the carriage floor. "You vile woman, you seduced Prince Jing to harm my Mingyun, and then you seduced the Crown Prince to harm Mingting! You'll die a horrible death, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lin Qingwan got out of the car and slapped He Shi so hard she was disoriented.
"Jiang Mingyun burned her own father's memorial tablet, then ordered someone to poison her in the Minister's mansion, and even carried a weapon to commit the crime in public. It is already a great blessing that she is still alive."
"You are ungrateful and even publicly blamed the prince. Do you want her to die again before you are satisfied?!"
Lin Qingwan approached aggressively, and Madam He dared not meet her gaze for a moment.
Lin Qingwan added, "The Ministry of Rites can't escape responsibility for allowing Jiang Mingyun to appear before the Crown Prince and the Prince with a murder weapon. If the poison in the sachet is investigated further, it will definitely be related to the Ministry of Rites as well."
He trembled, her face turning pale.
Lin Qingwan said fiercely, "So many people want to join Young Master Gao's faction but can't, yet Jiang Mingting can? There's no other explanation besides the fact that you're colluding with the Gao family behind the Prime Minister's back."
Panic filled He's eyes. "I..."
Lin Qingwan didn't give her a chance to speak at all, "Jiang Mingting did kill someone, that's a fact! If he hadn't happened to run into the Crown Prince, do you think the Gao family would have let him live?"
"I'm afraid you won't even be able to find your son's remains!"
Suddenly, He's tense nerves snapped, and she collapsed to the ground.
Lin Qingwan was so angry that her chest ached. After a moment, she said, "If I were you, I would save my strength to find evidence to prove that Jiang Mingting was deceived by Gao Wei. At least I could save my life."
"You're now slandering Prince Jing and the Crown Prince, trying to drag everyone down with Jiang Mingting!"
The words "to be buried with him" sent a shiver down He Shi's spine. She and the old lady had tried every possible avenue, but to no avail. Jiang Su was even more heartless, watching Ming Ting die.
She had no other choice but to flag down a car on the street.
There's no turning back now...
He's gaze darkened, and Lin Qingwan instinctively stepped back, but a sharp dagger still flashed before her eyes.
"I'll drag you to hell with me even if I die!"
Tong Di deflected the dagger with a single sword stroke, but his outstretched hand missed its mark.
Turning around, she saw that the Crown Prince had gotten out of the carriage at some point, and Lin Qingwan had just dodged into his arms.
The prince naturally placed his hands on her arms, without pushing her away or showing any disgust on his face.
Tong Di's heart skipped a beat. Others might not know, but they knew that the Crown Prince was not a man of great desire and had almost no interest in women. The concubine had been getting close to him for years, but even the teacup she touched would make the Crown Prince frown and show disgust.
But now he's standing so close to Miss Qingwan.
Tong Di suddenly understood why Cang Ying's expression was always strange when she talked about Lin Qingwan.
The Crown Prince treats Lin Qingwan differently.
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