The candles in the room were changed twice. Lin Qingwan was under a lot of tension for a long time, her back was covered in cold sweat, and she was about to collapse.
Zhao Yan clung to her, his eyes sometimes filled with guilt, sometimes with domineering intent, but most of the time he was trying to please her.
"Jianqing, your favorite shrimp crystal dumplings, I'll feed them to you."
The aroma of food, accompanied by his persistent and passionate tenderness, drew near once more. Lin Qingwan turned her face away, silently rejecting him.
Zhao Yan withered like a flower in an instant, the fragile light in her eyes dimmed, "You can hit or scold me, do whatever makes you happy. But don't make things difficult for yourself, don't hurt yourself anymore."
"You haven't eaten for a day and a night."
Lin Qingwan's brow twitched slightly. So much time has passed.
I wonder if Jiang Zhenlin will look for her? Maybe he will, after all, he won't accept being beaten or scolded by others or being taken away.
But that young master... might also get angry and abandon the matter, saying "Serves you right."
Lin Qingwan sighed. Mu Xue would definitely be anxious and would try to find someone to save her.
Thinking of this, she felt a little better.
"Listen to me." Zhao Yan picked up a dumpling and fed it to her, pleading with himself on the verge of collapse, "Don't torture me like this."
"I didn't know you had returned before, so... I only wanted to use my most vibrant blood to nourish the lotus flower you left behind."
"Jianqing, without that hibiscus, I would go mad."
Lin Qingwan's eyelashes fluttered. You deserve to go crazy, but I'm unlucky to have been chosen by you.
“I don’t know how the Taoist priests around Your Highness have fooled you, but I am not Xue Jianqing, I am Lin Qingwan, inside and out I am Lin Qingwan.”
She was tired of saying these words, and this time she was clearly lacking in strength.
Zhao Yan's body stiffened. "Fine, I won't call you Jianqing anymore, you'll be called Qingwan."
"Please eat something, I beg you."
The moment he uttered the name "Qingwan," every pore on her body trembled, and she couldn't help but shrink further into the corner.
The shrimp dumplings in front of him fell. Zhao Yan let out a heavy breath, and the pleading look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling ruthlessness.
"How many times have I told you not to be afraid, not to hide? Why didn't you listen?"
"You can be hugged by others in a teahouse, so why can't I, the king, do the same!"
Zhao Yan picked up another shrimp dumpling and put it in his mouth. He grabbed Lin Qingwan's slender ankle with one hand and pulled her into his arms without hurting her. Then he clamped her jaw and kissed her hard.
Lin Qingwan's heart felt like it was about to explode at that moment.
She struggled but couldn't break free, forced to endure the dry, burning body; the suffocating kisses felt more like drowning.
"Ugh, ugh..."
She pounded on Zhao Yan's chest, which only excited him more. He then pinned her hands behind her back, making her appear as if she were being sacrificed.
Lin Qingwan's heart was pounding. She was terrified, but she hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time, so she couldn't exert any strength. Her lips were being forcefully covered, and she soon had trouble breathing and experienced a brief period of dizziness.
When Zhao Yan touched her, the fire that had been suppressed within him suddenly ignited.
Jianqing was his first woman. Despite being completely innocent, she still held a book in her hands and taught him how to do things. At first, things didn't go smoothly between them, but he was patient, and she worked hard, and gradually they tasted the joy of their intimate union.
She not only went to Wushan with him, but also understood what was in his heart.
His father doted on him, but did not make him the crown prince. He was never groomed to be the crown prince from a young age. His mother secretly pressured him, outwardly obeying his father but secretly making him do his homework even if he didn't sleep.
By day, he played the role of the mischievous and unruly prince his father wanted, and by night, he had to be the future crown prince in his mother's eyes. He was gradually torn apart by the love he received.
I'm so tired.
Only Jianqing understood him, and only Jianqing could give him a moment of relief.
Jianqing was very capable. She devised a plan to make the emperor successfully reject the crown prince's request to return to the capital. After delaying for half a year, she infiltrated the Eastern Palace after the crown prince returned to the capital. In less than a year, she discovered that Zhao Cong was related to the assassination attempt on the prime minister's wife.
Unfortunately, Zhao Cong discovered it while they were searching for evidence.
Zhao Cong deliberately gave her false information, which the mother believed to be true. She thought that Zhao Cong had bribed her to harm her, which led to the events of three years ago.
Zhao Yan was transferred to Qingzhou to meet the envoy. Upon hearing the news, he rushed back to the capital, but he was still too late. Not only did he not see Xue Jianqing's body, but the negotiations in Qingzhou also failed. His father was furious and demoted him to his fiefdom for three years.
Without that lotus flower, Zhao Yan wouldn't have survived to this day.
He longed to merge Lin Qingwan into his very being; a single kiss was far from enough. A torrent of regret and longing, mixed with memories of their time together in bed, swept over him.
Zhao Yan then pushed the person beneath her down.
He began to set her on fire with both hands, "Jianqing, Jianqing... I can finally have you again."
He froze as soon as he finished speaking, because his touch on Lin Qingwan's cheek revealed it to be wet.
She cried?
"you···"
He instantly regained his senses and released the person.
Lin Qingwan finally breathed in fresh air, but her mind was still blank due to lack of oxygen.
Zhao Yan was filled with regret.
"Jian..." He paused, "Qingwan, I will not touch you anymore."
"Don't be afraid..."
When Lin Qingwan's heartbeat and breathing returned to normal, Zhao Yan had already left, and the deaf-mute maid who had led the way in the flower garden was now guarding her.
She gently took Lin Qingwan's hand and wrote a few words in her palm.
Lin Qingwan's blank gaze flickered, and after thinking for a moment, she wrote a few words in her palm as well.
The deaf-mute maid smiled slightly at her, silently saying, "Wait for me."
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