As they walked away, the guards behind Changfeng said worriedly, "If the prince wakes up and finds out we let them go, he won't let us off the hook."
Changfeng wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeve, the cold light reflecting the cruel killing intent in his eyes. "Whether it's Miss Xue or Lin Qingwan, they can only make the prince indecisive."
"The Imperial Concubine said that the Crown Prince has been casting his net step by step over the past three years, and now he's reaping the rewards. If we sit idly by and wait for our doom, the Prince will truly have no hope."
Zhao Yan was put to sleep by Lin Qingwan's silver needles, so he wasn't sleeping soundly to begin with. After swallowing half a bowl of medicine, he vaguely saw Lin Qingwan feeding him the medicine and could hear her voice.
It was as if there was a thick wall between us; I couldn't hear clearly, but I was certain it was her.
He was very cooperative, even if it was poison that was fed to him at that moment, he would have gladly accepted it.
He knew that Jianqing was just angry and wouldn't really hate him or want him away.
The broken parts of his heart were mended, but in the blink of an eye, she pressed a hairpin against her throat and cried out something to someone.
He was both angry and anxious. He couldn't let Jianqing be so helpless; he had to help her.
"Jianqing!" Zhao Yan exclaimed softly, suddenly opening his eyes, his chest heaving.
"Your Highness!" Changfeng stepped forward, "You're awake."
Zhao Yan's chest still ached, and her head was spinning. "Where is he?"
Changfeng lowered his eyes, "Tong Di rescued him."
Another children's flute?
Zhao Yan's weary eyes flashed with displeasure. "Zhao Cong wants to take her away from me again!"
"Are you all dead? What use are you to me?"
The difference between dreams and reality is too great. As long as it involves Lin Qingwan, Zhao Yan is always on the verge of a breakdown.
Changfeng knew he would be scolded, so he showed no fear on his face and straightened his lips. "The Gao family has been threatening the Imperial Concubine. The Imperial Concubine had no choice but to agree to Minister Gao's request to spare Young Master Gao's life."
"But the Crown Prince will not let Gao Wei go. He's been dragging this out for so long because he's waiting to find something to use against us."
Although Zhao Yan was furious, he forced himself to calm down when his mother was mentioned.
His mother had told him about this many times.
Changfeng felt a little more at ease when he saw that he didn't get angry.
"If the Gao family dares to threaten the Empress today, they will likely demand even more in the future. So now that Tong Di has appeared, it's a good opportunity to use him as a tool to kill her."
Zhao Yan pressed her temples, trying to relieve the splitting headache. "We can't hurt Jianqing."
Seeing his master so haggard and still thinking about that woman, and recalling the Taoist priest who had escaped in the chaos earlier that day, Changfeng couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, Taoist Jia's origins are unknown. You cannot completely trust what he says."
"How could Lin Qingwan be Miss Jianqing?"
He had wanted to say this for a long time.
Zhao Yan's eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Changfeng gasped, thinking Zhao Yan was about to explode, but Zhao Yan just gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know? She is Jianqing!"
Otherwise, why would she still give him medicine after he did so many wrong things to her?
*
Tong Di led Lin Qingwan toward the capital, with Jiang Zhenlin following behind, watching them care for each other.
One kept asking her if she was tired or in pain, while the other occasionally inquired whether he had been injured in the fight. Neither of them remembered that he was still following behind.
Jiang Zhenlin is a young master, and he is always the center of attention wherever he goes. He has never tasted the feeling of being ignored.
Unable to bear it any longer, he kicked a stone and said, "Lin Qingwan, I am your family. Why are you talking to an outsider like this?"
Lin Qingwan turned a deaf ear and a blind eye.
Jiang Zhenlin then said to Tong Di, "Why are you everywhere?"
Tong Di turned around and said, "Someone has come to the Crown Prince for help."
Lin Qingwan's eyelashes fluttered. "Is it Manager Tao?"
Tong Di nodded, "And that deaf-mute maid."
Lin Qingwan hurriedly asked, "She helped me deliver the message, but I waited for a long time and still didn't see her again."
Tong Di's eyes softened. "The Crown Prince kept her."
Lin Qingwan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Zhenlin was completely bewildered. Seeing Tong Di take out a bottle of medicine from her bosom and stare at Lin Qingwan's neck, he immediately walked over, pushed Tong Di aside, and said to Lin Qingwan, "You're in trouble and you're not going to ask your family for help, but an outsider?"
Even your maid, Muxue, insisted on going to the clinic to find the manager.
"Lin Qingwan, the Prime Minister's residence is your true home!"
He shouted without much confidence, and didn't even dare to look Lin Qingwan in the eye.
Lin Qingwan covered her wound with a handkerchief, but it still hurt. "Yes. My birth mother and younger brother helped Jiang Yanwan harm me, and my father personally sent me to the flower nursery."
“Young Master Jiang, I’m not so shameless as to consider a place that wants me dead as my home.”
Jiang Zhenlin's pupils trembled. "We were wrong before, but it's all in the past. From now on, your family will treat you well."
"Since you are a proper young lady of the Prime Minister's mansion, you should have less contact with outsiders in the future."
He glanced at Tong Di as he spoke, his expression one of utter disdain.
Lin Qingwan rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay attention to her, and walked to Tong Di's side, reaching out her hand, "I'll apply the medicine myself."
"good."
Tong Di's fingers touched her palm as if burned by a flame, and he quickly withdrew them, his ears turning slightly red.
Jiang Zhenlin was already furious, and seeing this, he was enraged. "Close your eyes and don't look at her!"
Tong Di glanced at him sideways, "Young Master Jiang, I told you long ago to see a doctor. Your habit of getting angry and yelling at the drop of a hat is really... annoying."
"you!"
Jiang Zhenlin was enraged by him, especially since Lin Qingwan had tacitly agreed to bully him with an outsider. It was a miracle that he had been able to tolerate it until now.
However, before his sword could strike, Tong Di's expression changed, and he grabbed Lin Qingwan and pulled her behind him, shouting, "Hide!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen men in black descended from the sky.
Tong Di's eyes turned cold the moment he saw the curved swords and chains in their hands.
"Young Master Jiang, you are no match for them. Take Qingwan away!"
"quick!"
Jiang Zhenlin didn't believe him. "Who are you underestimating!"
Tong Di was filled with a murderous aura that Jiang Zhenlin had never seen before, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was a sense of oppression or the aura of death.
"Run!"
He gave a final shout, and the men in black swarmed forward.
Jiang Zhenlin followed behind him, feeling the suffocating force rushing towards him; the sheer force of the wind alone was enough to overwhelm him. Perhaps Tong Di hadn't underestimated him after all.
But he wouldn't run away in the face of battle!
A fierce battle erupted, unleashing a bloody storm across the silent wilderness.
Lin Qingwan didn't notice anything different at first, but gradually she realized that those people's scimitars were splattered with blood.
One, two, three... More and more scimitars appeared in her sight, stained with blood.
From light red threads to deep red large drops.
Jiang Zhenlin's sword was locked by the chain several times, and the blade was bent.
It wasn't until he was kicked to the tree next to Lin Qingwan and vomited blood that Lin Qingwan realized she had been breathing for a long time, her whole body was trembling, her mind was blank, and she was staring intently at Tong Di's figure.
His gray robe was stained with a lot of blood.
Seemingly noticing her gaze, Tong Di turned around and saw that there was a gash on his left forehead and right corner of his lip, with blood gushing out.
Those dark, sharp eyes were like a hot branding iron etched into her heart.
He roared, "Jiang Zhenlin, take her away!"
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