Lin Qingwan knelt down with a thud, lowering her head and eyes, "I am not asking for this."
Zhao Cong looked at her with a puzzled expression, but could also see a resolute coldness in her eyes.
She said, "I beg the Crown Prince to allow me to marry Guard Tong."
Tong Di has no elders or family members, and Zhao Cong is his master, so it is only natural that he should be treated this way.
Cang Ying looked surprised and subconsciously glanced at the Crown Prince's expression.
Zhao Cong's expression was unreadable. "Tong Di is dead. He never said he liked you when he was alive."
Lin Qingwan's grief welled up again. "I know."
A smile played on her lips, but tears welled in her eyes. "I knew he had no chance to refuse me, so I married him against my will and will stay with him for the rest of my life."
After saying that, she added, "No, it won't take a lifetime."
"I am poisoned, but I may be able to meet him soon. Then I will apologize to him."
"But I don't think he'll blame me."
I've heard that the road to the underworld is cold, so having someone to keep you company is something to be desired.
"Miss!" Mu Xue was extremely surprised; they hadn't said that when they arrived.
Mu Xue silently shed tears that streamed down her reddened eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.
Zhao Cong's long eyes were as cold as ice as he looked down at Lin Qingwan, his hands clenched into fists behind his back.
Lin Qingwan felt relieved after speaking, and the sorrow in her eyes faded. It was precisely because of this that Zhao Cong became even more silent.
Lin Qingwan also felt the torment of silence. Looking at the cold stone tablet from afar, she said, "Your Highness, I am a worthless life, unloved by my father and mother. Guard Tong has repeatedly risked his life for me. I beg you to grant my request."
She kowtowed deeply.
Zhao Cong's gaze fell into the distance, his voice seemingly able to penetrate Lin Qingwan's frail body, "If your only goal is to resolve the matter of marrying Prince Jing, I will find a way to mediate."
"You can trust me."
Lin Qingwan shook her head. "I mean it."
Zhao Cong's chest heaved slightly, his gaze darkening. "Tong Di is unwilling."
Lin Qingwan's eyes widened. "How does the Crown Prince know he's unwilling?"
"How can you be so sure he's willing?" Zhao Cong's imposing aura involuntarily descended. "He's been with me for twenty years; I know him better than you do."
"He's already dead, he just wants some peace and quiet."
"If you marry him, that madman Zhao Yan will dig up his bones and scatter them to ashes!"
His cold words jolted Lin Qingwan, and that same desolate and helpless despair washed over her again.
Zhao Cong was agitated, his eyes fixed on Lin Qingwan, and he said, word by word, "In this world, only I can restrain Zhao Yan, only I can kill him!"
Since his mother's death, Zhao Cong has become accustomed to hiding his emotions, never showing joy or sorrow on his face.
But now his temples were throbbing, and his eyes were cold enough to freeze the hillside. He spoke out the thoughts that had been buried deep in his heart.
"Your Highness!" Cang Ying reminded him in a trembling voice.
Zhao Cong then gradually calmed down and waved his sleeve, "If it's for worship, you can come anytime. If it's for anything else, don't even think about setting foot in the camp."
*
Lin Qingwan has been back at the Prime Minister's residence for two days.
For two consecutive days, Madam Lin visited Ningsi Garden to see her, bringing snacks and ginseng soup, and urging her to take good care of her injuries.
“Your father tried to arrange the marriage, but…” Madam Lin glanced at her, “I’m afraid there’s little hope.”
Lin Qingwan said coldly, "I have nowhere to go and no one to rely on. Mother, you don't need to force yourself to be nice to me."
Lin choked up, wanting to get angry but holding back, "I didn't force you."
"Really?" Lin Qingwan raised an eyebrow. "That's quite unusual."
Lin frowned, but before she could speak, she heard her say, "But I don't want to force myself. Mother used to ignore me completely. Even when the wound was right in front of me, you couldn't see it."
"I'm sorry. I'm not Jiang Yanwan, and I'm not used to my mother's sudden greetings."
In the past, Lin would have been furious, but now she couldn't get angry. Lin Qingwan's words were harsh, but they were facts she couldn't deny.
"Once upon a time..." she tried to explain for the first time.
Lin Qingwan looked over with a cold gaze. "Isn't it just because you're afraid that if I don't marry Prince Jing, the Jiang family will be targeted by Consort Ning? I'm right here. My father said that even if I die, I should be carried into Prince Jing's mansion."
"Mother can rest assured."
"Qingwan!" Madam Lin couldn't bear it any longer, her voice growing harsher. "Whether you believe it or not, your father and I truly have no other choice. We don't want to send you to your death either."
"But compared to Jiang Yanwan, Jiang Zhenlin, and the foundation of the Prime Minister's mansion, my death is the least of my worries."
Lin Qingwan was aggressive, and every word she spoke was like a sharp blade piercing Lin's heart, causing her so much pain that she could hardly breathe, and her eyes instantly turned red.
She choked up as she said, "Ah Lin argued with your father for two days. He wouldn't let you marry Prince Jing, and he even threatened your father with a knife to his neck."
Lin Qingwan wanted to refute, but she frowned and didn't speak.
“After you were taken away by Ruan Tinghuai, the person who was most anxious was A-Lin.”
Lin fought back tears, "You and Ah Lin came from my womb. I was a bit strict with you before, but I..."
Lin Qingwan interrupted, "Don't say it's for my own good anymore."
“You never know what I want or what I need. You trust the Cheng family, you trust outsiders, you trust Jiang Yanwan, but you don’t trust me.”
She sniffed. "From now on, I won't ask anything of you, and you don't need to believe me."
Lin had never known that a person's heart could hurt like this, as if it were being repeatedly torn apart, crushed, and then repaired little by little with needle and thread, until the pain eventually became numb.
Rong Ma asked her if she regretted being so serious with Lin Qingwan.
Although Lin stubbornly refused to admit it, the fact that she could tolerate Lin Qingwan's resentment today showed that she regretted it.
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