"What did you say?" Zhao Yan narrowed his peach blossom eyes. "She's been taking care of the Crown Prince inside these past few days?"
He glared at Shen Xu and Cang Ying, "Are all the eunuchs dead or are the guards incapacitated? Why should she be allowed in!"
Cang Ying said calmly, "It was Miss Qingwan who discovered that the Crown Prince had a red rash on the back of his neck."
"The Crown Prince is merciful and does not want to involve the innocent, which is why he did not allow us to go in."
Cang Ying did it on purpose; she noticed that he emphasized those two words very heavily.
"Your Highness, please rest assured, Miss Qingwan has not been infected. However, for safety reasons, the imperial physician still wants her to isolate for another day."
In other words, Zhao Yan cannot see her now.
"Qingwan!" Zhao Yan called out into the tent.
How did I notice the red rash on the back of your neck?
Cang Ying said anxiously, "Your Highness, are you going to let everyone know that Miss Qingwan and the Crown Prince have been alone together for several days?"
Zhao Yan's reddened eyes narrowed for a moment, but she made no attempt to lower her voice, "Get out of here!"
"I will bring her out now!"
Not only was Cang Ying anxious, but his personal guard Chang Feng also changed his expression.
The Crown Prince had been infected, and although he has recovered, His Majesty and the Imperial Concubine repeatedly instructed them to ensure that nothing happened to Prince Jing.
"Your Highness, please reconsider!" Changfeng frowned. "Don't let His Majesty and the Empress worry."
Zhao Yan wouldn't listen to a word. He had been forced to stay in the palace for so many days, drinking countless bitter medicines and being pricked with countless silver needles. The only thing keeping him conscious was Lin Qingwan.
At this point, what's there to think about telling him that Zhao Cong is with her?
"Get out of my way!"
He roared and forcefully pushed Changfeng aside.
Just as his fingers touched the tent flap, Zhao Cong's deep voice rang out from inside, "Seventh Brother, have you had enough?"
She's still asleep.
He lowered his voice, his tone full of displeasure, "Don't disturb people."
Zhao Yan's temples throbbed with veins, and after a few deathly silences, he cried out, "How dare you touch her? How dare you!"
Zhao Cong said coldly, "It seems that Seventh Brother is still not well."
“Shen Xu, please ask Prince Jing to go back and rest.”
"I am not ill!"
"I want Lin Qingwan!"
*
Since the Crown Prince recovered, Lin Qingwan has been sleeping a lot. She doesn't know if it's because she's tired or because the bed is too comfortable. In any case, she can sleep for at least several hours once she lies down.
She heard a commotion and rubbed her sleepy eyes.
The halo of light in front of him was quickly blocked by Zhao Cong's broad body. "Did I wake you up?"
Lin Qingwan asked lazily, "Who's outside?"
"Zhao Yan wants to see you."
Lin Qingwan instantly regained her senses.
Zhao Cong smiled faintly, "I had Shen Xu take him to see the imperial physician; he's had another attack."
Lin Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed to her head, "Is Prince Jing's problem this?"
Zhao Cong coldly replied, "Hmph. It's just Consort Ning's excuse to absolve him of his guilt."
Why did he come here?
"Naturally, the ditches are almost finished and the epidemic is under control, so it's time to reward those who have contributed."
Lin Qingwan suddenly realized, "How could the Emperor be so biased?"
Zhao Cong saw her indignant expression. He was the one who had suffered a loss, so why was she so anxious?
He smiled and said, "The emperor is also a human being. How can a human being not be biased?"
"Didn't Jiang Su and his wife also favor the child they raised, and not love you, their own son,?"
Lin Qingwan smiled lightly, "That was before. Now they regret it. They want to pamper me, but I don't care."
Zhao Cong raised his eyelids; was she getting smug?
But he didn't spoil the mood, saying, "Congratulations!"
Lin Qingwan put on her shoes and got out of bed, forcing a smile. "Thank you."
Since the incident involving taking off his pants, the two have become much less polite to each other, and Lin Qingwan has also noticed that the Crown Prince is not as sullen as he usually seems.
Perhaps, he is his true self when he plays with Feng'er.
Zhao Cong noticed that her face was paler than before, and his gaze lingered on her for a moment. "What do you want to eat tonight?"
"We can leave the camp tomorrow."
Lin Qingwan looked up but didn't notice anything unusual on his face, but his tone sounded... was it just her imagination?
I seem a little reluctant to part with it.
“I’m not picky, anything is fine,” she replied.
I don't feel hungry anyway.
Zhao Cong noticed that she was absent-minded and her gaze kept involuntarily moving towards him. At first, he could comfort himself by thinking that the tent was only so big and he could see her no matter how he looked up or down.
Later he realized that wasn't the case.
Even with my eyes closed, I can imagine the expression on her face just by listening to her subtle movements.
When fighting on the border, he often shared cramped spaces with his soldiers, but he couldn't help but think about the people around him.
And then there were these two times I woke up in a fright from a dream...
I dreamt that she took off her own clothes and then took off his pants.
So much so that one time when he woke up, his first reaction was to look at his lower body, and only after he breathed a sigh of relief did he remember that Lin Qingwan was still there.
Her face clearly said: "Did the prince wet the bed?"
Zhao Cong couldn't help but chuckle, finding that the past few days of quarantine were anything but boring.
His gaze softened as he looked at Lin Qingwan, who was lost in thought. "Afraid that Zhao Yan will force you to marry him?"
Lin Qingwan lowered her long eyelashes slightly, "No."
Zhao Cong was surprised.
Her bright eyes were hidden in the shadows, but he knew she was watching him, and he instinctively sat up straight.
Lin Qingwan said, "What if Prince Jing really steals the credit?"
Zhao Cong's fingers, resting on his knees, curled slightly as he teased, "I'll trade you for it."
Lin Qingwan's eyes were clear and bright. She knew he was joking, but she was very serious. "Is this to repay the favor I owe you for saving me a few times before?"
Zhao Cong's smile vanished instantly. "You've calculated things quite clearly."
“It’s a rare opportunity like this,” she said.
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