Before Zhao Yan could go there, Changfeng came in to report, "Miss Qingwan requests an audience with the Prince."
Zhao Yan's icy, almost red eyes suddenly warmed, and her voice became hoarse, "Let her in quickly!"
Lin Qingwan felt a chill run through her body when she stepped into the tent.
The shadows cast by the flower garden and imprisonment will probably never fade from her memory.
When Zhao Yan saw her, he seemed to light up, his eyes filled with both infatuation and caution. "Jian, no, Qingwan, you've finally agreed to see me."
He lunged at her, and Lin Qingwan wanted to dodge, but she gritted her teeth and endured it.
Zhao Yan embraced her tightly and, realizing that she did not reject him, his expression gradually softened with tenderness and contentment.
But Lin Qingwan was trembling.
“I might infect the prince with the plague,” she said in a trembling voice.
"I'm not afraid." Zhao Yan hugged her very tightly. "Just don't push me away again."
Did Zhao Cong harm you?
"Did he force you to serve him?"
His emotions are so fragile right now that he can't withstand the slightest provocation. If Lin Qingwan agrees, he really could kill the Crown Prince.
Lin Qingwan forced herself to calm down, "I went by myself."
“I have the ability to dispense medicine and I want to help the people of Chaoning Street.”
Zhao Yan's breathing was erratic. "From now on, you can tell me whatever you want to do."
“Zhao Cong is not a good person. He will harm you and take revenge on me. You cannot get too close to him.” He gently stroked the hair at the back of Lin Qingwan’s head, but it sent a chill down her spine.
"There can't be a next time, you know?" He affectionately nuzzled Lin Qingwan's cheek, only to find that her body was very stiff.
"Your Highness, please let me go." She choked back a sob.
Zhao Yan closed his eyes, greedily absorbing her warmth, "Would you still run away regardless of everything?"
"Won't."
Zhao Yan was very satisfied and slowly loosened his grip.
His obsessive, morbid gaze was fixed on her, making Lin Qingwan feel a little breathless. "I have something to show the Prince."
Zhao Yan was somewhat surprised, and also a little excited. "What?"
Lin Qingwan unfolded a slightly crumpled letter.
Zhao Yan's face darkened as he read the contents. "I did not write this."
But it is indeed his fingerprint on it.
He fainted last time...
Lin Qingwan quickly retrieved the letter. "His Highness the Crown Prince will present this to His Majesty and the Imperial Concubine on my behalf."
“They should have a better candidate for Princess Jing, they wouldn’t want the prince to marry me.”
"Also, I am really not Xue Jianqing."
"The prince has most likely been deceived by that Taoist priest."
Zhao Yan reached out to pull her back, but Lin Qingwan was prepared and turned to run away.
This was the last time she would make things clear with Zhao Yan, and also to let everyone know that Zhao Yan had written a guarantee that he would not force her to marry him, even though she had taken advantage of his vulnerability to get it done.
But it doesn't matter.
It's good that I didn't take the opportunity to kill him last time.
When the Crown Prince saw this thing, he said, "Seventh Prince is a madman. This thing will probably drive him crazy."
Lin Qingwan said, "Even if the Emperor is biased, he can't gouge out everyone's eyes."
“King Jing has come here and accomplished nothing, wasting his time on a woman.”
Zhao Cong narrowed his eyes, "Aren't you afraid that Consort Ning will kill you?"
Lin Qingwan was naturally afraid.
She stared intently at Zhao Cong, "Ahem, I am, after all, the one who devised the prescription, and I also took care of the Crown Prince for several days."
"You'll protect me, right?"
Zhao Cong lowered his head and smiled, with an indescribable hint of doting, "Then you must stay close to me at all times."
Lin Qingwan smiled gently, but Zhao Cong's eyes narrowed; she did look quite pretty when she smiled.
"Your Highness, Miss Qingwan, the young princess is insisting on coming over. The guards over there in the courtyard are hesitant to make a decision."
As soon as Shen Xu entered, he caught the lingering smile on the Crown Prince's lips.
Looking again at Lin Qingwan, who lowered her eyes and covered her lips, the atmosphere between the two was quite different from before the epidemic.
Zhao Cong said, "Prepare two guest rooms at Yuebinlou and fumigate them with mugwort every day. When Feng'er comes, he should stay in the building and not come here."
Then, looking at Lin Qingwan, he said, "You go over there too."
Lin Qingwan hesitated, "I'm afraid of Prince Jing..."
Before he could finish speaking, Cang Ying rushed in, "Your Highness, the Prince wants to burn the bodies of those who died from the plague!"
Zhao Cong's expression changed. "There are still patients who haven't fully recovered, and the deceased's relatives are still alive. Burning the body in public will cause anger."
"That idiot!"
He only thought about exercising the power given to him by the emperor and suppressing the Crown Prince, without considering the overall situation at all.
Zhao Cong got up and walked out, instructing Shen Xu, "Have the Imperial Guards stop them!"
He stepped out of the tent, then suddenly stopped, turned back to look at Lin Qingwan, his eyes gentle, "Take good care of Feng'er."
Lin Qingwan's heart sank. "Your Highness, rest assured."
This trusting tone made her blood boil; since she could remember, the only thing that had never betrayed her was loneliness.
Especially after returning to the Prime Minister's residence, her despair over family ties made her even more convinced that she would be alone until the end.
She never imagined that the Crown Prince, the heir apparent of Da Ning, would entrust his son to her, and the look in his eyes gave her the illusion that "he would handle everything as soon as possible and then come back to have dinner with them."
Seeing Lin Qingwan lost in thought, Feng'er couldn't suppress a smile. She stood on tiptoe and looked downstairs. "Oh dear, Father has been gone for so long, why hasn't he come back yet?"
"That scoundrel, Seventh Uncle, always bullies Father because he takes advantage of Grandfather's favor."
"I'm so anxious and impatient waiting."
The boy deliberately spoke slowly, staring expectantly at Lin Qingwan, "Right?"
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