Lin Qingwan never expected that he would reveal such an important clue to her just to put her mind at ease.
Seeing her stunned expression, and noticing that her gaze was no longer clear and bright but instead tinged with an inexplicable moisture, Zhao Cong's heart pounded. He quickly looked away, "Ahem, what book did Feng'er ask you to ask about?"
"Oh." Lin Qingwan suddenly came back to her senses, her body unsure whether to move forward or backward, vividly revealing the embarrassment of her momentary mental blankness to the Crown Prince.
She turned around, covered her face with her hands, took a deep breath, and pretended that nothing had happened before taking out the little prince's textbook.
"The area enclosed above."
Zhao Cong wanted to explain to her, but as she got closer, he could always catch the fragrance emanating from her.
“I have time to talk to him.”
Lin Qingwan let out a soft sigh of relief. "Okay."
After Zhao Cong left, Lin Qingwan was in a daze for a while, her mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts. When she finally calmed down, she learned that Consort Ning had personally left the palace to distribute porridge on the streets of Chaoning.
Many Imperial Guards were temporarily reassigned to protect the Imperial Concubine.
A short while later, someone outside said, "Miss Qingwan, the Crown Prince requests your presence."
Lin Qingwan's heart tightened. "What happened?"
An unfamiliar voice came from outside the door, saying, "The guards around Prince Jing have developed a rash, and we don't have any extra medicine. Your Highness will have to trouble you to come over."
Lin Qingwan: "Okay."
The person who came to invite her was dressed in the uniform of the Crown Prince's personal guards. Apart from the slightly unfamiliar voice, everything else seemed fine. But unfortunately, Lin Qingwan only realized something was wrong after being led into a room.
The person sitting in the shadows was not Zhao Cong, but Zhao Yan.
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