Lin Qingwan was in a complete mess, and after taking two steps back, she bumped into the door. "Your Highness?"
Zhao Yan's cold eyes were fixed on her. "Not the Crown Prince. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"What are you trying to do now?" Lin Qingwan had nowhere to hide, and watched him walk towards her step by step, her nails digging deep into her flesh.
Zhao Yan's smile was extremely desolate. "I just want to make it up to you, I just want to give you everything good. What are you afraid of?"
Why did you have to run away!
He roared and pounced on her, his hands bracing on either side of her shoulders, pounding on the wooden door until it creaked.
Lin Qingwan shuddered with her eyes closed.
"I am not Xue Jianqing, that Taoist priest is lying to you."
"You're the one who lied to me!" Zhao Yan, his eyes red, moved closer to her, his morbid possessiveness unleashed without restraint.
"If you don't stay by my side obediently, I'll kill you and find a new vessel for Jianqing's soul."
His gloomy voice crept into Lin Qingwan's ears, making every pore of her body tremble and shudder.
Zhao Yan has gone mad.
She didn't want to experience the fear of death in his hands a second time. She wanted to go back; Feng'er would be unhappy if he woke up and couldn't see her.
She wanted to turn around and run, but Zhao Yan held her down too tightly, and she couldn't move at all.
"Trying to run away!"
Zhao Yan gritted her teeth, her sinister voice threatening her soul, as if it were about to devour her at any moment.
Forced into a corner, Lin Qingwan steeled her resolve and said, "Xue Jianqing hates you to death. She died because of you. You couldn't save her. It was your mother who killed her."
Even if she really comes back, she will never forgive you!
Zhao Yan's emotions suddenly went blank. He stared blankly at her angry face, which was gradually covered by an indescribable sadness.
She refused to forgive him.
"No, she likes me so much."
Tears welled in Zhao Yan's eyes, and with a fierce glint in his eyes, he was about to kiss Lin Qingwan. She turned her head to dodge, but he then kissed her neck.
Like a blood-sucking raven, it sucked at her until she felt pain and numbness.
Lin Qingwan struggled but couldn't break free, and screamed for help.
The street outside is Chaoning Street, and with so many soldiers patrolling every day, they must be able to hear it.
Zhao Yan covered her lips tightly, but she angrily bit his hand on his thumb, drawing blood without him flinching.
Having no other choice, Lin Qingwan tore apart the sachet at her waist and threw one of the medicinal powders into Zhao Yan's eyes.
The burning pain left Zhao Yan flustered, and she instinctively covered her eyes and backed away.
Lin Qingwan hurriedly fled, but as soon as the door opened, Changfeng's knife almost pierced her heart.
Changfeng narrowed his eyes. "Miss Qingwan, you can leave if you want, but please leave the prescription behind."
Lin Qingwan composed herself and said frankly, "It's not on me; I already handed it over to Physician Zhu."
The tip of Changfeng's knife brushed against her clothes. "Then I'll trouble Miss Qingwan to write another copy."
Lin Qingwan's eyes were cool. "Is Your Highness trying to openly steal the Crown Prince's credit?"
If it weren't for the emperor's favoritism over the years, how could a concubine in the harem have the audacity to oppose the crown prince at every turn!
Changfeng sneered, "The prince likes you and wants to marry you as his principal wife. Wouldn't it be better for you to offer your services to the Imperial Concubine?"
Lin Qingwan gritted her teeth, "I won't write it."
"Then you're unlikely to leave alive this time."
"After all, there is only one Tong Di in this world."
Lin Qingwan's heart tightened; Tong Di's death was something she would never be able to let go of in her life. Although Tong Di died at the hands of the Xiongnu, it was because of Prince Jing!
She clutched the last bit of powder in her hand, about to repeat her plan, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck, and she lost consciousness.
Zhao Yan's eyes were red and swollen as he carefully held the unconscious Lin Qingwan, and said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you not to touch her? Don't you want your hands anymore!"
Changfeng remained expressionless. "Your Highness, she doesn't care about you, she won't side with you, and she certainly won't help you."
"For us, it's an obstacle."
"Besides, there are rumors outside that she and the Crown Prince... Your Highness, you can't be soft-hearted anymore."
"Shut up!" Zhao Yan didn't want to hear any of this. "Get out."
Changfeng stood ramrod straight. "Your Highness, you can't be so willful anymore! The Taoist priest has disappeared without a trace, and the Imperial Concubine personally left the palace, risking infection to come here, just so that you can get a share of the spoils."
"I said, get out!"
Changfeng hesitated, speechless, after being glared at by his sinister, red-rimmed gaze.
Lin Qingwan was on edge, and she woke up faster than Zhao Yan had expected.
As soon as she moved, she realized she was being held in someone's arms. The scent of dragon scales that sent shivers down her spine instantly sobered her up.
Zhao Yan pressed his forehead against hers, "Don't move."
Lin Qingwan subconsciously reached for her sleeve pocket, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against her chest. "All your sachets, powders, and even your hairpins have been taken by me."
"There's nothing you can do."
"I won't do anything, I'll just lie down quietly for a while, okay?"
By the end, his voice was filled with pleading and sobs.
Lin Qingwan's chest heaved slightly. "Your Highness, please spare me."
Zhao Yan laughed out loud, "Then who will let me go?"
Lin Qingwan was annoyed and really didn't want to, nor did she have the energy, to argue with this madman.
Zhao Yan thought about what those people had said, and about how she and Zhao Cong had spent so many days in the same tent. She had taken care of Zhao Cong when he was sick, and she had fed him his medicine.
Some people also said that she helped Zhao Cong wipe his body.
If she had to describe it, Zhao Yan felt as if her most cherished and treasured garment had been worn by Zhao Cong. No matter how clean it was afterward, every time she saw it, she would always remember that it had been worn by someone else.
He's already gone mad, so naturally he doesn't realize how terrible he is now.
"What were you and him doing in the tent?" he asked Lin Qingwan in a sinister tone, leaning close to her ear.
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