Lin Qingwan closed her eyes and remained silent.
Zhao Yan's face was extremely ugly. He gently stroked her waist with one hand, which was very ambiguous. "It's okay if you don't want to say it. I was originally planning to give you a grand wedding, but it seems you can't wait any longer."
"I can't wait any longer either."
Lin Qingwan's head went blank for a moment. What was he planning to do?!
"Let me go!"
Before she could even utter a sound, Zhao Yan covered her mouth and nose, saying, "Sweetie, we used to be very happy in bed."
"I haven't touched anyone else all these years."
"Jianqing, I miss you."
Lin Qingwan was so anxious when she saw him lean down that tears welled up in her eyes.
Just as her clothes were about to be lost, the door was pushed open, and Consort Ning's cold, sharp voice rang out, "What time is it? You're still making a scene here!"
"Changfeng, pull the prince down!"
Consort Ning's gaze towards Lin Qingwan was like a knife, as if she wished she could tear her to pieces.
This woman is the one who put a curse on his son. Instead of fighting for the throne, he has to waste his time on her!
Consort Ning looked down at Lin Qingwan, her eyes deep and cold.
Lin Qingwan clearly sensed that she wanted to kill her.
Xue Jianqing died at the hands of Consort Ning, and I'm afraid I'll become the second Xue Jianqing.
"Lin Qingwan, you refuse to take the good path I offered you. Since you refuse to serve Prince Jing, you only have one path left: death."
Lin Qingwan knew that Consort Ning was capable of such a thing.
She had a sudden inspiration: "Hasn't Your Highness ever thought about why the Prince went mad? Why are all those medicines ineffective?"
Consort Ning's gaze sharpened as she scrutinized her.
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