Zhao Yan had a terrible headache, but he also heard the Crown Prince's voice outside.
Upon seeing Consort Ning return, he stumbled out of bed, saying, "Mother, I'm sending him away!"
"Yan'er!" Consort Ning quickly steadied her son. "Your health is the most important thing. Your mother will take you back to the palace first."
Zhao Yan shook his head, "He wants to take away Jian... no, Lin Qingwan."
When he said the name, his mind went blank again. Who was Lin Qingwan?
What about his gradual greening?
Zhao Yan clutched her head, her face contorted in pain. "My head hurts so much."
Consort Ning's noble bearing was gradually replaced by heartache and exhaustion. She let her son rest his head on her shoulder and patiently comforted him, "Mother will give you a massage."
"Rubbing it will make it stop hurting."
"Yan'er, be good."
Mothers have divine power; no matter where you feel unwell, as long as your mother blows on or rubs your sore spot, it will definitely get better.
Zhao Yan's mind was completely blank, which also helped him to calm down. He gradually calmed down as his mother gently patted his back.
Only when the even breathing reached Consort Ning's ears did her tense body relax, and she softly ordered, "Have the Crown Prince's men withdraw further away. I will take Yan'er back."
"As for Lin Qingwan, let him come in and take her away after I leave."
After saying that, she winked at the old woman.
The old woman went into the inner room.
Lin Qingwan's hands were tied and her mouth was covered. She could only feel the old woman's hands rubbing her body back and forth, finally stopping at her bound wrists.
A faint smell of medicine entered her nostrils, and she was terrified.
After Consort Ning left, Lin Qingwan heard her say to the Crown Prince, "This is where I am staying, so don't let the guards in."
Zhao Cong snorted coldly, "I don't want this to happen again."
"There probably won't be a next time."
Consort Ning's face stiffened; she knew her chances were numbered.
Her son looks like this...
Consort Ning closed her eyes briefly. "It's too early for the Crown Prince to draw any conclusions."
Zhao Cong's men are already interrogating Daoist Wuyuan. Once it's confirmed that the Ning family has been secretly colluding with the Xiongnu, she'll never be able to recover.
Consort Ning led Zhao Yan into the carriage. The moment the curtain fell, she watched Zhao Cong enter the house, a cruel and gleeful smile appearing in her eyes.
Zhao Cong, Zhao Cong, His Majesty does not love you, yet he insists on making you the Crown Prince.
His Majesty dotes on Yan'er, but he has never been willing to let him take the next step.
Then you'll have to step down from the position of crown prince yourself.
The plague on Chaoning Street is so dangerous, how can you still be alive? Since you've been infected, you should die too.
"Ugh! Ugh!"
When Lin Qingwan saw Zhao Cong, she kept backing away and frantically shook her head to signal him not to come any closer.
Zhao Cong was anxious. Feng'er's eyes were red from crying. He himself was afraid that Consort Ning would be ruthless and harm Lin Qingwan. Seeing her tied up and thrown in a corner, he rushed over. When he removed the handkerchief stuffed in her mouth, he saw the almost raw hickeys on her neck!
Then Zhao Cong noticed that his hands were trembling.
Even when we were ambushed on the frontier, facing life and death, the tension wasn't this intense. "Did Zhao Yan bully you?"
"Your Highness, they've applied medicine to my body, don't touch me!"
Lin Qingwan's face was filled with anxiety, her voice dry and hoarse, and her lips were chapped. "Get out of here quickly, you can't even stand the smell of this medicine..."
She felt dizzy after taking two breaths.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Cong paused for a moment, then walked steadily toward her and said calmly, "From childhood to adulthood, she has harmed me countless times."
"Even far away at the border, there are bound to be spies she has planted hiding needles in my armor."
Lin Qingwan's pupils trembled. Armor is for defending against enemies, so does that mean he was risking his life for Da Ning, and Consort Ning was still stabbing him in the back?
Lin Qingwan got angry, "Next time I'll just concoct poison and kill her."
Zhao Cong raised his eyelids slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Okay."
"It's my fault for dragging you down. Let me untie you first."
Lin Qingwan was still shaken. "Let Lord Shen use the knife, please don't touch it."
Zhao Cong, however, said, "The knife is dangerous."
He walked behind Lin Qingwan and untied the knot for her. His fingers brushed against her wrist several times, like sparks landing on her skin, burning her so much that she couldn't breathe properly.
Zhao Cong's eyes darkened, and his fingertips turned as red as ripe fruit.
The intense heat spread from his fingertips to his limbs and bones, his breathing gradually became heavier, and then his vision blurred.
He wanted to say a few words to comfort Lin Qingwan, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.
What kind of poison is this?
It seems more serious than the previous times.
"Crown Prince?" Lin Qingwan turned around and saw the tall, imposing figure collapse to the ground. "Crown Prince!"
He was very heavy, and when she hugged him, her knees slammed onto the floor with a thud.
*
Feng'er had cried that afternoon because Lin Qingwan had disappeared, and now she was crying again because the Crown Prince had been poisoned and was in a coma. Her eyes were swollen and looked like two fleshy bumps that had been stung by bees.
Lin Qingwan had no time to mock him; seeing that Physician Zhu remained silent, her heart pounded with anxiety.
"That's strange."
"You were poisoned, so how come you're alright?" Physician Zhu first took the prince's pulse, then injected him with two doses of antidote, but the effect was minimal.
Lin Qingwan said, "It's probably because I was already poisoned, so other poisons wouldn't have any effect on me."
She deeply understood this when she drank the poison given to her by the King in the flower garden.
Doctor Zhu scratched his head. "To be honest, I still don't know what your adoptive mother was feeding you."
"This is absolutely the Waterloo of my career."
Lin Qingwan didn't understand the word, but she could roughly understand his frustration.
"During the previous plague, you drew blood from patients and said you wanted to extract some serum to delay the onset of the disease. Could this method be used on the Crown Prince?"
Physician Zhu glanced at her and said, "Since you are fine, your blood has the ability to break down this poison, so theoretically it should work."
Lin Qingwan flicked her sleeve and said, "Then hurry up and draw it."
Physician Zhu grabbed a handful of hair again, saying, "Don't be so professional, it's really discouraging."
Lin Qingwan's gaze was firm. "If it can keep the Crown Prince safe, I'd give my life for him."
Physician Zhu raised an eyebrow. "It seems that being isolated together during the plague makes it easy for feelings to develop. Although you and the Crown Prince are polite on the surface, you've already developed to the point where you'd risk your lives for each other."
Lin Qingwan's ears burned, and she lowered her head, saying, "Hurry up and draw your blood."
As Physician Zhu gathered his tools, he instructed Cang Ying, "Cook some blood-nourishing soup for her. She can't be compared to the Crown Prince; if her blood isn't replenished promptly after being drawn, she'll faint."
Lin Qingwan grasped a key point: what does it mean to not be able to compare with the Crown Prince?
"Did the Crown Prince also have his blood drawn?" she asked.
Physician Zhu realized he had spoken out of turn, touched the tip of his nose, and said, "Bear with it, I'm about to insert the needles."
Lin Qingwan was a little scared, so she turned her face away and closed her eyes.
It only hurt a little when the needle pricked my arm; otherwise, I didn't feel anything.
Afterwards, Physician Zhu gave her a cotton ball, saying, "Press it yourself, and the bleeding will stop."
Cang Ying quickly brought in the medicine, saying, "Please drink it while it's hot."
Lin Qingwan felt uneasy. "Eunuch Cang, wait a moment."
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