Cangying knew what she wanted to ask.
At first, he thought Lin Qingwan was a tool for the Crown Prince's revenge. He only treated her differently because the Crown Prince was kind-hearted, and he wanted to make it up to her. That was all.
But the young prince really liked her and always tried to bring them together.
The Crown Prince dotes on the young prince, and he hasn't said anything, so how could Cang Ying be qualified to give his master any advice?
Lin Qingwan was quite well-behaved and never crossed the line, until Tong Di told her everything before he died, and until the Crown Prince was infected with the plague, while she happened to be in the camp.
Cangying now feels that some things are predestined, just like how the Crown Prince, despite not being favored by His Majesty and being schemed against by Consort Ning, was still able to successfully return to the capital through the narrow passage.
Just like Prince Jing, who was clearly blessed with extraordinary talent, he was unfortunately taken advantage of by a woman, and as a result, he lost his affection for the Imperial Concubine.
Just like how the Crown Prince had no interest in women for many years, Lin Qingwan suddenly appeared.
No one knows what happened in the camp those few days, but Lin Qingwan asked him to fetch a clean set of undergarments for the Crown Prince, and later, when he went in to tidy up the tent, he saw the torn trousers...
Immediately following this, the Crown Prince, knowing the substance was poisoned, insisted on personally untying her.
Cang Ying couldn't pretend nothing had happened, and she knew it was too late to say anything.
He sighed, "There is no cure for the deadly poison in Miss Qingwan's body. You were unconscious on New Year's Eve. Physician Zhu said that neither medicinal baths nor acupuncture would help. The only way is to transfer the Crown Prince's blood into your body to help you resist the poison."
Lin Qingwan's lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
It was as if her heart was falling into a bottomless pit, and the process of falling was enough to drain all her composure and calmness.
Her hands clenched into fists, her usually cool eyes became disordered, surging with undisguised surprise and shock.
how so···
She had the prince's blood flowing in her veins, and the reason the poison hadn't taken effect during this time was because the prince had saved her.
This was even more unimaginable to her than what Tong Di had told her before he died.
How is she supposed to pay this back?
Lin Qingwan was completely dejected, unable to find the ability to accept and process the situation for a long time.
Feng'er ran over, her little arms wrapped around her neck, "Qingwan, don't worry, Daddy will be alright."
"Father is the most powerful person in the world. He said he would never leave me alone, so he will definitely wake up."
Lin Qingwan came to her senses and suddenly realized that she was crying.
Feng'er's chubby little hands wiped away her tears, and her innocent and adorable appearance was reflected in her eyes. Lin Qingwan didn't know why, but she hugged Feng'er and cried.
Feng'er was first surprised, then happy for her father.
He thought Lin Qingwan would become the Crown Princess and be his mother.
He patted Lin Qingwan's back like an adult and whispered, "Don't cry, it will break your father's heart."
Lin Qingwan wasn't the type to be sentimental; she repaid kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge, so there was nothing to cry about.
But when Feng'er said that, she couldn't help but cry on the child's shoulder, crying even more like a child than the child herself.
Feng'er blinked her swollen eyes with difficulty, thought for a long time, and then blurted out, "Qingwan, don't cry, I'm scared."
"You're crying like this, is your father...?"
The door behind him opened, and Physician Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, "She's awake!"
When Zhao Cong opened his eyes, Feng'er and Lin Qingwan stood before the bed, each with swollen, red eyes. The younger one looked visibly shaken, while the older one's eyes were blurry with tears...
"You, how could you two..." Zhao Cong's voice was very hoarse, and he seemed to be having great difficulty speaking.
Feng'er hugged his arm, "Father, Qingwan was so worried about you. I've never seen her cry so sadly before. She cried so much that my clothes got wet. I was so scared."
"If Father doesn't wake up soon, we'll be an orphan and a widow."
Zhao Cong was sobered up from head to toe by his son's two sentences.
And he did see that his son's shoulder was wet, his eyelids were raised, but he didn't dare to look at Lin Qingwan. Just now, her nose and eyes were red, and her eyelashes were wet, so he didn't dare to look at her again.
No, why can't I watch it anymore?
Zhao Cong gritted his teeth and sat up, letting his son lean against him. He patted the little guy's back to comfort him, then thought to himself, "Forget it, I won't watch anymore."
"Read fewer storybooks in the future," Zhao Cong teased.
Lin Qingwan brought over some tea, saying, "Please moisten your throat first."
Zhao Cong lowered his eyelashes and took it. His fingers touched Lin Qingwan, and the lines of his profile tightened even more.
Feng'er waited patiently for him to finish his tea before smiling and saying, "Father is in a coma, and Qingwan and I are very worried. If anything happens to you, there will be no one to protect us in the future."
"Ahem." Zhao Cong couldn't stand the boy's talk about being an orphan and a widow, so he simply patted his backside and chased him away. "Alright, I'm fine. Go back and rest."
Come back when the swelling in your eyes has gone down.
"It's so ugly."
Feng'er was stunned for a moment. If she had insisted on staying with him before, she would have made a face today. "I know, I know. Father wants to be alone with her and thinks I'm in the way."
"Tsk, this kid..."
Before Zhao Cong could finish speaking, Feng'er ran out laughing, "Now everyone knows!"
"Father, don't be embarrassed!"
Zhao Cong closed his eyes; he had corrupted his ancestors.
Next, Lin Qingwan served him tea, water, and medicinal soup, attending to his every need.
Zhao Cong couldn't hold back any longer, "Has Cang Ying learned to slack off too? Why are you doing all these things?"
The thought that his blood flowed in her veins made Lin Qingwan feel that she could never repay him. "The Crown Prince saved me, so I should take care of him."
Zhao Cong himself didn't realize that his eyes darkened for a moment. "It was my grudges with them that dragged you into this. It's not a question of whether I should save you or not."
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