Jiang Yanwan felt extremely comfortable.
But he soon became afraid. Zhao Yan's eccentric personality was not due to the emperor's favoritism since childhood. His previous arrogance was a facade that Consort Ning had painstakingly created for him.
He's essentially a madman.
For years, Master Wuyuan had been poisoning his medicine to regulate his body. After being provoked by Lin Qingwan, he could only use a more potent poison to forcefully suppress the poison.
Lin Qingwan claimed on Chaoning Street that she was removing poison from him, but why would she save a madman who almost bled to death?
The only physician in the Imperial Medical Academy who wasn't completely useless was Physician Zhu, who was also a member of the Crown Prince's faction. So even Consort Ning didn't realize that there was actually a problem with her prescription.
Zhao Yan was already at his limit; Lin Qingwan didn't need to use any strong medicine to gradually deplete his energy and drive him mad.
Jiang Yanwan almost died in bed. The blood beneath her made her tremble violently, and afterwards she was unable to get out of bed.
Xia Yan said nervously, "Miss, many people outside know about it."
Jiang Yanwan could still laugh. "It's good that you know. Now that you know, Your Highness can't deny it. Whether I'm a noble concubine or a lowly concubine, as long as I can enter the Prince Jing's residence, what do I have to worry about in the future?"
Xia Yan lowered her eyes, "But the Hu family wants to break off the engagement, and Madam is on her way here."
Jiang Yanwan said, "At least he has some self-awareness. How could the Hu family dare to compete with the Prince for someone?"
"It's good that Mother is here. With the Prince here, things will be settled soon."
Xia Yan saw that she was confident and didn't want to say anything more, but she still felt that things wouldn't go so smoothly.
The prince had arranged to meet Lin Qingwan, but she never showed up. And why would the second son of the Hu family suddenly appear in the capital, and of all things, witness his mistress and the prince's affair?
"This servant will help you get dressed first."
Xia Yan was both frightened and heartbroken to see the bruises all over Jiang Yanwan's body.
Jiang Yanwan endured the discomfort and soreness as she sat up. Just as she finished dressing, she heard the door being kicked open. It was the guard Changfeng.
He exuded murderous intent, pointing his sword at Jiang Yanwan's brow, "You drugged the prince?"
Jiang Yanwan shivered, but then she remembered that she and the prince had already consummated their relationship and would soon be Changfeng's mistress. She forced herself to calm down and put on airs, "How dare you!"
"I am now the prince's woman, how dare you speak to me like that?"
Changfeng flicked his arm, and the sword energy cleaved the screen beside Jiang Yanwan. "The prince has vomited blood."
Jiang Yanwan's heart tightened, and she even stopped breathing.
With just a little bit of aphrodisiac and the prince's passionate lovemaking, the effects should have worn off long ago. How could she have vomited blood?
As soon as Lin arrived outside the teahouse, she saw that the Imperial Guards had surrounded the teahouse from the front and back.
Jiang Yanwan's shameless rendezvous with Prince Jing had already enraged her, but upon hearing that the prince had vomited blood and was unconscious, she immediately collapsed.
When she came to her senses and wanted to see the prince, she was stopped by the guards.
Changfeng coldly said, "Let the Prime Minister speak to His Majesty."
Lin's knees buckled, but she forced herself to remain calm, "The Prince..."
Before she could finish speaking, several imperial physicians were dragged over by the collars by the Imperial Guards. When Lin saw that Physician Zhu was also there, she knew things were in trouble.
Street stalls on East Street.
When the vendor saw Lin Qingwan, he thought he was dreaming. When he saw the Crown Prince coming over, he couldn't help but pinch his thigh, and the pain made him look unrecognizable.
Shen Xu gave him a silver ingot, saying, "Go out for a stroll and come back later."
The vendor stood there, frozen in place, so Shen Xu had no choice but to push him away.
Zhao Cong sat in his usual spot at the stall, opposite Lin Qingwan.
She carefully examined each of the trinkets on the shelf, but the bamboo dragonfly still caught her eye the most.
Zhao Cong said, "I heard that Jiang Zhenlin spent a long time learning from the vendors before he could weave a bamboo dragonfly."
Lin Qingwan's face was expressionless. "It's exactly the same as the one I originally wanted to give him."
It was done with care.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Zhao Cong took a few bamboo strips from the basket next to him. "Is this difficult?"
Lin Qingwan's eyes were as clear as if they had been washed by mountain spring water. "The Crown Prince wants to learn?"
Zhao Cong carefully manipulated the bamboo strips. "Are you willing to teach me?"
Lin Qingwan paused for a moment, the familiar pain in her body gradually subsided, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. "I've only done this once, so I'm not very skilled."
Zhao Cong said calmly, "I've been fast at everything since I was a student."
"This shouldn't be difficult."
Lin Qingwan leaned over and switched the position of the bamboo strip in his hand. "This part must be pressed firmly. If the shape is not good, the finished product will not look good."
Zhao Cong adjusted it twice, "Is this how it is?"
Lin Qingwan couldn't see it clearly, so she got up and walked to his side. "Yes."
Zhao Cong silently moved to the side, making room for her. He didn't say anything, but instead showed her the bamboo strip, asking, "Should this one go from the top or the bottom?"
Their foreheads were almost touching, yet neither of them noticed.
“Neither.” Lin Qingwan’s slender fingers took the bamboo strip from his fingertips. “Go through this small hole.”
"Hold on tight, don't let go."
Zhao Cong pursed his lips, his fingernails turning red. "Did you get through?"
Lin Qingwan barely dared to breathe. "It'll be quick, just wait a little longer."
"Alright, we're finally inside." She smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Cong asked curiously, "Let me see."
One leaned forward, the other turned their head, and Lin Qingwan's delicate nose touched Zhao Cong's sweat-stained forehead.
They held their breath, neither daring to move.
He could clearly see her soft lips on the bridge of his nose, a beautiful rosy red, and he couldn't resist wanting to press them against his.
Zhao Cong gritted his teeth and told himself that he couldn't help himself.
We're still on the street, so we have to hold back.
No, not on the street... You have to hold back no matter where you are.
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