Zhu An stepped one foot over the threshold, the other still outside, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Then, this humble subject will..."
Zhao Cong dismounted. "You've taken a fancy to her?"
Zhu An shuddered and waved his hands repeatedly, "Although Miss Qingwan is beautiful, kind-hearted, resilient, and intelligent, she is good in every way, but I am not suitable for her."
His emphasis was on the second half of the sentence, but the first half had already made Zhao Cong, who was already unhappy, even more unhappy.
But he had no right to get angry.
Zhao Cong slightly lifted his eyelids. "What's wrong with it? I think it's perfectly suitable."
Zhu An's pupils dilated, and he almost dropped the medicine box in his hand.
Wait a minute, I was jealous yesterday and tortured myself by walking so many roads, how come I'm saying it's a good match today?
Hmm, something's not right.
Zhu An forced himself to remain calm. "What does the Crown Prince mean by that?"
He only wanted to glean some insight into the Crown Prince's thoughts, but Zhao Cong felt that Zhu An truly had impure feelings for Lin Qingwan.
He laughed in exasperation, his tone mocking, "She is poisoned and there is no cure. Only Physician Zhu has a miraculous cure."
"Besides, she can earn money to support the family, and you can open a clinic if you go out."
"Life is pretty good."
Zhu An was filled with doubt. Why was he already thinking about the future for him?
No, how could the Crown Prince, just because someone wanted to take Lin Qingwan away, just back down?
The fire was so big that day, even Lin Qingwan's own mother refused to go in to save people, but the Crown Prince said to go in and he did. Even after all that, they still couldn't go any further!
Zhu An suddenly felt very tired.
It's impossible to carry it out; it's simply impossible to carry it out.
Zhao Cong glanced at him and went into the courtyard first.
Shen Xu put his arm around Zhu An's shoulder, looking serious. "You really have your eye on her? Take my advice, be smart, or you'll end up not only losing her but also your job at the Imperial Hospital."
Zhu An said helplessly, "That's not true. I told you the truth last night."
"You didn't say you weren't going to work today and were coming to see people, especially before the Crown Prince arrived."
Zhu An couldn't deny it, "I didn't take advantage of the situation!"
Shen Xu patted him on the shoulder twice, "Have some sense. His Majesty is urging the Crown Prince to marry Miss Tang, and the Crown Prince is unhappy about it."
Zhu An suddenly realized.
No, how could the Crown Prince marry Miss Tang?
"Your Highness!" Zhu An rushed in, his brows furrowed so tightly they looked like twisted ropes. He didn't even notice that Mu Xue had already opened the door, and Lin Qingwan was about to come out to greet the Crown Prince.
He blurted out, "That Miss Tang is rude, spoiled, and jealous!"
"You were forced by His Majesty to marry her, which is tantamount to using the power of the Vice Minister of War to secure your throne. You are asking for help from the Tang family. How can you expect her to ride roughshod over you?"
"Listen to me, Your Majesty, you and Miss Tang are really not... a good match."
When Zhao Cong saw Lin Qingwan come out, her eyes were clear and bright, and his irritable mood improved slightly. But before he could even speak, Zhu An, that scoundrel, started talking nonsense.
Why say anything that could hurt him so badly?
The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Lin Qingwan's calm eyes were slowly obscured by her drooping eyelashes.
Zhao Cong's face turned cold, and he glanced at Zhu An.
Zhu An felt as if that gaze was pressing down on him like Mount Tai, making him forget what he was going to say. He subconsciously took two steps back and said, "Then, this humble subject will not disturb you and Miss Qingwan's conversation."
He forced a smile, but was instantly overwhelmed by the sharpness in Zhao Cong's eyes and lowered his head. "Your Majesty, I will go. Wait outside."
Zhu An ran fast, but he completely ruined the atmosphere between Zhao Cong and Lin Qingwan.
Lin Qingwan personally brewed tea for him, pretending not to have heard what had just been said, "How is Your Highness?"
Zhao Cong said coldly, "He cried during the day and cried at night, saying he dreamed of you and cried again while holding me."
Lin Qingwan's expression hardened slightly. "The Crown Prince has been by the side of His Highness as he grows up. As long as His Highness is by your side, His Highness is happy."
The implication is that children cry and then forget about it, and the man can always soothe them.
Zhao Cong tightened her grip on the teacup; she was determined to leave.
His tone wasn't very pleasant. "Feng'er is persistent, unlike other children. He can like something for a long time and stick to what he wants to do."
"It won't be forgotten in the blink of an eye, and it's even less likely to be replaced by something else."
Lin Qingwan's eyelashes trembled, and her lips were tightly pressed together.
The Crown Prince's mood was off yesterday and today, and the things he said were like riddles for her to decipher.
She mustered her courage and looked up, meeting Zhao Cong's deep, dark eyes. Both of them gasped for breath.
She asked, "So, what does the Crown Prince want me to do?"
Zhao Cong suddenly realized that he didn't know why he had come here or why he had come to see her.
He always thought three steps ahead before acting, and had never had such a moment of mental blankness. Upon realizing this, his gaze tightened, and panic began to creep into his nerves.
With the great revenge achieved, the outcome was sealed.
What's there to panic about?
Upon further consideration, he realized he didn't want to marry a woman from the Tang family. But having a principal wife was just adding another set of dishes to the table. If Feng'er didn't like it, he wouldn't let her bother him; it wasn't a big deal.
Yes, what he hated was being forced by the emperor to marry a woman from the Tang family using the imperial seal.
But this is only temporary. After ascending the throne, he will need at most two years to consolidate military power. At that time, what will the Tang family be?
That's not the reason for the panic.
He walked over without realizing it, his mood remaining low and without much fluctuation.
until···
Yes, until I saw Zhu An.
Then there were the things he said with his foul mouth, and how Lin Qingwan knew he wanted to make a concubine but didn't react at all, not saying a word, as if she hadn't heard a thing.
Thinking of this, Zhao Cong's heart pounded, and he clearly felt his dissatisfaction.
And then... she was unmoved when she heard Feng'er crying, and even said she was leaving!
Something seemed to explode in Zhao Cong's chest, and his gaze sharpened instantly.
Lin Qingwan felt her breath catch in her throat as he stared at her. "I've been thinking all night about what I can do to repay the Crown Prince for saving my life."
Her body was tense, and she knew that the Crown Prince was also not in a good state. It would be a waste of time to talk about it in circles, so she might as well speak frankly.
Zhao Cong put down his teacup, splashing tea onto the back of his hand in the process. "Feng'er has never made any requests of me. So..."
"His needs are something I cannot and do not want to ignore."
Lin Qingwan's hands were clasped tightly beneath her sleeves; this answer seemed both what she expected and what she had anticipated.
Zhao Cong's thick, long eyelashes cast shadows, showing no trace of the panic he had just revealed. "He likes you and wants you to be his mother."
Lin Qingwan scratched the back of her hand with her fingernails and gasped.
Zhao Cong stared intently at her smooth, full forehead. "Can you...not leave the capital?"
The air between the two was so thin it was like a rope about to snap.
She thought the Crown Prince would say...
Thinking of this, Lin Qingwan blushed.
As soon as Zhao Cong spoke, he clenched his fists, giving off a strong aura, but his words carried a hint of pleading.
And that's not what he wanted to ask!
What he meant to say was...
Hiss, the unspoken words of Zhao Cong became like dynamite weighing on his heart again.
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