Who is the young prince's birth mother?
Madam Tang and Tang Yun looked at each other, their astonishment mixed with disbelief.
When Zhao Cong brought Feng'er back to the capital, he claimed that Feng'er's birth mother had died in childbirth. The emperor did not pursue the matter further and did not acknowledge Feng'er's birth mother's identity, but at the prince's third birthday banquet, he made Feng'er call him "Grandpa Emperor."
This is troublesome.
The woman's son gained recognition, and the saying "a mother's status rises with her son's" was vividly demonstrated at this moment.
In other words, she gave birth to a son for the Crown Prince, and it is common knowledge that the Crown Prince dotes on the young prince. Now, the Crown Prince has personally admitted that she is the apple of his eye.
Tang Yun has truly become a pawn in the hands of the Tang family and the emperor.
Mrs. Tang could already see the end of her daughter's life.
How can we even argue about this?
Tang Yun blinked in surprise, "Didn't she die in childbirth?"
Zhao Cong's expression hardened, and his imposing manner vanished. Tang Yun shrank back, lowering his eyes, feeling as if his heart was sealed in an ice cave.
"Back then, I didn't have the right to negotiate with my father, so I had to make her suffer."
He said meaningfully, "But things are different now."
"I don't care what the Tang family thinks, nor do I care whether the poisoning incident today is related to the Tang family," Zhao Cong said coldly. "I'm just afraid of frightening her, nothing else."
"But if there is a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless."
His admonition was like a mountain pressing down on her; Madam Tang's heart trembled, and she clenched the handkerchief in her hand.
Tang Yun was about to say something in anger when her mother stopped her.
Madam Tang said, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Your Highness. The Tang family will remember this."
As she emerged from the courtyard, Madam Tang wore a solemn expression.
Tang Yun stamped her foot, "Why is Mother stopping me! I didn't even see that vixen's face."
“The Crown Prince protects her; whatever you do will only make him dislike you,” Madam Tang stated the facts.
Tang Yun didn't care. "So what? I don't ask him to love me."
"But we must never humiliate the Tang family like this!"
Seeing her daughter's temperament, Madam Tang felt increasingly heavy-hearted.
"Yun'er, you must know that whether you become the Crown Princess or the Empress in the future, it will be very difficult to survive in the deep palace without the love and support of your husband."
"Right now, with His Majesty keeping things in check, the Crown Prince is still in a good position with you and the Tang family. But what if His Majesty is no longer here?"
Tang Yun said, "Father holds military power."
Madam Tang: "Do you think the Crown Prince will let the Tang family hold onto this position forever?"
"It's only a matter of time before the Crown Prince consolidates his military power. Your father and I are just trying to use this incident to secure a good outcome for the Tang family."
"So if you marry the Crown Prince, even if you can't make him love you, you absolutely must not make him hate you."
Tang Yun thought of the Crown Prince's gentleness towards that woman, and his coldness towards her and her mother...
Even if she lowered her dignity to please him, would the Crown Prince really not dislike her?
If she can't, then why should she force herself to suffer?
Seeing her mother's anxious face, Tang Yun suppressed her own thoughts and did not respond.
A small courtyard in the east of the city.
The Tang family mother and daughter had been gone for a while, but Lin Qingwan's wrist was still in Zhao Cong's hands.
The two faced each other, each looking down and avoiding eye contact.
Zhao Cong gently massaged her wrist, the sunlight shining on his high, straight nose, making it shimmer like it was dusted with gold powder. His long eyelashes drooped, his cold, handsome features were without a trace of impurity, as if he were truly sorry for hurting her.
Lin Qingwan's breathing was slow and erratic, because there wasn't enough air for her to calm down in such close proximity.
Shen Xu also noticed the pink bubbles, nudged Cang Ying with his shoulder, and whispered, "The Crown Prince's ears are red."
"Miss Qingwan's face and neck turned red."
Cang Ying glanced at him sideways, "It's so sunny, you must be sunburned."
Shen Xu clicked his tongue. "The sun is shining on you too, why aren't you blushing?"
Cang Ying: "..."
You win.
Mu Xue was so excited that she would have jumped up if she hadn't been intimidated by the Crown Prince's majesty!
The calmest one was Qiu Hong. She gave Cang Ying a wink, and the two of them, one pulling Shen Xu and the other pulling Mu Xue, backed away.
"Why are you pulling me!" Shen Xu said, dissatisfied. "I'm waiting for the Crown Prince to say something."
Cang Ying closed her eyes, feeling heartbroken by his stupidity. "Is it any of your business to listen to the Crown Prince's affairs?"
Chen Xu remained silent.
Over there, Mu Xue was also unwilling to give up, "Sister Qiu Hong, if you drag me out, I don't know how Miss will answer the Crown Prince."
Qiu Hong smiled and said, "This is not something you should worry about."
"From now on, Miss must be more careful about her daily life, and we must never let today's incident happen again."
Speaking of this, Mu Xue still felt lingering fear, "Sister Qiu Hong, do you think it really was Tang...?"
Qiu Hong covered her mouth, her eyes filled with caution, "Don't say things you shouldn't say."
Mu Xue nodded vigorously.
In the courtyard.
Lin Qingwan's breathing was uneven, her chest heaving up and down. Several times she wanted to speak, but seeing Zhao Cong's serious expression, she swallowed her words back.
Her wrist didn't actually hurt.
But... the prince seemed to think she was in a lot of pain.
Does she need to make an expression that goes from pain to relief, and then to no pain at all?
Lin Qingwan's mind was in a jumbled mess; she didn't know what to think or what she should think.
After hanging his head down for a long time, his neck started to ache. He raised his neck slightly and saw fine beads of sweat on Zhao Cong's forehead, which had already run down to his eyebrows.
If you go any further down, it will get into your eyes.
Without thinking much of it, she wiped his face with a handkerchief.
Zhao Cong paused, his long eyelashes fluttering. "You..."
His slightly hoarse voice uttered a muffled sound, and Lin Qingwan realized what she had done, her face turning red with embarrassment.
She pulled both hands back simultaneously as if she were a thief, hurriedly putting them behind her back, saying, "Qingwan has overstepped her bounds."
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