Logically and emotionally, Lin Qingwan should be willing; even if she didn't dance with joy, she should at least be beaming with delight.
This is a wonderful thing that every woman in the world would love.
Many scenarios of expressing gratitude flashed through her mind, but she couldn't come up with any of them.
The Crown Prince wanted to make the young prince happy, and the young prince enjoyed being taken care of by her.
Furthermore, the Crown Prince was forced to marry a woman from the Tang family. He was dissatisfied with the Emperor's arrangement and did not like Tang Yun, so today's scene was his rebuttal.
Lin Qingwan lowered her head and looked expressionless. "I'm not unwilling."
"It is Qingwan's good fortune to be able to serve the Crown Prince."
Zhao Cong disliked hearing such flattery coming from her mouth, and frowned, saying, "You've never been anyone's darling, have you?"
Lin Qingwan sensed a hint of sarcasm in her voice and shook her head helplessly.
Who is she the apple of someone's eye? She was only ever the tip of a knife for her adoptive mother and biological mother.
Zhao Cong, without anyone noticing, adopted a composed and eloquent demeanor, saying, "From now on, there will be no Lin Qingwan of the Jiang family in this world, only Feng'er's birth mother, Wan'er."
"I remember, you are the orphan girl who saved my life at the border, you stayed by my side day and night, through thick and thin, and I pledged my life to you there. And you…"
Zhao Cong had never been intimate with a woman before, nor had he ever said anything sweet to her. He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, "You also had a child with me, Feng'er."
"My love for you is deep and profound..." He couldn't finish his sentence, "In short, you are the only one in my heart."
"That's what you call the apple of your eye, understand?"
Lin Qingwan nodded politely, then, fearlessly added, "It sounds like His Highness the Crown Prince is very experienced."
The cause, process, and outcome of the story are so logically constructed that it rivals the storytelling in a teahouse.
If she hadn't known that Feng'er wasn't his biological son, she would have believed it.
Zhao Cong paused for a moment, then turned his face away. "Anyway, you can't continue to interact with me like this."
Lin Qingwan could only ask, "Then how should we get along?"
Zhao Cong took a deep breath. He usually seemed quite intelligent, so why did he have to teach her this? He wasn't a woman!
"I have other matters to attend to; let Cangying teach you."
Lin Qingwan bowed respectfully, "Yes."
She figured it should be easier to learn than the rules of the Prime Minister's residence.
She soon learned what it meant to be the apple of someone's eye. It was indeed not difficult, but... it was too difficult for her to do.
It was rare for her to want to cry.
Cang Ying succinctly stated, "The heart of the child is not determined by you and the Crown Prince, but by what others say."
"How can you make others think that you are the Crown Prince's darling?" Cang Ying asked, her fingers delicate and her voice soft, seemingly more experienced than the palace's tutors.
Lin Qingwan honestly feigned ignorance and respectfully asked for guidance, "Please enlighten me, Father-in-law."
Cang Ying waved her whisk, "Today, the Crown Prince revealed your identity in front of Miss Tang, and soon the entire capital will know. In particular, the Crown Prince was very gentle with you today, both in his words and actions, which is different from the cold and aloof demeanor he usually presents to others."
"But this only shows that the Crown Prince likes you, after all, you are the little prince's birth mother."
"However, a man may like many people in his life, and be surrounded by countless beauties, but there is only so much space in his heart, and he can only hold one person."
"Whoever is in that position is the winner."
Lin Qingwan's eyes twitched. "The Crown Prince's move is just a delaying tactic."
Cang Ying said seriously, "If you take it as fake, then others won't see it as real either."
Lin Qingwan was speechless.
“As the winner, you can be arrogant because of the favor. So what if Tang Yun is the principal wife? Whoever wins the Crown Prince's heart is the master.” Cang Ying’s eyes were firm. “Therefore, when you see Miss Tang in the future, you must show your attitude.”
"Even if you offend her, don't be afraid. Because the Crown Prince only loves you."
Lin Qingwan swallowed hard, spending most of the day processing Cang Ying's words.
Seeing that she had no appetite, Mu Xue said, "Miss, this is a wonderful thing. Why are you so worried?"
Qiu Hong chuckled, "Miss needs to adjust to her new identity. Take your time, there's no rush."
Lin Qingwan forced a smile. "For the past fifteen years, I've been disliked. There's almost no one who finds me agreeable. I always do the opposite of what people want. To suddenly ask me to be gentle and tender, and even more so, the one deeply in love with the Crown Prince, is truly..."
"The challenge of surviving is getting harder and harder each time."
Most importantly, the deadly poison in her body has been well controlled. Not only is she alive, but it seems she can now live a life of luxury and wealth.
The only difficulty is feeling guilty.
Mu Xue smiled, "The Crown Prince has always been very good to you. You just need to be grateful to him."
Qiu Hong also laughed, "Don't think too much. Even if you can't do it in a short time, isn't there still the Crown Prince? Miss Tang was so jealous of what happened today."
Lin Qingwan's heart suddenly raced when she thought of Zhao Cong massaging her wrist.
The Eastern Palace.
Zhao Cong had no interest in reading the memorials; his mind was filled with Lin Qingwan's innocent-looking question about how they should get along in the future.
Just thinking about it made him unconsciously press his hand to his chest, because his heart was beating erratically.
"Father!"
Feng'er still rushed straight into his arms.
The kid was fast; if Zhao Cong were any older, he would have been knocked down and coughed.
Feng'er grabbed his clothes and smelled them, looking completely satisfied.
Zhao Cong's expression stiffened slightly as he recalled Cang Ying's words from last time. He pulled Feng'er out of his arms by the back of her clothes and asked, "What are you doing! Isn't the milk you drink every night enough?"
Speaking of this, Feng'er was in a dilemma, "Can we not drink milk?"
Zhao Cong felt a tightness in his chest. If he didn't drink milk, what else could he drink? He didn't have any milk!
"no."
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