Zhao Cong let out a soft hum, "Fine, I'll hold you then."
Cang Ying quietly withdrew.
Zhao Cong gently patted the child's back before turning around to look down at Lin Qingwan.
The water surface was covered with all kinds of medicinal herbs, and the heat made her skin red. Her eyelashes, like butterfly wings wet with rain, fluttered, and water droplets were clearly visible.
A few herbs clung to her collarbone, and water droplets dripped into the water along the texture of the herbs, ripples pushing aside the floating herbs and revealing glimpses of snow-white beneath.
Zhao Cong felt as if the water droplets were falling on him, and his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly. Then he turned his back and asked, "Are you sure you want to talk to me while you're soaking in the water?"
Lin Qingwan snapped back to reality, her skin, already red from the smoke, felt a burning sensation again, and her ears looked like they were about to bleed.
Her dress was stained with blood, but it was still relatively neat. Even if it wasn't neat, wearing something was better than not wearing anything at all.
After she composed herself, her thoughts gradually calmed down.
In Shuiyuan Town, if he hadn't appeared in time, he would have been sold to an old man by the Cheng family. This time, if it weren't for him, he might have really died in the street.
She knelt down respectfully and said, "Thank you, sir, for saving my life."
Zhao Cong changed his holding position, letting the little guy lie horizontally on the inside of his forearm, his large hand supporting the back of his head. He looked very casual, but because of his height and long arms, he felt very safe.
"If you were to collapse in someone's arms on the street, coughing up blood, and you were delayed by even a second, the officials would be catching up with you."
Lin Qingwan said helplessly, "I'm sorry. I was... out of my mind at the time, it wasn't intentional."
"Of course you didn't mean it, otherwise you wouldn't be alive to speak with me now."
Hearing this tone, Lin Qingwan felt a little dejected and didn't reply.
"He ran away after being poisoned, intending to die a violent death in the street?"
These words were not actually spoken with emotion; it was only because Lin Qingwan felt so wronged and resentful that her nose started to sting. "The poison was forced upon me by the Cheng family."
"She was afraid that my return to the Prime Minister's residence would hinder her daughter's wealth and honor."
Zhao Cong did not respond. "Has the Prime Minister's residence treated you badly?"
Lin Qingwan's mind was filled with images of everything that had happened since her return, like a boulder pressing on her chest. She had indeed considered dying outside the Prime Minister's residence after running away, hoping to end it all.
But now I wonder why I should die.
Her expression suddenly relaxed, and she lazily curled her lips, "I wasn't good to them either."
Zhao Cong's gaze paused for a moment, a barely perceptible smile curving his eyes. He was about to say something when he suddenly heard Lin Qingwan's stomach rumble...
She lowered her head even further and covered her stomach with her hands, as if that would stop it.
"Cang Ying, bring in some food."
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