Gao Wei suddenly felt uneasy because of Prince Jing's attitude, and instructed Jiang Mingting, "No matter what you do, just don't implicate the Minister's Mansion."
The Minister's Mansion is now Jiang Mingting's future, so he said solemnly, "Young Master, rest assured. It would be best if this matter succeeded, but even if it failed, it would be a disgrace to the Jiang family and would have nothing to do with the Minister's Mansion."
After they left, Zhao Yan slowly turned around and smiled at Zhao Cong, who was not far away, "Since when did Fourth Brother also start eavesdropping?"
Lin Qingwan's heart stirred when she saw Prince Jing's smile.
Zhao Cong led her into the pavilion and said in a low voice, "My seventh brother is not as you see him; he cannot be trusted."
Lin Qingwan turned her head, and Zhao Cong's face remained expressionless. "No matter what he promises you or grants you, don't agree to it."
Before she could think further, the two had already entered the pavilion.
Zhao Yan looked at her exquisite features, which were made even more beautiful by the dress, and his eyes welled up with an undisguised impulse. His voice was a little hoarse as he spoke, "No wonder I didn't see you earlier. It turns out you were here with His Highness the Crown Prince."
Lin Qingwan clearly noticed the complicated look in Zhao Yan's eyes. Just as she was about to explain, Zhao Cong said calmly, "Feng'er was bored, so I played with her for a while."
Zhao Yan looked at Lin Qingwan and said, "I have a few words I would like to say to Miss Qingwan."
Seeing that Lin Qingwan didn't object, Zhao Cong left without hesitation, unaware that her eyes followed his retreating figure for a long time.
Until Zhao Yan suddenly leaned closer, lowered his head and sniffed her scent, "The scent of crabapple blossoms."
"It smells wonderful."
Lin Qingwan shuddered and immediately took two steps back. Zhao Yan hooked his fingers around the light gauze of her arm and said in a hoarse voice, "I rarely protect a woman like this."
“Miss Qingwan, the Prime Minister’s residence has treated you badly. Come to my side.”
Lin Qingwan instinctively said, "Your Highness, Miss Jiang is the one..."
"I do not like her."
I like you.
A seductive, deep voice filled Lin Qingwan's ears, causing her breath to catch and her eyelashes to tremble several times. "Jiang Mingyun just said..."
Zhao Yan grabbed her wrist. "I don't care. Just tell me if you're willing or not."
His breath brushed against Lin Qingwan's cheeks, making her ears and cheeks flush crimson. It would be a lie to say she wasn't moved. Leaving that suffocating place, the Prime Minister's residence, was something she couldn't ask for more.
If she marries Prince Jing, wouldn't Jiang Yanwan be furious?
"say."
"Your Highness, I..."
"If you don't speak, I'll kiss you."
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