"Just because you know her preferences, cried a few times by her bedside, and cooked her a few meals?"
"Ruan Tinghuai, don't try to force her with the little bit of kindness she still has for you."
Ruan Tinghuai wanted to explain, to say that they loved each other but had missed a few years, but when faced with Tong Di's questioning, he couldn't say anything.
Similarly, Lin Qingwan was also unsettled as a result.
Mu Xue burned some incense in the room, worried that the Crown Prince and the young prince would feel uncomfortable if they came over and smelled the medicine.
"Is Miss feeling unwell?" Mu Xue asked anxiously when she saw that Miss looked unwell.
Lin Qingwan was indeed having trouble breathing; it felt like a fish out of water was throbbing in her chest. "I'm alright," she said.
Mu Xue knelt down and gently took her hand. "Miss, Mr. Ruan is sincere."
Lin Qingwan's eyelids twitched. "I know. If I really ran away with him, he might be able to bear it for a year or two of hiding from the news. But a lifetime is too long."
She didn't want the only person who cared about her to gradually develop a dislike for her.
Besides, she won't live much longer. It's truly despicable to cause him to abandon everything and die.
Mu Xue's thinking was simple: "Then we won't leave. Guard Tong is willing to protect you, and with the Crown Prince to rely on, we have nothing to fear."
Lin Qingwan was amused by her.
Feng'er's crisp, childlike voice came from behind, "Why don't you just rely on Daddy? Daddy is much more capable than Guard Tong."
Lin Qingwan was startled, and as she turned around, Feng'er threw her into her arms. "My beauty, I've missed you so much!"
"Is your injury healed?"
"Why do you look so pale?"
Feng'er looked her over carefully. "No one else can take good care of you. You should come with my father."
Lin Qingwan was both amused and exasperated. Seeing that Zhao Cong was nowhere to be seen outside, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Your Highness, please don't be so harsh on me. You must never say such things again."
Feng'er wouldn't let her off the hook, looking heartbroken. "Father is a bit older than you, but older people are more caring. Even though he has a dark complexion, he's not a bad person at heart."
"Are you willing?"
Lin Qingwan felt helpless. Was this a matter of whether she wanted to or not?
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