Jiang Yanwan smiled outwardly, but her heart tightened.
No matter how shameful Lin Qingwan's deeds were, the word "blood" was enough to protect her for life. If it were me who was having an affair today, would my father and mother still side with me?
Jiang Yanwan dared not think about it.
Just as I was feeling down, the housekeeper said that the old lady and the second lady had arrived again.
A small courtyard in the east of the city.
It was past midnight, and Feng'er still hadn't seen Zhao Cong.
Lin Qingwan coaxed him to eat a few pieces of jujube cake, but he fell to the ground before finishing the last piece and fell asleep on her shoulder.
"When Father comes, remember to call me," he murmured.
Lin Qingwan patted his back, "It's cold in the corridor, shall I take you back inside to sleep for a while?"
Feng'er whimpered, "No."
"Wait, wait for Father."
The eunuch, worried that he would catch a cold, looked to Lin Qingwan for help.
She understood all too well how a child longs for their parents; they wouldn't leave even if it meant being shattered to pieces.
"Bring me a quilt so I can wrap the little prince in it. And please set up two braziers."
The eunuch worried, "What if the young prince catches a cold..."
Lin Qingwan said, "I'll take the blame."
The eunuch blushed. "That's not what I meant."
Lin Qingwan smiled gently, "I know, go and prepare."
After the palace banquet, Zhao Cong was summoned by the emperor to the Nuanxin Pavilion for a short talk. It was already late when he left the palace, and in a few hours he would have to prepare for the ancestral worship and prayer.
"Let's go to the courtyard, and I can have something to eat with Feng'er." Zhao Cong took the reins from the guard and mounted his horse.
This will save some time. I hope Feng'er didn't wait in disappointment or make a fuss because she was too sleepy.
Zhao Cong arrived quickly, his clothes covered in frost, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw all the light focused on Lin Qingwan.
She was wrapped in a thick quilt, her cheek pressed against Feng'er's shoulder, patting Feng'er's back lightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Zhao Cong's heart suddenly sank a little.
When Lin Qingwan saw him, her eyes flickered, and she was about to get up when he strode over and gestured for her to be quiet. His usually deep and cold eyes now seemed to be tinged with stars, the light shimmering and gentle.
Lin Qingwan's body stiffened, and she quickly lowered her eyelashes.
Then I smelled the faint scent of angelica on the prince, which had been carried away by the cold wind.
Zhao Cong bent down, the tassels at his temple brushing against Lin Qingwan's hand, sending a tingling sensation through her. He whispered, "How long have you been sleeping?"
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