Jiang Yanwan had felt upset when she heard Jiang Zhenlin's words earlier, but now she felt relieved.
Rong Ma froze, sensing something was wrong. Sure enough, Lin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Jiang Zhenlin gritted his teeth, stepped forward and knocked on the door again, "Qingwan, we've come to take you home."
"Take your anger out on me, and I won't lay a hand on you today, just open the door."
"Lin Qingwan, don't let my anger affect Mother."
"She's already come in person, what more do you want?"
Jiang Zhenlin didn't want to be angry, but the silence without a response was too damn unbearable.
He went from tapping with his fingers to pounding on the door with his fist, yelling, "Tong Di, open the door!"
"What right do you have to prevent her from going home!"
Jiang Zhenlin's anger was gradually provoked by himself. Madam Lin originally wanted Rong Ma to knock on the door, but when she saw the situation, she also had a headache.
Lin Qingwan returned to her room, regretting that she probably wouldn't be able to eat the dumplings she had made with peace of mind.
"Muxue, take the dumplings outside, freeze them, and then wrap them up. Have Guard Tong bring a portion to Mr. Ruan later."
"Yes, Miss."
The knocking grew louder and louder, and the door itself seemed to shake.
Lin Qingwan appeared calm on the surface, but was inwardly agitated. While tidying up the tea set, her arm bumped against the edge of the table, and a sharp pain shot through her wound.
When Tong Di saw blood seeping through her sleeve, he disregarded all etiquette and rushed in, saying, "The wound has reopened."
"Don't move, I'll go get the bandages."
Outside, Jiang Zhenlin's fists were red, but he still didn't make a move.
Seeing this, Jiang Yanwan said, "Mother, this is the Crown Prince's courtyard. A-Lin's impulsive actions..."
Jiang Zhenlin was already barely suppressing his anger, and upon hearing this, he kicked open the courtyard gate.
What Crown Prince, what Prince Jing, she's a member of the Jiang family, and no one can stop her from returning to the Prime Minister's residence!
Madam Lin was startled and ordered, "Quickly go in and stop the young master."
He harbored a habitual resentment towards Lin Qingwan.
Jiang Yanwan also looked anxious, "Qingwan always manages to get others to protect her at all costs. First it was Prince Jing, and now it's the Crown Prince."
Lin's eyes were cold, as if she had made up her mind.
She wanted to marry Lin Qingwan off the capital, otherwise she would risk her life sooner or later!
In the courtyard, Jiang Zhenlin stormed into the house, seething with anger, and saw Lin Qingwan's exposed, snow-white forearm, with Tong Di's fingers gently rubbing her wound...
"you!"
Without saying a word, he rushed up, grabbed Tong Di's collar, and punched him.
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