The Prime Minister's Residence.
"Young master, stop hitting him! He's already dead."
Caibao looked at Granny Lai's bloody and mangled corpse, and his stomach churned. So he could only persuade her with his mouth, but his body didn't want to move forward at all.
Jiang Zhenlin, blinded by rage, unleashed all the pent-up frustration and anger he had been holding in for so long.
His clothes were covered in blood, and his hands, after exerting too much force, could not straighten his bent thumbs, which hung limply at his sides and trembled.
Caibao ordered the body to be removed, and it took several buckets of water to clean the bloodstains on the ground.
It was getting late.
Two groups of servants who went out to find Lin Qingwan returned, and Jiang Su's voice inside the room grew even deeper.
"Don't come back if you can't find me!"
Lin weakly instructed, "Remember not to make a fuss."
Jiang Yanwan sobbed, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't sent Granny Lai to Ningsi Garden, none of this would have happened."
Lin was probably feeling unwell, and this time she didn't offer any comfort or reassurance.
Jiang Yanwan received no response and saw that Jiang Su's face was not good. She gradually stopped crying and felt an unprecedented unease in her heart.
Jiang Zhenlin watched the servants coming and going, feeling empty and uncomfortable. The image of Lin Qingwan vomiting blood and stumbling away flashed before his eyes. He subconsciously touched the corner of his eye, where the blood had already dried.
Why is she running?!
Do you want something outside that would make them feel guilty or uneasy?
The matter has been clarified; if she didn't poison him, then it wasn't her. Why hold a grudge against anyone?
She ran out in a huff; what kind of noble lady would act so recklessly?
He also thought of Gao Peng, who couldn't forget a mere glimpse of her back, and other powerful figures like Prince Jing...
Jiang Zhenlin frowned. "I'll go out and look for him."
The first place he went to was the stall where he had met Lin Qingwan before.
The vendor, seeing his expensive clothes, menacing expression, and numerous servants behind him, instantly recalled all the wrongdoings of his life. "Sir, you...you want to buy..."
The vendor casually picked up something, looked down at it, and said in a trembling voice, "Want to buy a bamboo dragonfly?"
Jiang Zhenlin suddenly stopped, staring at the vendor's hand, wondering what kind of bamboo dragonfly Lin Qingwan was planning to give him.
But Gao Peng said it was trampled and couldn't be repaired.
Jiang Zhenlin's heart clenched, and he suddenly realized why he was thinking about this. He was immediately furious and kicked over the shelf without hesitation. "Did that girl who asked you to fix the bamboo dragonfly come today?"
The vendor was so frightened that he covered his head and squatted down, saying, "No."
Jiang Zhenlin kicked him to the ground. "Have you thought this through?! Do you know who I'm talking about?"
The vendor's answer surprised him quite a bit: "I know. The girl in blue last time was as beautiful as an angel. A young master asked me about her several times before."
"So I remember."
Before Jiang Zhenlin could lash out again, the vendor hurriedly said, "But I saw that lady from afar today. She looked very unwell, walking unsteadily. I greeted her, but she didn't hear me."
Jiang Zhenlin grabbed the other man by the collar and asked through gritted teeth, "Where is he?"
The vendor pointed to the inn at the very front, "Later, a young nobleman helped her to that inn."
Young master?
Jiang Zhenlin's hand was still stained with blood as he slammed his fist on the nearby shelf, yelling, "Damn it!"
After a long while, the vendor finally let go of his arms that were covering his head. Looking at Jiang Zhenlin's furious back, he wondered if the nobleman holding the child today was not the young lady's husband.
Otherwise, why would this young master Vulcan have such a murderous look on his face?
Inn.
Lin Qingwan is not a picky eater; she finished a bowl of shredded chicken noodles, two plates of vegetables, and a plate of beef.
Zhao Cong had two more plates of snacks brought over, and the child in his arms woke up, complaining that he was hungry.
He took a piece of pastry, and the child rubbed his sleepy eyes, pointed at Lin Qingwan, and said, "I want her to feed me."
Zhao Cong raised an eyebrow.
Lin Qingwan met the child's clear eyes, her heart softened, she hurriedly swallowed the pastry in her mouth, and patted the crumbs off her clothes, as if she was prepared.
The adults saved her and provided her with food and drink; it's only right that they help take care of her child.
Zhao Cong didn't even blink, and said to the child, "Take a plate and eat it next door."
The child blinked and was about to cry, “Father wants a beauty to accompany him, but won’t let the beauty feed Feng’er.”
The child pouted angrily, then suddenly yelled at Zhao Cong, "Wah..."
She can cry on cue.
"If Father keeps doing this, Feng'er will call you Uncle!"
Zhao Cong's eye twitched, and just as he was about to say something, Lin Qingwan took the initiative to bring the pastry to Feng'er's lips. Her fingers were slender, with slightly red fingertips, feeling as soft as a child's face.
Zhao Cong was stunned for a moment, then saw the little guy take a bite of the pastry from her hand and burst into laughter through his tears. Then he kicked his chest with his little feet and snuggled into Lin Qingwan's arms.
Zhao Cong grabbed Feng'er's ankle with his large hand, his expression sharp, "Try moving again."
Not only Feng'er, but Lin Qingwan also dared not move.
His voice wasn't fierce at all, but it had a thunderous quality that made people want to kneel down before him.
Zhao Cong stared at two pairs of round, bright eyes, looking so innocent... as if he had done something to wrong them.
He clicked his tongue lightly, then called Cangying to take the child away. For a moment, the room was so quiet that you could hear someone breathing.
Zhao Cong spoke first, "Not eating anymore?"
Lin Qingwan lowered her head and said, "I'm full."
"I'll pack two portions for you to take away later." He paused for a moment. "Where are you going?"
After eating and drinking her fill, Lin Qingwan's previous grievances no longer felt so unbearable. She gave a bitter smile and thought to herself, where else could she go besides the Prime Minister's residence? Her next place of resettlement... if things were going well, it would be the Jiang family's ancestral graves; if things weren't going well, it would be a mass grave.
Bah, bah, bah! If she becomes a wandering ghost, she'll drag Jiang Yanwan down with her!
One second he looked dejected, the next he broke into a dry, bright laugh, "I won't run around like that anymore."
"After all, it's not good to be found dead in the street; it would bring shame to the Prime Minister's residence."
Zhao Cong looked at her for a moment, a faint light appearing in his eyes. She seemed to have a good outlook.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
He didn't know what he was thinking. The promise of a crown prince was extremely precious, but once the words were spoken, there was no reason to take them back.
Lin Qingwan thought he would at least ask her why she ran away, or advise her to go back sooner.
But he didn't ask anything, yet he was generous with his help.
Of all the people Lin Qingwan knew, apart from her husband, only this man made her feel less oppressed and suffocated.
She bowed respectfully and said, "No."
"I..." she began, her thumb tapping her index finger nervously, "May I ask how you are addressed, sir?"
I finally mustered up the courage to ask, but was interrupted by the noise from downstairs.
"Which room is the person in?"
"Once I find you, your inn will be shut down!"
"Who brought her here! Block the back door for me. If I don't beat him to death today, I'll take his surname."
Jiang Zhenlin's face turned pale. How dare he take advantage of the Prime Minister's daughter! He's asking for death!
It's all Lin Qingwan's fault! Why did she run away? She just went with any man she saw. Is she out of her mind?
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