The white-clad man was followed by a guard who hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and bowing respectfully to Zhao Canchen, saying softly, "The princess often mentions you."
Listening from the side, Lin Yajun suddenly realized that this elegant and exceptionally handsome man in white was actually the current imperial son-in-law!
She couldn't help but take a few more curious glances. When she noticed that the prince consort had turned his head and looked at Zhao Canchen with extremely cold eyes and an expression that made no attempt to hide his disgust, all her goodwill towards this prince consort vanished instantly.
"So what if you're handsome?" Lin Yajun cursed inwardly. Her first impression of this prince consort was absolutely terrible. Not only that, she silently categorized him as one of the most disliked people, just like Lin Daoqing.
In stark contrast to Lin Yajun's reaction, Zhao Canchen seemed to have long been accustomed to the prince consort's attitude, and he did not take the prince consort's indifference to heart at all.
Zhao Canchen turned his head nonchalantly, turned his gaze to the guard, and asked with concern, "How has Your Highness been lately?"
The guard was clearly taken aback by Zhao Canchen's sudden question. He paused for a moment, then quickly smiled and nodded, replying, "Her Highness the Princess is well, but she..."
Before the guard could finish speaking, the prince consort suddenly turned around, glared fiercely at the guard, and then shouted angrily, "Too much nonsense! If you don't want to come, get out!"
The guard was so frightened by the prince consort's sudden roar that his face turned pale and his whole body trembled. He didn't even dare to finish his sentence, let alone say another word to Zhao Canchen.
His body seemed to be propelled by an invisible force, like a startled rabbit, his steps were hurried and flustered, taking two steps at a time.
Zhao Canchen watched helplessly as the guard hurriedly followed the prince consort as if avoiding a plague, not even daring to finish a sentence. His mood instantly plummeted, and he stood there dejectedly.
Just then, a group of men walked out of the brothel.
They gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing, seemingly in a very pleasant mood. But when their eyes fell on Zhao Canchen standing at the door, they were all stunned, their faces showing astonishment.
However, this shock was only momentary. Then, as if by prior agreement, they ignored Zhao Canchen and walked right past him without stopping to greet him or say a word.
Lin Yajun stood aside and watched all of this.
She noticed that the men were all dressed very elegantly, clearly indicating they were either wealthy or noble, possibly even royalty. She couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhao Canchen; he hadn't done anything wrong, yet he had to suffer such coldness and disdain.
Lin Yajun turned around and her gaze fell on Zhao Canchen.
She noticed that he had his head down, his face filled with a deep sense of frustration and helplessness, as if being ignored was a common occurrence for him.
Lin Yajun felt a surge of sympathy. She quickly walked to Zhao Canchen's side and said softly, "Let's go back. I'll make you some fried chicken."
Zhao Canchen looked up when he heard Lin Yajun's words, his gaze met hers for a moment, and then he quickly looked down again.
He responded in a muffled voice, "Mm." Then, as if carrying a heavy burden, he slowly walked forward with heavy steps.
Lin Yajun stayed close to him, comforting him, "Don't let those people's attitude affect your mood. They are just short-sighted and rude people. Don't take their opinions too seriously."
Zhao Canchen sighed helplessly, his voice revealing a hint of weariness: "Sigh, I know I may not be very likable, and many people treat me this way."
Lin Yajun teased in a lighthearted and humorous tone, "Hey, Young Master Zhao, you're not a gold ingot, how can you expect everyone to like you?"
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Actually, as long as you like yourself and have people who genuinely care about you like you back, that's enough!"
Zhao Canchen looked at Lin Yajun with some surprise after hearing her words. He never expected that this girl, who was a year younger than him, could see things so clearly.
At this moment, Lin Songhao, who had been silent all along, suddenly interjected, "I like Young Master Zhao very much. Not only are you handsome, but you are also so knowledgeable!"
Zhao Canchen's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his gaze turned to Lin Yajun.
Lin Yajun seemed to understand his gaze, smiled slightly, and said softly, "I also like Young Master Zhao." As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a little ambiguous, as if she were confessing her feelings, so she quickly added, "Not just me, my whole family likes you very much!"
Zhao Canchen smiled slightly, revealing two shallow dimples. He murmured softly, "'As long as you like yourself, and the people who are good to you like you back, that's enough. I don't care whether other people like you or not.'"
Lin Yajun nodded in agreement and said, "That's exactly right."
She thought for a moment, then turned to Zhao Canchen and Lin Songhao, and continued, "People are often most exposed to their true nature when they are in dire straits. We must remember the ugly faces of these wicked people and never forgive them easily!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Songhao tilted his large head and asked in confusion, "Sister, isn't it a bit much to hold a grudge like this?"
Lin Yajun patiently explained, "Brother Hao, this isn't about holding a grudge, but about remembering those ugly faces and vile behaviors. Only in this way will you avoid being bullied by others again."
Lin Songhao still seemed a little confused, but he nodded obediently and said, "I will listen to everything my sister says."
Zhao Canchen understood the deeper meaning behind Lin Yajun's words: repay injustice with justice, and repay kindness with kindness!
On the bustling street, two well-dressed and dignified young men, accompanied by several imposing guards, swaggered toward the brothel.
These two young masters, one with a long, rectangular face and a gloomy expression, the other with a monkey-like face and shifty eyes, both showed contemptuous sneers on their faces when they saw Zhao Canchen from afar.
The man with the rectangular face spoke first, his voice full of disdain: "Birds of a feather flock together, you know. Lowly people like to hang out with other lowly people."
The monkey-faced man quickly chimed in, agreeing, "That's right, they're just our lowly kind!"
After saying that, the two looked at each other and then burst into wild laughter.
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