If in the previous life I had not insisted on marrying Song Zhiqing, allowing him and Ling Chuchu to be together, perhaps the subsequent disaster would not have happened.
Ling Feng suddenly turned cold, with a slightly complicated look on his face.
"I remember my sister told me that she liked the prince very much." Ling Qingwan added casually.
"Do you really think so?" Ling Feng asked suspiciously.
You know, if she enters the Prince's Mansion, Ling Qingwan will become the Crown Princess, which is much more valuable than the second lady of the Marquis' Mansion. If everything goes well, Song Zhiqing will become the emperor in the future, and she may be able to become the Queen. With such a great benefit, Ling Feng doesn't believe that Ling Qingwan will not be tempted.
"Seriously." Ling Qingwan didn't even think about it and her attitude was very firm.
After Song Zhiqing's betrayal in her previous life, Ling Qingwan had lost interest in love affairs. As long as she didn't marry Song Zhiqing, it didn't matter to her who she married or whether she would never marry.
Even if I marry Wei Xun, it doesn't matter if I know I will become a widow...
That night, just as Ling Qingwan was about to fall asleep, a man climbed in through the window and trotted to the bed.
Wei Yi was dressed in black, and it was impossible to see him clearly in the dark. Ling Qingwan was carried by him like a bag of rice, all the way from the Marquis's residence to the Prince's residence.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, Ling Qingwan felt like she was stepping on cotton, so soft that she took a moment to stand still.
Wei Xun was wearing silver-white casual clothes and standing in front of the table drawing.
He painted a whole tree of plum blossoms facing the bare branches outside the window.
"I didn't expect you to be so good at painting." Ling Qingwan put her hands behind her back and pretended to appreciate Wei Xun's paintings.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Ling Qingwan finished speaking, Wei Xun crumpled up the painting and threw it into the trash can.
…
Wei Xun really has the ability to make people embarrassed instantly. Ling Qingwan touched her nose with her hand and pretended that she had not said anything just now.
"Come on." Wei Xun walked around the desk, took a few steps, and then sat on the couch. His movements were so familiar that Ling Qingwan almost didn't react.
Ling Qingwan took a few steps towards Wei Xun.
She didn't know why she took on this hot potato. If she could finally cure Wei Xun's poison, it would be fine. If she couldn't, given Wei Xun's temper, he would most likely kill her to silence her.
Besides, if the poison cannot be cured within ten days or half a month, she will have to think about it wherever she goes in the future. Ling Qingwan stared at Wei Xun's profile, thinking that she had been connected to him unknowingly, and felt a little dazed.
Wei Xun had already prepared a medicine box with all the tools and herbs, which saved Ling Qingwan a lot of worry. She opened the sheepskin needle felt, took out dozens of silver needles, and pierced Wei Xun's body one by one.
The stove was emitting white smoke, and Wei Xun had taken off half of his clothes, revealing his upper body. He had practiced martial arts for many years and had a sturdy figure, which could not be seen through his clothes.
Ling Qingwan swallowed unconsciously.
Help, who doesn't love handsome men! In her previous life, she fell in love with Song Zhiqing at first sight, and she was attracted by his face at first. Ling Qingwan regretted that she only had Song Zhiqing in her eyes and heart at the beginning, but she didn't realize that there was a beauty like Wei Xun in Dayue.
If Ling Qingwan were asked to make another evaluation, Wei Xun should be more handsome than Song Zhiqing.
"What are you doing?" Wei Xun sensed something strange about the person behind him, and turned his head to look at him in confusion.
"No... nothing!" Ling Qingwan pulled her sleeves and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth. She collected her thoughts and continued to help Wei Xun heal his wounds.
There was a scar on Wei Xun's chest, which was eight or nine centimeters long and looked shocking. When inserting the needle, Ling Qingwan's hand accidentally touched the scar and subconsciously withdrew it.
This should be an accidental injury on the battlefield, Ling Qingwan thought, moving her eyes away from the scar.
Suddenly, before Ling Qingwan could come back to her senses, Wei Xun grabbed her hand. Ling Qingwan lost her balance and fell heavily on Wei Xun. Just as she was about to scream, Wei Xun covered her mouth and quickly turned over.
Only then did Ling Qingwan realize that the couch in Wei Xun's room actually had two sides, the upper and lower sides. The two of them were now lying on the lower side, and the upper side was where they had just been.
The place was narrow and dim, so Ling Qingwan and Wei Xun could only squeeze together. She sniffed and smelled the faint scent of sandalwood on Wei Xun.
This smell is exactly the same as the one I smelled on Jinrong Mountain that night! Ling Qingwan was shocked and stared at Wei Xun with wide eyes.
In the dark night, Ling Qingwan blinked her eyes, her swollen pupils as if filled with bright starlight.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Xun turned over again and the two returned to their original positions.
"Your Majesty!"
When Wei Yi and Wei Shi pushed the door open, they saw their own prince and Ling Qingwan hugging each other in dishevel.
The two were stunned, then quickly reacted and hurriedly retreated.
"Come in." Wei Xun stood up and put on his clothes slowly. His good attitude made Ling Qingwan dumbfounded.
For a moment, Ling Qingwan felt that she was very much like the concubine that Wei Xun secretly kept outside.
Wei Yi and Wei Shi looked at Ling Qingwan awkwardly, then followed Wei Xun to the desk. Ling Qingwan hurriedly packed her things, holding the medicine box, at a loss.
She couldn't go out now. After all, she didn't take the usual route to get here. If someone found her coming out of the prince's mansion in the middle of the night, she would be in trouble even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Therefore, Ling Qingwan had to let Wei Xun's guards carry her back.
…From this perspective, she looks more like Wei Xun’s lover.
"Have you found out?" Wei Xun asked.
"In reply to your Highness, the people have been dealt with." Wei Yi responded. "It's just that those people are very tight-lipped and refuse to reveal who is behind them."
"I think the assassins just now might be from the same group of people." Wei Shi agreed.
Ling Qingwan looked around. This assassin was not after money, but Wei Xun's life? Thinking of this, Ling Qingwan shuddered.
What kind of life does Wei Xun live all day long? He is either being hunted by assassins or poisoned. There is always someone who wants to kill him.
After that, Wei Yi and Wei Shi's voices became quieter and quieter, and Ling Qingwan could no longer hear what they were saying. Ling Qingwan didn't care anyway.
The more you know, the faster you die. Ling Qingwan knows this well. In order to save her life, she would rather never save Wei Xun. This way, she will not be targeted by Wei Xun.
But Wei Xun also saved her.
With a myriad of thoughts in her mind, Ling Qingwan felt so upset that she simply propped her head up with one hand and took a nap.
She was supposed to be asleep.
When Ling Qingwan woke up, it was already early morning of the next day.
It was dawn outside, and Ling Qingwan opened her eyes. The scene before her was all too familiar. This was Iris Pavilion, where she lived.
"Is Wanwan awake?"
Ling Qingwan vaguely heard Ling Xiao's voice coming through the door.
"I'm awake!" Ling Qingwan answered loudly.
She couldn't wait to confirm that she wasn't dreaming and that this was really the Marquis' Mansion. As for how she got back last night, Ling Qingwan couldn't remember a thing.
Ling Xiao pushed the door open and walked in, holding a basket of candied sweets and glutinous rice cakes in his hand.