The mistress is reborn, no one who bullies me can escape

At the moment Xue Qing'er turned and left, Zhao Yuxuan suddenly appeared silently like a ghost.

His eyes, which used to be as deep as a lake, were now gleaming with an unconcealable light of unwillingness. This emotion was like a blazing flame, rising and spreading in his heart.

However, he used his strong willpower to suppress the flame fiercely, not letting it leak out at all. At this moment, he was like a ferocious beast in prison. Although his heart was filled with endless anger and reluctance, he was powerless because he was imprisoned and could only endure it all silently.

Although deep down in his heart, there was a strong desire driving him to chase the figure that was gradually going away, but after a fierce ideological struggle, reason prevailed. His feet seemed to be cast by magic, deeply rooted in the ground, unable to move. In this way, he could only helplessly watch Xue Qing'er walk farther and farther away until she disappeared from his sight.

Wang, who was standing aside and witnessing the whole process, suddenly felt a piercing chill rising up her spine and quickly spreading throughout her body.

She couldn't help but feel her scalp tingling, and an inexplicable fear enveloped her. She began to wonder: Could it be that Xue Jinhua already knew everything that had just happened here? When she thought of this, she became restless, as if a heavy stone was hanging in her heart, pressing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.

"In my opinion, since the Crown Princess can go alone, there is no need for Yuxuan to accompany her. Besides, dawn is about to break, so let's quickly prepare for burning incense!" Wang said calmly, trying to change the subject.

"Mother, you are absolutely right. We must not let trivial matters delay our work." Xue Jinhua's response was as calm as water, without any ripples. Her tone was so calm that one could hardly feel the emotion contained in it, as if she didn't care about what had just happened. However, when she lowered her eyes slightly, the slight sarcasm that was revealed at that moment was just covered by her thick eyelashes, and no one could notice it.

Wang was slightly relieved, but at the same time, her worries grew heavier. She really couldn't figure out how much Xue Jinhua knew. If she knew nothing about it, it would be fine; but if she knew everything, how could she act so calm?

"My Lord, it's getting late." At this time, Xue Jinhua reminded him softly, "Even if we are going to worship the Buddha, we should pay attention to our manners."

Zhao Yuxuan has always attached great importance to his appearance, to the point of being almost obsessed.

The reason is simple: apart from this appearance, he really can't find anything else worth bragging about.

It was precisely this strong sense of superiority created by his appearance and family background that gradually caused him to develop a character that was arrogant and looked down on others, and he was even more dismissive of those women who were attentive and flattering to him.

However, at this moment, every word Xue Jinhua said seemed to turn into gusts of biting cold wind, carrying a hint of chill, like an extremely sharp sword stabbing straight at him.

In an instant, his face, which had originally turned red with anger, became extremely hideous and distorted. The cold wind blew across his cheeks, like a basin of cold water poured over his head, instantly restoring some of his rationality.

At this moment, he felt as if he was squatting naked in the toilet, and the dilapidated toilet suddenly collapsed, surrounded by a crowd of people watching. What's worse, among this group of people was the person he hated the most, who saw his miserable appearance.

At this point, the last line of defense deep in his heart finally collapsed and fell apart.

"Ah ah ah..."

Zhao Yuxuan let out a desperate and painful roar, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

He tried to explain, but found that he couldn't find the right words. The feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart like a tide. At this time, Xue Jinhua's figure had disappeared without a trace, as if she had never appeared.

The screams echoed in the air, startling Sakura, who was standing beside her, so much that she got goose bumps all over her body.

"Miss, the Marquis...he looks very sad."

She had been in the Marquis' Mansion for so many years, but this was the first time she saw the Marquis lose his composure, so angry and embarrassed. Seeing this usually arrogant man in front of her now in this state, Yinghua couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in her heart.

However, Xue Jinhua seemed exceptionally calm.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "Don't worry! He will be fine." She didn't seem to have much sympathy for the pain Zhao Yuxuan was suffering at the moment. After all, all this was his own fault.

"It's just that his hypocritical exterior was exposed, and his so-called self-esteem was slightly hurt. Can he be so sad that he dies?" Xue Jinhua said lightly.

In her opinion, only when a person abandons his face and no longer cares about the opinions of others can he truly show his true face.

It would be too merciful to retaliate against the evil deeds committed by the Zhao family in such a simple way.

She wanted to make them pay a heavier price, torture them slowly, and let them experience firsthand what it felt like to live a life worse than death.

"Miss, the Crown Prince's Consort is too cheap. What if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince really takes a fancy to her, then she will be able to turn her life around, won't she?" Sakura mentioned worriedly that the Crown Prince's Consort might turn a disaster into a blessing, gain the favor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and thus turn her life around.

The woman couldn't help but sneer: "Just her? She wants to get close to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? She is just dreaming!"

"Miss, why are you so sure?" Sakura asked curiously, with a gleam in her eyes.

Xue Jinhua looked up at the azure blue sky, revealing a mysterious smile. "It doesn't matter how sure I am. You just have to wait and see! Even if the Xue family personally came out, they can't save her."

......

At the same time, in the prince's room, Xue Qing'er was doing her best to show her most charming charm.

She knew very well that what men loved most was women bowing down to them and kneeling at their feet.

So she carefully selected a fine white satin dress. This gorgeous dress perfectly outlined her delicate and slender figure, making her look particularly charming; and her cleverly controlled expression, coupled with the crystal tears that had not yet fallen, further interpreted the beauty of weakness. Such a lovable posture, even the hardest-hearted man would probably be moved with sympathy.

"Your Highness..."

Xue Qing'er called out in a voice so soft that it seemed to melt people's hearts, and her voice was filled with endless gentleness and tenderness. However, this call made the prince frown slightly unconsciously.

"Did you write this Buddhist scripture?" He simply glanced at her, without his gaze lingering on her for long, and then handed the Buddhist scripture in his hand to the servant beside him.

Xue Qing'er couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and thought to herself: I thought that with this carefully dressed outfit today, I would be able to arouse the Crown Prince's sympathy.

When his ardent gaze fell on her, perhaps she would be able to find a chance to communicate with him further. However, the situation at this moment was far beyond her initial expectations.

Looking at the page of Buddhist scriptures that the guard handed over respectfully, Xue Qing'er frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes. The Buddhist scripture in front of her was obviously not written by her. But why... the handwriting in it was so familiar? What special meaning did it have?

His Royal Highness summoned me here because of the handwriting on it. Could it be that he wanted to find out the owner behind the handwriting? Thinking of this, Xue Qing'er's heart tightened. She hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, this is written by me personally. If I can use this to pray for your Highness, it would be a great honor for me."

The Crown Prince, who had always been expressionless, finally showed some emotion at this moment, but he only said in a calm tone, "Someone, go and send the Crown Prince's Consort back to Prince Zhuang's mansion."

Hearing this, Xue Qing'er stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning, with a look of disbelief on her face. This was totally different from the scene she had imagined in her mind!

Shouldn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince have summoned me to express his gratitude to me? Why did he send me away so hastily?

The face, which was originally bloodless and as pale as paper, now looked as if covered by frost. It became extremely pale without a trace of blood.

The opportunity for a turnaround that I have been looking forward to and waiting for is now within reach. Am I really going to watch it slip through my fingers?

Xue Qing'er tightly grasped the thin clothes on her body, her heart filled with extreme unwillingness and reluctance. When the guard approached her step by step, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes firm and resolute, looking straight ahead without fear.

"Your Highness, regarding the passing of the note that day, I was forced to do so... However, I hope Your Highness will not take it to heart. It is my honor to have the opportunity to save Your Highness from danger." After saying this, she pretended to stand up and walk out...

At this moment, a clear and slightly chilling voice suddenly rang out: "Stop."

This voice was like a stream of clear spring water, instantly penetrating the dull and depressing atmosphere around them, and ignited a faint ray of hope in Xue Qing'er's heart.

The extremely distinguished Crown Prince was sitting there leisurely, holding a cup of steaming hot tea in his hand. After taking a sip, he asked slowly and casually, "I wonder how the Crown Prince's wife knew that the Crown Prince was staying in the West Wing?"

Hearing the question from His Royal Highness, Xue Qing'er calmed down a little, and then replied respectfully: "Your Highness, you are a dragon among men, unparalleled in the world. When I entered the temple that day, I only took a glance from a distance, and secretly guessed that the distinguished guest living in the west wing must be you, Your Highness."

Those eyes filled with admiration were like a burning flame. Any normal man would probably find it difficult to resist such temptation.

Xue Qing'er has full confidence in her own charm.

"Very good, then may I ask how you knew there was an assassin in the temple?"

At this moment, the Crown Prince's originally gentle gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, as if it could penetrate a person's soul. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, as if all the air was sucked away by an invisible force, making it difficult to breathe.

He slowly put down the teacup in his hand, making a crisp sound, but it seemed particularly abrupt in this silent atmosphere. Xue Qing'er felt as if she was in a land of ice and snow, with the biting cold coming from all directions... A strong feeling of suffocation surged into her heart like a tide, pressing her so hard that she could hardly breathe.

The feeling of ease and joy that had been lingering in her heart just now disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by endless fear and anxiety. Her back began to feel uncontrollably cold, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. It was not until this moment that she truly realized how dangerous the situation she was facing was, and she couldn't help but feel deeply regretful. If she had known that this would happen, she should not have stubbornly chosen to stay when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked her to leave.

"Are you the only one who knows about this? Or does the entire Prince Zhuang's Mansion know the inside story?" At the moment of her brief silence, a hint of coldness appeared in the depths of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's eyes.

Xue Qing'er was completely panicked this time. She knew very well that if she couldn't come up with a reasonable answer that would satisfy His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, she would not be able to escape easily today.

"Reporting to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, this matter has nothing to do with Prince Zhuang's Mansion!" Xue Qing'er bowed her head and saluted, her voice firm and loud.

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, His Royal Highness's eyes became even colder, as if they could penetrate people's hearts and make people shudder. He stared closely at the person in front of him, as if he wanted to find a flaw in the other person's expression and words.

“If it has nothing to do with Prince Zhuang’s Mansion, could it be related to the Grand Tutor’s Mansion?” His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pressed on, his tone carrying unquestionable majesty.

Hearing this, Xue Qing'er turned pale and trembled all over. She could never imagine that the Crown Prince summoned her here not to thank the person who provided the clue on the note, but to follow the clues and find out the assassin behind the scenes. This thought made her feel desperate, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

"That's absolutely not the case, Your Highness! This matter has nothing to do with the Grand Tutor's Mansion!" Xue Qing'er explained hurriedly, with cold sweat on her forehead.

She knew very well that if she couldn't explain this matter clearly, the consequences would be disastrous, not only would it affect her family, but she might even lose her life. At this moment, she was filled with fear and helplessness, and could only desperately shake her head to deny it, hoping to gain the trust of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

At this moment, her heart was filled with endless regret and self-blame, and she only regretted that time could not go back so that she could start all over again. If she could choose, she would definitely not rashly admit that the note was hers!

"Oh, this matter is really puzzling! You are just a woman in the backyard. How could you know about the assassin without anyone's reminder?" The prince's voice was steady and serious, and his words were like cold blades, piercing Xue Qing'er's heart.

"Is it Prince Zhuang's Mansion or the Grand Tutor's Mansion? They knew about this but did not report it to this prince. Instead, they instructed a weak woman like you to secretly pass the note to me. What is their intention?" The prince stared at Xue Qing'er with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see through her eyes to see her truest thoughts.

No matter whether it was Prince Zhuang's Mansion or the Grand Tutor's Mansion, neither of them could be resisted or endured by Xue Qing'er.

She never expected things to turn out like this; it was completely beyond her expectations.

The current situation was like an airtight net that bound her tightly and plunged her into an abyss of despair and helplessness.