After returning to the capital to farm, the abandoned concubine made a comeback.

The streets were bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder. Lin Qin and Zhu Ling stood side by side, like a perfect couple who had stepped out of a painting.

The sunlight shone on the two of them, casting a soft halo around them, but it couldn't mask the tense atmosphere that permeated the air.

Lin Qin took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, as if she were brewing something earth-shattering.

Zhu Ling's heart was in her throat, her gaze fixed on Lin Qin's face, afraid of missing any subtle expression.

Lin Qin's thoughts, like a wild horse, began to gallop across the grasslands of her memories.

From her initial confusion and helplessness upon transmigrating, to her arduous struggle in the farm where she was demoted, and now to the booming business of her shop, she has come a long way as if she has been given a cheat code, living the life she wanted.

Those carefree and unrestrained days were like a fine, aged wine, leaving her with endless aftertaste and something she could never bear to part with.

Thinking of this, Lin Qin lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids, like a fluttering butterfly, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking at that moment.

Zhu Ling's heart clenched, and his palms sweated slightly, fearing that Lin Qin would say something he would find hard to accept.

He longed to tear his heart out and show it to her, to tell her how much he cared for her.

The surrounding noise seemed to be instantly silenced, and the air seemed to freeze.

Passersby slowed their pace, their curious gazes sweeping back and forth between the two, as if waiting for a good show to unfold.

Lin Qin raised her head and took a deep breath. At that moment, she seemed to have made up her mind.

The wind on the street seemed to ripple gently with her breath.

Zhu Ling was so nervous that she almost stopped breathing, her gaze fixed firmly on Lin Qin.

She frowned slightly, as if she was trying to organize her thoughts or making a difficult decision.

Just as Zhu Ling felt like he was about to suffocate, Lin Qin suddenly raised her head. Without hesitation or beating around the bush, she looked directly at Zhu Ling, a confident smile playing on her lips, and said, "Zhu Ling, I..."

Lin Qin suddenly looked at Zhu Ling with determination, a bright smile blooming on her lips, her eyes sparkling with confidence.

"Zhu Ling, I am willing to go back to the Prince's Palace with you."

One sentence, like a thunderclap, exploded in the crowd.

Zhu Ling's tense body instantly relaxed, replaced by ecstasy.

He felt like he was dreaming; the happiness came so suddenly that he was somewhat at a loss.

He held Lin Qin tightly, as if afraid she would suddenly disappear.

Passersby who witnessed this scene all smiled with blessings.

The streets were filled with a cheerful atmosphere, as if even the air had become sweeter.

Some people started clapping, some started cheering, and some even started whistling.

This unexpected confession was like a grand performance, igniting the enthusiasm of the entire street.

"You, you're not kidding, are you?" Zhu Ling was so excited that she was almost incoherent, and her voice was trembling.

He carefully cupped Lin Qin's face, afraid of hurting her.

Lin Qin smiled and nodded, her eyes and brows radiating happiness.

"Of course it's true. When did I lie to you?"

Zhu Ling could no longer contain his joy and hugged Lin Qin tightly, whispering in her ear, "Qin'er, thank you, thank you for being willing to come back with me."

Lin Qin nestled in his arms, feeling his warmth and love.

"Silly girl, why are you saying thank you? I love you."

Their love overflowed at that moment, and the street was filled with a warm and tender atmosphere.

Passersby stopped to offer their blessings to the loving couple.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats.

Lin Qin looked up and gazed into Zhu Ling's affectionate eyes, a sweet warmth welling up in her heart.

"However, I have a condition."

Zhu Ling was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "What are your conditions? Just tell me. As long as I can do it, I'll agree to anything you ask."

Lin Qin smiled slyly, leaned close to Zhu Ling's ear, and whispered, "I want to be in the Prince's mansion..."

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

Lin Qin and Zhu Ling walked hand in hand on the way back to the Prince's Mansion.

The two figures were stretched long in the sunlight, like two intertwined trees, tacit and beautiful.

Pedestrians on the street turned their heads to look, their envious gazes like searchlights, as if they wanted to scan the two of them from head to toe.

This isn't a trip back to a prince's residence; it's clearly a fashion shoot! The sweet atmosphere is off the charts, making single people exclaim, "Lemons on the lemon tree, lemons under the lemon tree, you and me!"

As soon as you step into the gate of the Prince's Mansion, a familiar courtly atmosphere hits you.

With its carved beams and painted rafters, it exudes an extraordinary grandeur and radiates an aura of "I'm rich."

But in Lin Qin's eyes, this luxury was not as practical as the melon and vegetable gardens on her farm.

Before she could finish her exclamation, a sharp and sarcastic voice came from the corner.

"Oh, isn't this our abandoned concubine? What, couldn't stand staying in the countryside anymore, so you've come back to freeload?" The speaker was an old nanny named Granny Liu, who looked like a seasoned villain from a palace drama, with daggers in her eyes.

Lin Qin raised an eyebrow, thinking that this old guy was probably here to cause trouble.

Her lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, much like the classic expression of a "scheming female lead".

"Granny Liu, what are you saying? Do I need a reason to go back to my own home? Do you expect me to send you an invitation and give you VIP treatment?"

Granny Liu was rendered speechless by her retort, and the fat on her face trembled with anger.

She had intended to give Lin Qin a hard time, but unexpectedly, she was outmaneuvered and slapped in the face repeatedly.

Lin Qin had no intention of letting her off so easily.

She glanced around and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "I'm the kind of person who likes to follow rules. I might not know all the rules of the Prince's mansion, but I know exactly how to conduct myself. Anyone who dares to speak sarcastically in front of me, watch out, I'll make sure you regret it!"

His words were so powerful and resounding that they silenced the servants around him.

They secretly glanced at Lin Qin; this newly arrived "Princess Consort" was not someone to be trifled with.

For a time, a tense atmosphere of "a storm is brewing" permeated the entire Prince's mansion.

Zhu Ling observed this and secretly admired it.

His Qin'er is indeed surrounded by an aura; she shines wherever she goes.

Just then, Lin Qin changed the subject, looking at Zhu Ling with a smile, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry, "I have a small request..."

Zhu Ling raised an eyebrow, a thought flashing through his mind. He was about to say, "I'll do whatever you want," when Lin Qin winked at him and then said, slowly and deliberately, in an extremely serious yet mysterious tone, "I want to... farm in the Prince's mansion!" Zhu Ling took Lin Qin's hand and led her through the winding corridor to a refined courtyard deep within the Prince's mansion.

Pushing open the vermilion gate, a refreshing floral fragrance wafts out.

Inside the courtyard, artificial hills and flowing water, pavilions and towers are exquisitely laid out, creating a pleasant landscape.

"Qin'er, do you like it?" Zhu Ling asked gently, her eyes full of anticipation.

Lin Qin looked around. This was no ordinary courtyard of a prince's mansion; it was a paradise on earth!

He understands her so well!

She excitedly hugged Zhu Ling and kissed him hard on the cheek, exclaiming, "I love it! I love it so much! It's my dream lover's house!"

Zhu Ling was caught off guard by her sudden enthusiasm, but her heart was filled with sweetness.

He affectionately ruffled Lin Qin's hair. "I'm glad you like it. This will be your home from now on."

The two played and frolicked in the yard, chasing each other, their laughter echoing in the air.

Looking at Lin Qin's innocent and carefree appearance, Zhu Ling's heart was filled with love.

He pulled Lin Qin into his arms and said tenderly, "Qin'er, from now on, we'll stay here, grow old together, and never be apart."

Lin Qin nestled in Zhu Ling's arms, feeling his warm embrace, her heart filled with happiness and a sense of security.

"Yes, we'll always be together."

Just as the atmosphere was getting lively, a white dove suddenly descended from the sky and landed at Lin Qin's feet.

A small note was tied to the leg of the white dove.

Lin Qin picked up the letter with a puzzled look. On it were written a few delicate characters: "Come see me immediately, it's extremely urgent."

Lin Qin's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of unease welled up inside her.

Who wrote her the letter?

Why use such a mysterious method?

What is the "extremely urgent" matter mentioned in the letter?

She looked up at Zhu Ling.

Zhu Ling also noticed Lin Qin's unusual behavior. He took the letter, looked at it carefully, and frowned slightly.

Who wrote this letter?

What does this foreshadow?

"Qin'er, don't worry, I will find out the truth," Zhu Ling comforted her, her tone firm.

Lin Qin nodded, but the unease in her heart did not dissipate.

She had a premonition that this letter would change her peaceful life and drag her into a much larger vortex...

In the dead of night, Lin Qin lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

That mysterious letter weighed on her heart like a boulder, making it hard for her to breathe.

She got up, walked to the table, lit a candle, picked up the letter again, and examined it carefully.

The letter paper was made of ordinary material, and the handwriting was unfamiliar; she had absolutely no clues.

Suddenly, Lin Qin noticed something on the back of the letter.

She turned the letter over and examined it carefully by the candlelight.

On the back, a pattern was faintly visible, resembling a...

"The key?" Lin Qin murmured to herself, her doubts growing.

what on earth is it?

What does this key represent?