She was buried alive at the start, but she's determined to smash her ex-husband's head in

Princess Huarong was found when she was twelve years old. It is said that when Princess Huarong was found, she was disheveled and looked no different from a beggar, and she had even lost her childhood memories.

Therefore, Emperor Xuande and the Empress doted on their daughter, whom they had lost and then found again, and turned a blind eye to many of her outrageous acts, which fostered Zhao Huarong's spoiled and domineering personality.

The trouble Lin Qingwei caused is nothing compared to what Zhao Huarong did six years ago when she returned to the capital.

She smiled gratefully at Qi Yanzhi and withdrew her hand. In that instant, Qi Yanzhi felt an emptiness in his heart, and his bright eyes dimmed.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for standing by my side today."

"You are my fiancée, of course I will believe you!" Qi Yanzhi said firmly.

Lin Qingwei: "The Crown Prince is inherently kind."

The better he treated her, the more Lin Qingwei wanted to back away. They were not on the same path and would eventually part ways. She didn't want Qi Yanzhi to be too heartbroken at that time, so it was better to keep her distance from now on.

Perhaps due to unforeseen circumstances, Zhao Huarong and Prince Duan's scheme failed today. We need to be more vigilant in the future. However, with so many things happening, why hasn't Crown Prince Zhao Hongjia appeared at all?

In the tea room not far away, Zhao Hongjia, who had been drugged, was fast asleep, lying quietly on the bed, while the other three people stood in front of the bed, staring at him curiously.

Shen Yushu called out a few times, but Zhao Hongjia still didn't respond. She said, "Could he be dead?"

Qi Yanzhi smiled: "Elder sister, he is the Crown Prince after all. Can you please stop cursing him all the time? Can't you hear him breathing?"

Lin Qingwei noticed that Zhao Hongjia's face was abnormally red, which is not a common symptom of drunkenness.

"Let's call a doctor to take a look."

"Okay!" Qi Yanzhi changed his expression and looked at Lin Qingwei with a smile.

The doctor arrived quickly, but when he saw who was lying on the bed, he almost broke out in a cold sweat! This was His Highness the Crown Prince! People often said that imperial physicians in the palace could be killed with the slightest mistake! Was he going to die here today as well?

His hands trembled as he took his pulse, and he felt as if three people were standing behind him, ready to fly into a rage and order him to his death!

Why did he have to be brought here of all people?

Wait a minute! This pulse is a bit strange! The doctor's wild thoughts immediately vanished, and his expression turned serious as he frowned.

"How is it?" Lin Qingwei asked with some concern.

The events of the previous life were too strange. After everyone discovered that Zhao Hongjia had forced Shen Yushu, Zhao Huarong immediately ordered Zhao Hongjia to be carried back to the palace. Before the next day, Shen Yushu committed suicide. In the main hall, Xuande interrogated Zhao Hongjia about the reason for the incident, but Zhao Hongjia did not say a word.

Lin Qingwei didn't know Shen Yushu before and thought that she had chosen to commit suicide because she couldn't bear the humiliation. But today, she realized that Shen Yushu was a rare person who was decisive and straightforward.

She doesn't seem like the type of person who would contemplate suicide.

The doctor immediately examined Zhao Hongjia's eyes and tongue coating, his expression growing increasingly grave, which made Qi Yanzhi and Shen Yushu, who had initially thought nothing of it, tense up as well.

While answering Lin Qingwei's questions, the doctor applied acupuncture to Zhao Hongjia's acupoints.

"The Crown Prince is not just drunk; he's probably poisoned. Luckily, the young master and ladies discovered it in time!"

Everyone gasped in shock—he'd been poisoned! Who was so malicious as to poison Zhao Hongjia in the Duke's mansion?

Qi Yanzhi's expression was solemn, and he was also anxious and worried: "What kind of poison is it? Can you cure it? Will His Highness the Crown Prince be alright?"

"Don't worry." The doctor quickly wrote a prescription and handed it to Qi Yanzhi. "I have already sealed Your Highness's acupoints with silver needles, so the poison will not spread. As long as you take the antidote as soon as possible and vomit out the poisoned blood, it will be fine. However, some of the medicinal materials are not easy to find."

"I'll do it!" Shen Yushu took the prescription, her heart already pounding with nervousness.

Lin Qingwei pulled Shen Yushu back: "Miss Shen, don't be too nervous. The more nervous you are, the more likely you are to make trouble. The person who poisoned you is probably still in the mansion. It's not good to alert them. Miss Shen can give the prescription to Prince Yong. He will definitely have a faster way."

"it is good!"

Shen Yushu glanced gratefully at Lin Qingwei, folded the prescription neatly and put it in her sleeve, then quickened her pace and left the tea room.

Zhao Hongjia on the bed seemed to be sleeping restlessly, his forehead covered in sweat, his brows furrowed, as if he were trapped in a nightmare.

In fact, he did have a dream. He dreamt that when he was seven years old, he lived with his sister in a villa in the mountains. At that time, his father had just ascended the throne, the princes were rebelling, and there were people all around him who were eyeing him covetously.

To protect themselves and their sister, the Emperor and Empress had no choice but to secretly send them out of the palace.

Those were the most terrifying and helpless days of his life, but thankfully he had a well-behaved and obedient younger sister by his side.

Zhao Huarong's disappearance was the biggest regret of his life. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he would think of that gloomy winter day, when the sky was so low that it felt like it was suffocating him.

"Little sister, little sister..."

Zhao Hongjia's hands flailed in the air, trying to grab something. Just then, Lin Qingwei was standing next to him. He grabbed Lin Qingwei's wrist, calling out "sister" repeatedly.

Lin Qingwei's eyelids trembled, and she felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart. Tears blurred her vision.

She will not let the tragedy of her previous life repeat itself on Zhao Hongjia; she will protect every important person in her life.

Qi Yanzhi knew he shouldn't hold a grudge against Zhao Hongjia for grabbing someone unconsciously at this moment, but he kept thinking about how decisive and distant Lin Qingwei was when she pulled her hand away.

He simply couldn't shake off his bad mood.

Less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Shen Yushu returned with the medicinal herbs, accompanied by Prince Yong, the Duke of Mu and his wife, and Pei Zhaoan.

The doctor examined the herbs and nodded repeatedly: "These are the correct ones! Quickly, have someone use the old medicine pot that's been used for thirty years to boil the herbs, add three bowls of water, and boil them!"

Fearing something might go wrong, the Duchess personally went to oversee the preparation of the medicine.

Although Pei Zhaoan was walking at the very back, he immediately saw Zhao Hongjia holding Lin Qingwei's hand. His gaze turned cold, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Duke Mu had already ordered the tea room to be cordoned off and asked the physician, "What poison has the Crown Prince been poisoned with?"

Just now, when Shen Yushu went to find Prince Yong, they happened to be together. After learning about the Crown Prince's poisoning, the Duchess checked the guests of the day. Apart from Zhao Huarong and Prince Duan, who had already returned to the palace, and Lin Xiuyao, Ye Shi, and the other four, the rest were all in the mansion, but she did not find anything suspicious.

Zhao Huarong is the Crown Prince's younger sister. Lin Xiuyao and Lady Ye had no chance to get close to the Crown Prince, leaving only Prince Duan...

After all, given Emperor Xuande's favor towards Prince Duan, if something were to happen to the Crown Prince, the only person who could succeed him would be Prince Duan.

The doctor, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and returned to normal, turned around and saw a group of solemn-looking men. Suddenly, he remembered the phrase "If you can't cure me, you'll be buried with me," and he got goosebumps all over.