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

“Ayan has never been like this before. When he talks about someone, his eyes and brows are filled with smiles. When he talks about someone, he can’t help but list all of her good qualities!”

Shen Yushu held Lin Qingwei's hand: "Sister, don't be fooled by his enthusiasm and straightforwardness towards you. Actually, he's the least likely to pretend among the three of us. As for the Crown Prince, his status and position are what they are. If he does something wrong or makes a wrong expression, a lot of people will impeach him."

As for me, I'm quite lucky. Apart from a few princesses in the palace, I don't really have to pay attention to any other young masters or ladies. But I'm a woman, and this world has too many requirements for women, which I have to abide by.

Ayan was different. Born into such a noble family, he was not bound by palace rules, nor was he afraid of worldly criticism. The Duke and Duchess of Mu were the best people in the family, and he was their only child. Naturally, he grew up to be the kind of carefree young man described in storybooks.

Which girl in the capital wouldn't want to be associated with him? Yet he avoids them all like the plague, except for his sister, whom he treats like a lapdog. Everyone can see this difference.

Lin Qingwei felt deeply moved, but also felt an indescribable pressure.

The clearer she became about how Qi Yanzhi treated her, the less she knew how to face him.

She wasn't really Lin Qingwei after all. Her relationship with Qi Yanzhi started as a carefully orchestrated misunderstanding. She couldn't always be Lin Qingwei. She couldn't put aside her hatred and act as if nothing had happened to be with Qi Yanzhi carefree.

She can't.

The conversation in the tea room had ended, and Zhao Hongjia, who came out, didn't look too good. Shen Yushu, who was eating, immediately wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth and ran over.

"What's wrong with you? You look half-dead."

Zhao Hongjia shook his head: "It's nothing. It's getting late, I'll head back to the palace now."

After saying that, he walked away with a somewhat dejected look on his face. Shen Yushu pouted, looking very unhappy. Didn't he promise to go fishing with her later? What a big liar!

Qi Yanzhi moved to Lin Qingwei's side, and before he could even speak to her, he was already very happy just to be standing next to her.

"I will send you back."

"No need, it's no trouble at all," Lin Qingwei declined with a smile.

Qi Yanzhi immediately noticed that she was in a low mood and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

"I was just wondering why the young master is so kind to me, since we've never met before. There are plenty of talented and beautiful young ladies from noble families in the capital, and none of them are any less impressive than someone like me who just came back from the estate and hasn't seen much of the world."

I don't consider myself to be someone of stunning beauty who could make the Crown Prince fall in love at first sight.

This was a long-standing question for her. If it weren't for the fact that only she knew her true identity, she would have suspected that Qi Yanzhi had ulterior motives.

"My mother told me what liking someone meant when I was very young. I thought that as long as those standards were met, it meant liking someone. But when I first saw you, as you walked past me, the wind blew your hair ribbon across my cheek, and all those well-founded theories vanished."

It was then that I realized my mother had taught me what liking someone meant, but she hadn't explained why I felt these feelings for you.

Lin Qingwei's heart felt as if it had been struck by something, sending ripples through it, one after another. No one would be indifferent to such a sincere expression of emotion.

“There is such a story in the Platform Sutra.” Qi Yanzhi’s answers were never perfunctory: “‘At that time, the wind blew and the banner moved. One monk said it was the wind that moved, another monk said it was the banner that moved. The debate went on and on. Huineng stepped forward and said: ‘It is neither the wind that moves, nor the banner that moves, but your mind that moves.’”

Pei Zhaoan laughed: "This only shows that your heart is restless and your six senses are impure! If Master Huineng knew that the words he used to warn the world were being used by the young master to please a girl, he would probably be so angry that he would crawl out of his coffin!"

After saying that, he stepped forward and grabbed Lin Qingwei's wrist. In front of everyone, he pulled her out of the mansion without any regard for her safety. Lin Qingwei couldn't shake him off and could only let him pull her. She didn't understand why he was acting crazy again. Did he not take his medicine today?

Qi Yanzhi was about to chase after her, but was stopped by Duke Mu: "Tell your father clearly, is Miss Lin really willing to marry you? I heard from your mother that you originally wanted to break off your engagement with Miss Lin, but changed your mind after meeting her on the day you went to the Lin residence."

"I don't know, but I really like her, I have to give it a try..."

Fortunately, the Duchess had already seen off the guests in the front courtyard. Otherwise, if more people had seen Lin Qingwei and Pei Zhaoan together, her name would probably have spread throughout the capital tomorrow.

Xia An waited by the carriage early in the morning, chatting with Chun Qi out of boredom. Chun Qi happily told Xia An about her easy and enjoyable work recently, saying that she did little work and ate well every day, and had even gained weight.

Comparison is the thief of joy. Xia An barely managed to keep quiet about how tormented he had been lately. He regretted not going to be with Miss Lin!

Just as they were getting into a lively conversation, they saw Pei Zhaoan, with a dark and menacing expression, dragging Lin Qingwei over without any mercy. Chunqi was about to stand up for her when Xia An covered her mouth and pulled her aside.

Lin Qingwei was practically thrown onto the carriage. Pei Zhaoan walked quickly and didn't wait for her; she felt like she was flying the whole way.

Her back ached from being hit, and tears welled up and fell, landing right on the back of Pei Zhao'an's hand.

He seemed to have been burned, and abruptly withdrew his hand. The anger that was about to erupt vanished in an instant, and he looked at Lin Qingwei with some helplessness.

Then, Lin Qingwei swung a cushion from the carriage and smashed it into Pei Zhaoan's face. It's hard to say that she wasn't acting out of personal feelings; she used all her strength, and the carriage shook as she hit it.

Xia An and Chun Qi stared wide-eyed, not daring to utter a sound.

She finally calmed down after smashing it several times, but then she became a little scared. However, Pei Zhaoan didn't make a sound. She carefully put the cushion back, but in the blink of an eye, Pei Zhaoan grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.

She was practically sitting on Pei Zhaoan's lap, leaning against his chest.

"Have you had enough? Why are you crying?"

"Let me go first." This position was really uncomfortable. She couldn't move and didn't dare to actually sit on his lap, so she could only endure it.

Pei Zhaoan didn't let go. He took something out of his pocket and slipped it onto Lin Qingwei's wrist, letting it slide down coolly.

She turned her head and saw that it was a bracelet made of jade beads. The jade beads were of excellent quality, each one was moist and translucent, and it seemed to be the same one that he had pulled from her neck.

Lin Qingwei knew that this bracelet was very valuable, and she clearly remembered how Pei Zhaoan had knelt on the ground searching for each bead. Naturally, she understood how much this bracelet meant to him.

She immediately reached out with her other hand to take off the bracelet.