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

Zhao Huarong slapped Yingyue across the face: "What's going on!"

Didn't Lin Shuhui send a message to the palace last night, saying that Lin Qingwei would be meeting her lover here at noon today, and that she should bring people to catch them in the act? Where are they? Why is there not a single person in sight?

Across a wide road, Lin Qingwei, sitting in the opposite Tianxiang Restaurant, watched everything that was happening in the teahouse with great interest.

Why did Zhao Huarong look so expectant when she kicked down the door? Could it be that Lin Shuhui didn't tell Zhao Huarong that the man she was meeting was Xu Hanzhang? Wow! She's so good to her!

Yingyue immediately knelt on the ground: "What I said is true! I really saw the young lady and a man here! They even closed the doors and windows, and I don't know what they were doing! I was worried that something might happen to the young lady, so I mustered up the courage to ask the princess for help when I encountered her on the road!"

"Are you sure it's this private room?" Pei Zhaoan asked.

Yingyue was absolutely certain! How could she possibly be mistaken? But saying it now was utterly unconvincing!

She was so anxious she was almost in tears. Where was Lin Shuhui at this time?!

Suddenly, Yingyue heard a faint sound coming from the next room. In a panic, she pointed to the room next door and said, "It's this one! I must be mistaken! It's this one!"

Zhao Huarong glared at her fiercely: "I hope you won't disappoint me this time."

With a wave of her hand, the guards behind her immediately kicked open the door to the next room. As soon as the door opened, a strange fragrance wafted out. Unlike the private room where everything was clearly visible, this room was covered by many layers of gauze curtains.

What a perfect house for an affair!!!

Zhao Huarong became excited again; it must be here! She practically wanted to call everyone over to come and see! It was such a pity that Pei Zhaoan was absent! Qi Yanzhi should be here too!

Once they all see Lin Qingwei's true, dissolute nature, no one will protect her anymore! At that time, it will be easy for me to do whatever I want to her!

As they lifted the layers of gauze, everyone walked inside together. The two shadowy figures on the bed gradually became clearer. Zhao Huarong's breathing quickened with excitement, and she hurried forward.

Once Lin Qingwei's true colors are exposed, the first thing she'll do is disfigure Lin Qingwei's face! To prevent her from seducing Xu Hanzhang again!

She wouldn't let Lin Qingwei die so easily! She ruined her and Prince Duan's plans, allowing the Crown Prince to remain unharmed in the Eastern Palace! And she almost became a suspect because of Song Miaoyan's death!

How could Lin Qingwei be allowed to benefit from all of this?

Wasn't she going to great lengths to stay in the palace? Then let's poison her to make her mute, and throw her into the most arduous place in the palace as a lowly maid! She really wanted to see how Lin Qingwei would use her clever tongue to exonerate herself then!

Soon they arrived at the innermost part, where two disheveled people were on a small bed. The closer they got to them, the stronger the strange, blush-inducing smell became.

The room was completely darkened, and not a single ray of light could get in. Zhao Huarong immediately had someone light candles, and she excitedly snatched the candles and moved closer to the two people on the bed.

Everything froze at that moment; not even a breath could be heard. Everyone stared wide-eyed, too afraid to move. Zhao Huarong's smile was frozen on her face; her mind was no longer able to think.

"Ah!!!" Yingyue's scream shattered the silence, and she fell backward to the ground in fright.

Pei Zhaoan also feigned surprise, gasping and covering his mouth, "Oh dear, this is Xu..."

Before he could finish speaking, he deliberately patted Xia's face to hide his embarrassment and asked, "Have you searched the other rooms? Don't let the flower thief get away! We've been busy all day."

As he made to leave, Xia An said, "We've searched the room, but it's not there. Sir, do you think the flower thief might be him?"

Pei Zhaoan immediately covered Xia An's mouth and warned him in a low voice not to say anything more: "This is the princess's future husband, Scholar Xu Hanzhang! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Zhao Huarong was eerily quiet, her icy gaze fixed on Yingyue, who sensed a strong killing intent.

She immediately scrambled over to Zhao Huarong's leg and explained, "This must be a misunderstanding! Miss San could never have an affair with Scholar Xu! It must be a misunderstanding!"

"Oh my! It's actually the third young lady of the Lin family!" Pei Zhaoan exclaimed in surprise. "I never imagined that Scholar Xu and the third young lady would actually..."

Every word he said pierced Zhao Huarong's heart.

The atmosphere around Zhao Huarong was incredibly tense; an indescribable rage had overwhelmed her reason. How dare Lin Shuhui seduce Xu Hanzhang behind her back?!

Her face was contorted and slightly distorted, her almond-shaped eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out, her teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding, and blood was surging beneath her skin.

Zhao Huarong forcefully stomped on Yingyue's chest, knocking her over. Looking at the two people sleeping in each other's arms on the bed, she tilted the candlestick in her hand, and the scalding oil dripped onto Lin Shuhui's bare shoulder.

Lin Shuhui, who was having a sweet dream, was woken up by the pain. Her eyelashes trembled as she woke up. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Xu Hanzhang's magnified face. She immediately woke up, pushed him away, and turned around to meet Zhao Huarong's vicious eyes.

"Your Highness! Please let me explain! Please listen to me!"

Zhao Huarong was furious and didn't want to hear a word. She was much more ruthless than Lin Qingwei, and smashed the candlestick on Lin Shuhui's forehead.

Bright red blood slid down Lin Shuhui's innocent, fair face. She was hit so hard that her vision went black, and she fell back onto the bed. She felt as if her skull was about to shatter, and the pain was so intense that she didn't even have the strength to scream.

Half-asleep, Xu Hanzhang mistook the person for Lin Qingwei and mumbled "Awan." He then reached out and pulled Lin Shuhui back into his arms. Lin Shuhui was terrified and scrambled to get out, but for some reason, she felt weak in her limbs.

Her actions, as seen by Zhao Huarong and others, appeared to be flirting with Xu Hanzhang.

Pei Zhao'an suddenly seemed very concerned for Zhao Huarong, frowning and saying worriedly, "Scholar Xu seems to be in love with the Third Miss. Princess, you are of noble birth, how can you be with such a man? I'm afraid today's events cannot be hidden from His Majesty."

"Please grant me a few days, Your Excellency!" Zhao Huarong said almost without hesitation. Even though she hated these two people to the core, the anger of betrayal was burning her to the point of losing her mind.

But recalling the scene when she first met Xu Hanzhang, she still wanted to give him a chance to explain.

Pei Zhaoan looked very troubled. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded, then waved for everyone to leave, surrounding the room and leaving the space for Zhao Huarong, Lin Shuhui, and Xu Hanzhang.

The waiter who came to serve Lin Qingwei food looked out the window with great curiosity, wondering what was going on in the teahouse across the street.

The people downstairs had already started discussing it animatedly.