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Chapter 675 Other people's children are, in the end, other people's children.
Zhao Qingzhi stood frozen in place, staring at him without moving, as if trying to find some flaw in his face.
It took her a long time to find her voice again.
"What do you mean?"
Lin Jingchuan dared not look into her eyes. He lowered his gaze and spoke with difficulty, "Qingzhi, I know you have suffered a great injustice. I will make it up to you."
"In the future... I will give you another child."
compensate?
child?
Zhao Qingzhi seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. She first laughed softly, then her laughter grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a shrill scream.
"Hahaha! Give me another child?"
She suddenly raised her hand and swept the bird's nest porridge on the table to the ground!
"Snapped!"
The fine white porcelain bowl shattered on the ground, and the thick porridge was splattered everywhere.
What are you going to give me? Huh?
Her eyes were bloodshot, like a maddened mother beast. She suddenly stood up and smashed all the bottles and jars on the dressing table to the ground.
The crackling and popping sounds were incessant.
"Lin Jingchuan! Do you think I, Zhao Qingzhi, am a fool! A piece of trash that your Prince Yong's Mansion can manipulate at will!"
"Lin Xingyao killed my child! Your mother has gone mad, and I'm supposed to pretend nothing happened? I'm supposed to just watch that murderer live a good life?"
"Get out!" She grabbed a jewelry box and threw it at him with all her might. "Get out of here!"
The jewelry box grazed Lin Jingchuan's cheek before crashing heavily onto the door, scattering its pearls and jade rings all over the floor.
Looking at her frenzied state, he knew that saying anything now would only add fuel to the fire.
He gave her a deep look, then turned around, opened the door, and walked out.
"Calm down first."
The door was closed, separating the two worlds.
Zhao Qingzhi felt as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant. She slid down the wall and collapsed onto the ground amidst the mess, letting out a desperate and suppressed sob.
When Granny Zhang pushed open the door and saw the scene inside, she sighed inwardly but said nothing. She simply stepped forward silently, wanting to help her up.
“Granny.” Zhao Qingzhi raised her head, tears streaming down her face, but her eyes were filled with a lifeless desolation.
She got it.
As long as Princess Yong is alive, as long as she is still a madwoman, Lin Xingyao can live peacefully in the dungeon.
No one can touch her.
Because Princess Yong is unable to withstand stimulation.
How ridiculous!
"The young prince said he would give me another child." Zhao Qingzhi smiled bitterly, a smile that looked more like a cry.
Granny Zhang held her hand and said softly, "Miss, the young prince has no choice. You are still young. Take good care of your health, and you will have another chance."
"Opportunity?" Zhao Qingzhi murmured to herself, as if speaking to Granny Zhang, or perhaps to herself.
"Imperial Physician Zhuo told me the truth in private."
"I suffered a severe postpartum hemorrhage, which damaged my health. I will never be able to have my own children again in this lifetime."
Granny Zhang's pupils suddenly contracted.
Zhao Qingzhi's expression was eerily calm as she looked at her swollen hands and felt the occasional throbbing pain in her body.
"Granny, tell me, am I ridiculous?"
After a long silence, Granny Zhang finally spoke in a deep voice: "Young Miss, since that's the case, there is a way."
"You should let the young prince take a concubine, and once she gives birth, she should immediately bring the child to your care and raise it. In name, the legitimate son of this prince's mansion can only be your child."
"As long as you are the legal mother, no one can shake your position."
Other people's children.
Ultimately, it's someone else's child.
Zhao Qingzhi slowly closed her eyes.
For the rest of her life, she would have to live with the hatred of a fake princess who caused the death of her own son.
With this inhuman, ghost-like body, how can she raise a child born to another woman and her husband?
Even if she could lose weight, the ugly spots on her face and her already decaying body would constantly remind her how much suffering she had endured, how much pain she had endured, and how much of a failure she had lived.
She had to watch helplessly as her enemy lived in a dark and hopeless dungeon, while enjoying three meals a day.
But she herself had to endure endless suffering every day.
Rather than prolonging this miserable existence, it would be better to...
Lin Xingyao was roughly thrown into the dungeon by two guards. The iron door slammed shut with a loud bang, and the sound of chains echoed in the empty passageway, sounding particularly jarring.
She lay sprawled on the cold, dirty straw, her once elegant dress now stained with mud, her hair disheveled, looking utterly wretched.
Half an hour ago, she was still a pampered princess of the Yongwang Mansion.
Half an hour later, she became a prisoner.
She huddled in the corner, her body trembling uncontrollably, not from the cold, but from fear.
But she was soon dragged out again.
"Where to?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
No one answered.
We were dragged along, passing through a familiar courtyard.
She once thought that every blade of grass and every tree here belonged to her.
Looking at it now, it feels both unfamiliar and ironic.
Finally, she stopped at the entrance of her mother's bedroom.
Lin Jingchuan stood by the door, looking desolate. When he saw her, the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.
"Go in." He said in a low voice, "Your mother wants to see you. Put her mind at ease."
Lin Xingyao's heart ached from those words.
To put her mind at ease?
She opened the door and walked in.
Princess Yong was sitting on a soft couch by the window, holding a rattle drum in her arms, staring blankly out the window.
Hearing the noise, she slowly turned her head.
The moment she saw Lin Xingyao clearly, her unfocused eyes suddenly lit up, like the only spark ignited in the darkness.
"Xingyao!"
Princess Yong dropped what she was holding, stumbled over, and hugged her tightly.
"My daughter, where have you been? Your mother misses you so much." She cupped Lin Xingyao's face in her hands, her fingers icy cold. "Did they bully you? Look at you, you've gotten so thin, and your face is so cold."
Lin Xingyao could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks in large drops.
She remembered when she was very young, she had a high fever that made her unconscious.
Her mother held her like that for three days and three nights, her eyes bloodshot and her voice hoarse from crying.
Another time, she saw some peaches on a tree in the yard and climbed up to pick them, but she fell and scraped her knee.
When her mother saw this, her tears fell even harder than hers, and she hugged her tightly, calling her her precious darling…
Those years when we were cherished were all stolen.
If that midwife hadn't come back then, if she had never known the truth.
She would still be a princess of the Yong Prince's Mansion, and her mother's most beloved daughter. How wonderful that would be.
She wouldn't be able to give Wei Qiming any leverage to threaten her with her feelings for her brother.
She wouldn't have made one wrong step after another, ending up in this state of being abandoned by everyone.
Brother...
She looked up through her tear-filled eyes at the man in the doorway.
The hatred in his eyes was so intense it felt like he wanted to tear her apart.
Lin Xingyao wiped away her tears, reached out, and gently patted the back of Princess Yong, just like her mother had comforted her when she was a child.
"Mother, I'm back."
She forced a smile, her voice gentler than ever before.
"I'm never leaving again."
As long as her mother is well, she doesn't care what happens to her in the future.