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Chapter 674 Unable to withstand the blow, he went mad.

Princess Yong's eyes gradually became vacant. She opened her mouth and made a strange, gurgling sound as if something was stuck in her throat.

"Mother concubine!"

Lin Jingchuan's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively reached out to help.

But before he could even touch her, Princess Yong fell straight backward like a puppet whose bones had been removed.

There was a muffled sound.

"princess!"

"Quick! Send the imperial doctor!"

Chaos erupted instantly in the hall as servants hurriedly carried Princess Yong away.

Lin Jingchuan followed behind, his face pale. When he passed Lin Xingyao, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes looking as if he wanted to devour her alive.

Lin Xingyao collapsed to the ground, her whole body trembling like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

She is finished.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Prince Yong never once glanced at his unconscious wife.

He walked up to the drunkard, and the guard behind him immediately handed him a heavy money bag.

"Take the money and get out of the capital." Prince Yong's voice was completely flat. "Never come back in this lifetime."

The man snatched the money pouch, weighed it in his hand, and grinned from ear to ear, bowing and scraping repeatedly: "Yes, yes! Thank you for the reward, Your Highness! I'll be on my way right now!"

Without even glancing at Lin Xingyao on the ground, he stuffed his money bag into his pocket and ran off.

Only then did Prince Yong turn his gaze to Lin Xingyao on the ground, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Someone is coming."

"exist!"

"Strip her of her title as a princess and remove her from the imperial genealogy." Prince Yong spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each syllable as ice. "Throw her into the dungeon of the palace, and she shall never be released without my order!"

Lin Xingyao suddenly raised her head, her face full of tears and despair.

She crawled toward Prince Yong, trying to grab the hem of his robe.

"Father! I was wrong! Father, I was really wrong! Please forgive me this time, I beg you..."

Prince Yong took a step back in disgust, avoiding her hand.

The guards stepped forward, grabbed Lin Xingyao from both sides, and dragged her out like a dead dog.

"Father! Brother! Save me! Brother!"

Her cries faded into the distance until they disappeared completely.

The main hall was finally quiet again, with only a mess on the floor.

Half an hour later, in the bedroom of Princess Yong.

After administering the acupuncture, the imperial physician wiped away his cold sweat and stepped aside.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the Princess Consort is just suffering from a sudden heart attack and is fine. She will wake up shortly."

Lin Jingchuan's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Prince Yong waved his hand, signaling the imperial physician to leave.

The father and son stood quietly by the bedside, the room silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the person on the bed trembled and slowly opened their eyes.

"Mother!" Lin Jingchuan immediately bent down. "You're awake."

Princess Yong looked at him with a dazed expression, then glanced at the familiar furnishings around her, as if trying to confirm where she was.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she sat up abruptly, grabbed Lin Jingchuan's arm, and asked urgently, "Where's Xingyao? Where's my daughter? What have you done to her?"

Lin Jingchuan's throat tightened, and he said in a strained voice, "Mother, she..."

"Has she been locked up by you?"

Princess Yong's tears welled up instantly. She gripped Lin Jingchuan tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Jingchuan, go and plead with your father! She's your sister! She was just confused for a moment, you can't treat her like this!"

Seeing her like this, Lin Jingchuan felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Mother, please calm down."

"How can I stay calm!"

Princess Yong completely lost control of her emotions. She pushed Lin Jingchuan away and struggled to get out of bed.

"I'm going to find her! I'm going to find my Xingyao! You heartless bunch, she's a princess of our royal family, how dare you..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt when she saw the expressionless Prince Yong standing at the door.

Princess Yong seemed frightened. She shrank back and crawled to the innermost part of the bed, curling up into a ball and wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, leaving only her terrified eyes showing as she warily watched Prince Yong.

"Don't come any closer... You bad man, you're trying to take my daughter... Get away from me!"

She was muttering incoherently, her eyes unfocused, and her expression frantic.

“Mother Consort…” Lin Jingchuan’s eyes reddened.

Prince Yong stood at the door, his face ashen, but his body remained motionless.

Princess Yong has gone mad.

She was driven insane by this fake daughter she had spoiled for over a decade.

Zhilan Garden.

Zhao Qingzhi leaned against the soft couch by the window, holding a book in her hand, but she couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

Granny Zhang walked in carrying a bowl of freshly cooked bird's nest porridge.

"Young Miss, it's time to use some things."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a maidservant rushed in.

"Young Miss! Granny!" the maid gasped, her voice trembling. "Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"

Granny Zhang frowned, about to reprimand her.

Zhao Qingzhi put down her book and asked calmly, "Speak."

"The Prince's Mansion... that princess of the Prince's Mansion, she... she is not the Prince's biological daughter!"

The maidservant finished speaking in one breath, her chest heaving violently, "Her father is a drunkard, and the prince has come looking for him! Now she's been stripped of her title and thrown into the dungeon!"

Zhao Qingzhi paused slightly in the teacup she was holding.

The maidservant, as if afraid they wouldn't believe her, hurriedly added, "And another thing! Her Highness the Princess... Her Highness the Princess couldn't bear this shock and went mad!"

For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on Granny Zhang's face.

This plot twist...

Zhao Qingzhi remained silent for a moment.

She slowly put down her teacup, picked up the scissors on the table, and began to carefully trim a pot of plum blossoms on the windowsill.

Click.

A flower in full bloom fell to the ground.

"Crazy?" she repeated softly. "But it's clean, too."

She put down the scissors, picked up the bowl of bird's nest porridge that Granny Zhang had brought, and ate it all up, spoonful by spoonful.

There were footsteps outside the door.

Granny Zhang looked up and saw that the person who came was Lin Jingchuan, so she bowed and greeted him: "Young Master."

Lin Jingchuan looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. He simply nodded slightly, his gaze passing over Granny Zhang and landing on Zhao Qingzhi.

With great tact, Granny Zhang withdrew and closed the door behind her.

Zhao Qingzhi slowly put down the bird's nest porridge in her hand, raised her head, and quietly looked at him.

"You came."

Lin Jingchuan walked up to her, his Adam's apple bobbing, wanting to say something, but not knowing where to begin.

“That bitch Lin Xingyao,” Zhao Qingzhi suddenly laughed, her voice filled with a chilling aura, “I’m going to personally shave her to avenge our child.”

Lin Jingchuan's body stiffened abruptly. He closed his eyes, his face filled with pain.

"My mother has gone mad."

Zhao Qingzhi's smile froze.

"The imperial physician said that she is currently delirious and cannot withstand any further stimulation. Otherwise, she will be completely beyond saving." Lin Jingchuan's voice was terribly hoarse.