What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?-Chapter 344 - 340: I Haven’t Changed

Pingyang Princess froze for a moment, then suddenly retreated.

With a "bang," the screen behind her fell to the ground.

"Princess!"

"Princess!"

The attendants exclaimed as they rushed in.

Inside the room, Second Miss Tang sat calmly and composedly, while Pingyang Princess looked completely horrified.

There was really no discernible clue.

"Does the Princess want to continue chatting?" Second Miss Tang asked, her expression serene. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Pingyang Princess stared at her dazedly; the wine had blurred her judgment temporarily.

After a good while, she finally raised a hand to signal for them to leave.

The attendants withdrew once again.

Tang Xiaobai held a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, organizing her thoughts with the motion of pouring wine before slowly speaking:

"Zhao Jing said it rightly, Duke Yan Mansion was confiscated and exiled, the fate of my father and brother unknown, my sister was cruelly harmed and died miserably. I return reborn, intending to protect my family, to safeguard Duke Yan Mansion—"

She raised her eyes and stared fixedly at Pingyang Princess.

"Then what do you think Zhao Jing was reborn for? What does he want to save?"

Pingyang Princess was momentarily disoriented.

Zhao Jing... what does he want to save?

"You said if you were still alive, you wouldn’t watch helplessly as my sister died miserably; I believe that, so—"

"You were also... already gone at that time..." Tang Xiaobai said softly.

Judging from Zhao Jing’s obsession after rebirth, Pingyang Princess must have died too.

And she never forgave him until her death.

"I trust your feelings for my sister, and you? Do you trust my sister?"

"Do you trust that she never lied to you? Always treated you sincerely?"

She felt that what Pingyang Princess cared most about was not the political stance of Duke Yan Mansion.

Whether the Crown Prince or Prince Jin ascended the throne made little difference to Pingyang Princess.

The Princess cared only about whether her good friend lied to her, used her.

The emperor’s favor was fleeting, Zhao Jing’s remorse came too late.

She had lost both kinship and love.

She only had Tang Jiaojiao left.

"I, I... I believe—" Pingyang Princess was bewildered for a while, then suddenly panicked, "Don’t tell Jiaojiao about today’s events!" She added guiltily, "I’ll say it myself!"

Tang Xiaobai’s lips curved upward: "Then first tell me why you made such a fuss today?"

Pingyang Princess had a private estate in Le You Garden, and even deliberately occupied a bustling building, lest anyone miss her flirting with decent men.

Too deliberate!

Moreover, Luo Xiong wasn’t even that handsome!

Pingyang Princess hesitated for a while but finally confessed: "Your Majesty wants me to renounce my vows and marry... I just wanted to make them give up, anyway I don’t care about reputation..."

Tang Xiaobai was intrigued: "Who does Your Majesty fancy as Prince Consort?"

Years ago, to escape her marriage contract with Zhao Jing, Pingyang Princess hastily entered the Dao in the name of the former emperor, incurring the emperor’s displeasure and blocking the path to secular life.

Now the emperor suddenly wanted the princess to return to secular life and marry; there must be a deeper meaning.

Likely someone he wanted to win over, or... someone he wanted to elevate, like Zhao Jing back then.

Sure enough—

"Wei Qiu, the eldest grandson of Minister of Rites Wei Du," Pingyang Princess said.

In an instant, Tang Xiaobai’s mind turned rapidly; she suddenly stood up: "I have matters to attend to, I’ll leave first!"

"Hey!" Pingyang Princess lunged at her, hugging one of her legs.

She lifted her face, eyes blurred, cheeks flushed, and said sweetly: "You haven’t promised me yet—" Halfway through, she frowned, troubled as she couldn’t remember what she wanted her to promise.

"Promise, promise!" Tang Xiaobai comfortingly patted her head, "Don’t become irrational and forcibly seize civilians, I’ll find a way about the marriage—"

Suddenly recalling the confrontation just now, she softly sighed, bent down to help the somewhat drunk Pingyang Princess, tidied her hair, and whispered: "We will all grow up and face more complicated situations, but my sister’s feelings for the Princess haven’t changed, and neither have mine."

Pingyang Princess gazed blankly and released her grip...

...

She went down from the small building.

Around the small building were mostly Pingyang Princess’s attendants, while Tang Xiaobai’s people were in an outer circle.

Cheng Zi and Luo Xiong were even further away.

The two stood alone by the roadside, facing each other, as if they were talking.

The green robe fluttered in the wind, the skirt brushed the leaves, their gentle emotions were moving.

Even if Pingyang Princess casually pointed, she wouldn’t point to someone unremarkable.

Although Luo Xiong wasn’t handsome enough for snatching on the street, he was still a good-looking young man with scholarly air between the brows.

When gazing downward, he was bashful yet gentle.

Tang Xiaobai recalled what she heard Luo Xiong say to Pingyang Princess downstairs not long ago, feeling momentarily disoriented.

Cheng Zi noticed her coming out, said something to Luo Xiong, then turned around and walked back.

At this moment, a sharp neigh suddenly sounded from a horse.

Tang Xiaobai instantly felt all her hair stand on end, looking sharply, and indeed saw a startled horse charging.

But that direction was—

"Cheng Zi!"

...

Upstairs, since Tang Xiaobai left, Li Yao had been lying on the ground without getting up.

The floor was covered with thick carpets, a charcoal stove burned indoors, so it wasn’t cold.

She felt her head was dizzy, body weak without a trace of strength.

She didn’t want to think, didn’t want to move, even wanted to sleep first then talk.

In her half-dreaming, half-waking state, she heard the commotion downstairs.

Lifted her head slightly to look, still feeling weak, she lay back down again.

"Someone!" she called softly, her voice also limp.

Probably no one would hear, right?

Just as she thought so, she was supported up by a pair of hands.

The hands that supported her were fair as jade, soft as if without bones, yet showed no effort when lifting her.

Li Yao stared dumbly at those hands.

She recognized them.

"Why is my sister lying on the ground?" The voice was gentle and accommodating, streaming like water, and indescribably caring, "It’s almost winter, be careful not to catch a cold."

Li Yao reached to grab the luxurious carpet on the ground, wanting to leverage her escape.

But her hand was caught, seemingly softly but undeniably pulled back.

"I’m not... your sister..." Li Yao said with a dry voice.

The person chuckled softly, helped her lean against the wine table.

Finally, Li Yao saw this person again.

Since the first day of August, she hadn’t seen this impostor Crown Prince who tricked her for nearly two years.

Whether from long impersonation or genuine deficiency.

Without the Crown Prince’s garments, the person still looked unchanged, maintaining a delicate and graceful frailty.

He, like before, had a trace of smile at the corner of his lips, lowered his eyes to lift her sleeve.

A large area on the wide sleeve was soaked, fragrant with wine.

"Who was sister drinking with?" he asked softly.

Yet Li Yao felt horrified, supporting herself to sit upright and watch him warily: "I’m not your sister!"

He sighed lightly: "You’re not sister, then won’t care for me anymore? Drinking only with others?"

"How did you get upstairs?" Li Yao questioned.

He smiled again: "It’s chaos downstairs, so I came up."

"Downstairs?" Li Yao recalled hearing the commotion earlier.

"Yes, a horse was startled."

Li Yao was shocked: "Xiaobai!"

She tried to stand but was pulled back by him.

"How could Second Miss Tang be in trouble?" he soothed softly, "But the man who was drinking with the Princess might die—"

(Happy New Year~ I’m back to work on the first day of the New Year! Quick, praise me!)