My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived

Yan Lian also had this doubt and quickly asked, “Eighth brother, what do you mean by this?

What does it have to do with the Right Minister?”

“Over the years, Zhuang Xiangyu has been very close to Chu Hesheng.

It’s possible he might try to save Chu Hesheng this time.

Father said that Zhuang Xiangyu reported to him today, claiming he had a way to help the Princess,” Yan Lin explained.

As he spoke these final words, Yan Xiao’s sharp gaze swept over Chu Baihan.

Chu Baihan stiffened, his expression unchanged, but turmoil had already begun to stir inside him.

Does that Right Minister truly have such capability, or is he merely blustering?

She was confident in her medicine…

But there are always bigger fish out there; what if someone could really neutralize her concoction?

If “she” were to wake up, many of their plans wouldn’t be able to proceed.

With this thought, a sense of gravity grew heavier in her heart.

“That would be wonderful!” Yan Lian said excitedly.

The Princess had been comatose for too long, so it would indeed be good news if Zhuang Xiangyu truly knew a way to wake her.

However, Yan Lin’s expression remained taut, utterly serious.

“If it truly can awaken her, then certainly, it would be good news.

But I do not trust him.

Have you forgotten how Lord Xu Yuan died?” Yan Lin said sharply as he looked at Yan Lian.

Lord Xu Yuan?

Hearing this title, Chu Baihan’s eyes darkened.

Lord Xu Yuan was her mother’s adopted father, her grandfather.

Didn’t her grandparents die from illness?

Listening to Yan Lin’s tone, it seemed there was more to it.

“Right, we really can’t trust Minister Zhuang.

Eighth brother, I will keep a close watch on the Zhuang Family.

I should take you back to the residence now; your injuries are quite severe,” Yan Lian remarked, not daring to think about other matters as his elder brother’s back was soaked with blood.

He reached out to assist Yan Lin, but the latter headed straight for the carriage.

Although Yan Lin was gravely injured, slowing his pace, his spine remained erect, showing no sign of disarray.

Watching his departing figure, Chu Baihan pursed her lips.

If they weren’t enemies, she might actually admire him.

“Aren’t you coming?” Yan Lin turned around and called out coldly.

“Yes, Ninth Prince,” Chu Baihan bowed her head, suppressing the coldness in her heart, and spoke obediently.

…

The group arrived at the entrance of Prince Lin’s Residence.

Chu Baihan stood beside the carriage, and merely by looking up, she could see the dazzling three characters on the plaque—Prince Lin’s Residence.

It had been six years since she last visited this place.

Yan Lin brushed the curtain aside and stepped off the carriage with steady strides.

Yan Lian followed him out of the carriage, noticing that Chu Baihan was staring blankly at the plaque of Prince Lin’s Residence, thinking she was nervous.

Considering she was the maid of the Princess, he thought she deserved some special attention.

So he quickly broke into a smile and said warmly, “You don’t need to be nervous.

Actually, my eighth brother is a kind man, just think of Prince Lin’s Residence as the Princess Residence.”

Kind, is he?

The irony in Chu Baihan’s eyes deepened.

Just then, an anxious voice came from inside the residence, “Father, you’re back?”

Father?

Upon hearing this voice, Chu Baihan’s face changed dramatically, and she looked up in shock.

When she saw a little girl, about four or five years old, with braided hair lifting her skirt and rapidly running out, her tender face was entirely lit up with excitement.

Did he, did he have another daughter?

Chu Baihan stiffly turned his head to look at Yan Lin’s profile.

Yan Lin’s brow slightly furrowed when he saw the little girl appear, but the coldness in his dark eyes had faded significantly.

His tone also became gentler by a few degrees, “Hmm, back already.”

Listening to what Yan Lin said to the little girl, Chu Baihan felt as if his heart was being torn apart, the pain so intense he could hardly breathe.

Her Xixi, because someone drugged her, was going to die before she even turned six.

But he, he actually had a child with another woman?

Her eyes became gritty, tears rolling in her eyes, and her fingers pinched into her palm repeatedly, but all this pain couldn’t reduce the hatred in her heart by even half.

“Father, are you injured?” The little girl noticed the blood behind Yan Lin and became nervous.

“It’s nothing, just a minor injury,” Yan Lin spoke reassuringly in a soft voice.

But the little girl was still terribly upset, her eyes red, ready to cry at any moment.

Yan Lian hurried over and touched her head, “Jingjing, come, let your royal uncle hug you.

Your father’s wound will heal soon, don’t be sad.”

“Really?” The little girl’s eyes were still red.

“Really, your royal uncle promises you,” Yan Lian continued patiently soothing her.

Watching this scene, Chu Baihan’s heart turned cold once again.

Six years ago, she was the one in pain.

These past six years, it had been her and Xixi suffering.

None of these executioners felt any guilt or pain, they were living blissfully happy lives.

“Who are you?” The little girl soon turned her attention to Chu Baihan, instantly becoming alert, her tone quite stern.

“Father, who is she?” She tugged nervously at Yan Lin’s sleeve.

Yan Lin glanced at Chu Baihan and spoke coldly, “She is a maid of the Princess of Nanduan Kingdom; she will follow your ninth royal uncle from now on.”

“Then why did she come to our Prince Residence with you, father?” The little girl continued to pout, clearly unhappy.

For many years, there had been no maids around her father, and now suddenly this woman appeared.

Although the other woman was unattractive, she still wasn’t pleased.

“Alright, little Jingjing, let’s head back to the residence first,” Yan Lian quickly realized the little girl was feeling jealous, hurriedly stepping forward to pull her away and change the subject.

“Prince, we failed to watch over the young miss properly,” three maids hurried over as they entered the residence.

They all served the little girl, thinking she had bumped into the Prince, so they hastened to apologize.

“She’s a bit mischievous, you must keep an eye on her to prevent any accidents,” Yan Lin’s indifferent gaze swept over them as he spoke sternly.

His indifference was directed at these maids, but his tone carried concern for his daughter.

He…

truly cared for his daughter.

Chu Baihan watched his retreating figure, at that moment, her heart was as cold as stone.

“Eighth royal brother, let’s go get treated,”

Yan Lian, seeing the back of a certain Prince still oozing blood, was extremely anxious.

Fortunately, Wei Jia was in the residence, so he quickly led the people to Wei Jia’s quarters.

Now, only Chu Baihan, the little girl, and the three maids were left here.

The three maids also realized Chu Baihan’s presence, and they changed their respectful attitude shown in Yan Lin’s presence to a watchful, scornful gaze.

The Prince hardly allowed women near him, and these three, because they served as maids to the young miss, had the chance to appear before him.

What exactly was this woman’s background to have followed the Prince here?

“I’m warning you, keep your distance from my father.

If you dare covet my father, I will never let you go.

My father can only belong to my mother!”

The little girl raised her head and angrily warned Chu Baihan.

One of the maids also raised her head and said arrogantly, “No matter why you came to the Prince Residence, remember your place, a maid should remain a maid for life, do not covet what you shouldn’t.

Our prince can only belong to our madam.”

Their madam…

So, apart from a daughter, Yan Lin also had a madam by his side.

He had protected them well, so well that Ruolan and the others hadn’t even found out about this.

“Are you not listening to me speak?

You lowly person…” the maid, seeing Chu Baihan had not responded at all, scolded her angrily.

She even thought of pushing Chu Baihan, but the next moment, she met a pair of icy cold eyes.

Chu Baihan raised her hand, her fingers clenching the maid’s neck, and spoke coldly, “Speak another word of nonsense, and I will make you wish you were dead.”