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Chapter 668 You're unlucky, just divorce her already!

Prince Yong's Mansion.

Inside the main hall, the finest silver charcoal was burning brightly.

"I don't care! Jingchuan, go and write a letter of divorce right now!" Princess Yong's well-maintained face was full of anger and harshness.

She pointed outside the door, her voice shrill, "That woman from the Zhao family is a jinx! Our eldest grandson of the royal family was killed by her!"

"She's never seen anything good before! Once she entered the Prince's mansion, she stuffed food into her mouth like a starving ghost! My perfectly healthy grandson was literally eaten to death by her!"

Lin Jingchuan was dressed in a plain brocade robe, his face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He sat at the lower end of the table, listening to his mother's harsh curses, and felt a splitting headache.

He was also heartbroken by the death of his child.

Lin Jingchuan closed his eyes briefly. "Mother, Zhi'er just had a miscarriage and is still weak."

"So what? She killed my grandson, and she still wants to stay in the Prince's mansion?"

"Enough!" The Prince Yong, who had been silent all along, suddenly slammed his teacup down on the table. The porcelain collided with the mahogany, making a dull thud.

Princess Yong was startled, and the rest of her words got stuck in her throat.

Lin Jingchuan raised his head. "Mother, you were the one who insisted that I marry the Zhao family's daughter because you said she was gentle and virtuous. Now, she has just lost her child because of me, and you want me to divorce her?"

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What will the world think of me, Lin Jingchuan? What will they think of our Prince Yong's Mansion?

Princess Yong's chest heaved with anger as she pointed at him and said, "You! You're blaming me now? I was only doing it for your own good! Who knew she was so unlucky, unable to even keep her child!"

Seeing this, Lin Xingyao chimed in softly, "Mother, please don't be too angry. My brother was just worried about the child and made a mistake for a moment."

"But then again, Sister Zhao's health is indeed... Alas, I wonder if she will be able to produce offspring for the Prince's mansion in the future."

These words, seemingly meant to offer advice, are actually rubbing salt into the wound.

Princess Yong's gaze swept over Lin Xingyao like a knife, landing on her face.

"You can't even tolerate a daughter-in-law who just lost her child? You're even making a fuss about divorcing her?"

"Do you think the Prince Yong's Mansion hasn't lost enough face already? Do you have to make us a laughingstock in the capital, to have people gossip about us behind our backs and say we're heartless and ungrateful?!"

Princess Yong immediately fell silent.

Lin Xingyao felt a chill run down her spine from her father's gaze and quickly lowered her head, not daring to say another word.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely tense.

Prince Yong withdrew his gaze and turned to Lin Jingchuan, his tone softening slightly, "The child is gone, and I am also heartbroken. But now is not the time to dwell on these matters."

He changed the subject and asked in a deep voice, "What task has the Emperor assigned to you?"

Lin Jingchuan composed himself and respectfully replied, "Father, His Majesty intends for me to temporarily assume some duties of the Capital Garrison."

"Hmm." Prince Yong nodded, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. "The Duke of Zhenguo has recently taken leave and is at home, leaving the capital's defenses vulnerable. His Majesty is intentionally grooming you. You must do your job well and not let His Majesty down."

Lin Jingchuan lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, I understand."

Seeing that her father and brother were discussing serious matters, Lin Xingyao quickly seized the opportunity to try to make amends for her earlier slip of the tongue.

She spoke softly, "My brother is young and promising, and he will surely be able to share the burdens of Father. Compared to the women in the inner quarters, my brother's future is naturally more important."

She thought these words would please her father, but to her surprise, Prince Yong didn't even lift an eyelid.

"If you have nothing else to do, go back to your princess's residence."

A cold, emotionless sentence, like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguished Lin Xingyao's carefully laid plans.

Her face instantly turned somewhat awkward; her father was now truly avoiding her like the plague.

"Your Highness!" Princess Yong was immediately distressed and quickly pulled her daughter to her side. "Xingyao came back to see me especially! My daughter has finally come back, and she's only been here a short while, and you're already sending her away?"

Lin Xingyao's eyes reddened, and her face immediately adopted a wronged yet sensible expression.

She grasped Princess Yong's hand in return and gently comforted her, "Mother, Father is right. My brother has important matters to discuss, so I shouldn't disturb him here. I'll come to see you another day."

After saying this, she stood up, curtsied to Prince Yong and Princess Yong, and respectfully withdrew.

As soon as she stepped out of the main hall, the grievance on Lin Xingyao's face vanished without a trace.

The trusted nanny stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Princess, are you returning to the manor?"

Lin Xingyao looked at the desolate courtyard in the distance, a smile playing on her lips.

“No,” she said softly, “I’m going to see my dear sister-in-law.”

The courtyard where Zhao Qingzhi lived was named "Zhilan Garden," but at this moment, there was not a trace of orchid fragrance; it was lifeless.

The two maids guarding the door turned pale with fright when they saw Lin Xingyao leading a large group of people. They knelt down and trembled as they paid their respects.

Lin Xingyao didn't even bother to glance at them and went straight inside.

“Princess!” An older maid mustered her courage and blocked the door. “The Crown Princess is still in her postpartum period and is not feeling well. The doctor advised her to rest and avoid the wind.”

"Get out of the way." Lin Xingyao's trusted nanny stepped forward and shoved the maid, causing her to stumble.

Lin Xingyao then slowly glanced at her, "What? Is this princess not allowed to enter this door?"

She stepped over the threshold, and a strong, strange smell, a mixture of blood and medicinal soup, hit her.

Lin Xingyao frowned and immediately took out a brocade handkerchief from her sleeve, covering her mouth and nose in disgust.

"What? You want to see me make a fool of myself?"

Zhao Qingzhi struggled to sit up halfway and leaned against the headboard.

She was wearing a loose nightgown, which made her face appear even more swollen, pale, and bloodless.

Lin Xingyao walked slowly to the bedside, looked down at her, chuckled, and put down the handkerchief in her hand.

"What my sister-in-law said is absolutely right."

She pulled up a stool, sat down slowly and gracefully, a stark contrast to the disheveled state of the bed.

"I'm here to laugh at you. To see how you, this unlucky jinx, manage to kill our Lin family's eldest grandson."

"You!" Zhao Qingzhi trembled with anger, her chest heaving violently, which aggravated her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain.

Seeing her pained expression, Lin Xingyao felt an even stronger sense of pleasure.

"Don't be angry so soon, sister-in-law."

She deliberately lowered her voice, leaned closer, and said in a volume only the two of them could hear, "I have something else to tell you, but you'd better hold on."

She was pleased to see a flicker of fear in Zhao Qingzhi's eyes before she slowly spoke.

"My brother is planning to divorce you."

These words, like a thunderclap, exploded in Zhao Qingzhi's mind.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she stammered in denial, "No, impossible! Jingchuan wouldn't do that!"