Tang Zhuyun: "Your Highness, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"
She's just a nobody; there's no need for her to waste the resources of the imperial prison.
The Prince of Jin said coldly, "Linlin, come here!"
Linlin hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and was taken in the hand by the Prince of Jin.
"Follow me," said the Prince of Jin.
Today he wanted to teach Linlin a lesson: she couldn't let women lead her by the nose, especially not women like Tang Zhuyun, lest she corrupt the child.
Although she was extremely unwilling, Tang Zhuyun could only grit her teeth and follow along, thinking of her father and elder brother still kneeling in the palace in agony.
Song Jingyang led the horse over, and Prince of Jin carried Linlin onto the horse.
Tang Zhuyun looked around but couldn't find a carriage, and immediately felt dejected—that Prince of Jin was making her walk there herself.
"If you can't keep up, just let me know, and I'll have you tied up and dragged away."
Tang Zhuyun gritted her teeth and glared at him hatefully.
Linlin was getting restless and wanted to get off to find her, but Prince of Jin pressed her down on the horse so she couldn't move.
Tang Zhuyun: "Linlin, this is none of your business. This is between him and me. Fine, I'll follow!"
Who hasn't run 800 meters?
Prince of Jin rode ahead at a slow pace, just the speed at which Tang Zhuyun could keep up at a running pace.
But this situation is really too strange.
A distinguished man was riding a horse with a child, followed by guards and a woman whose face was flushed from running. They quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers.
Tang Zhuyun felt like a monkey; even with her thick skin, she couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.
However, when she thought of her father and brothers, and the future when Tang Baixin and Meng Yulan would live happily together as a family, she felt that what did this little grievance matter?
She was a strong woman who could bend and stretch; in any case, just as she Meng Yulan, there would be other news in the capital in less than three days.
Anyway, everyone already knows about her past as a lovesick girl...
Song Jingyang followed behind. Seeing that Tang Zhuyun was sweating but her breathing was steady, he became somewhat wary—did this woman have internal energy? Little did he know that Tang Zhuyun had been exercising whenever she had free time since arriving, and had now basically recovered to her pre-transmigration level.
Linlin kept trying to turn around and look at her, but Prince of Jin held him in his arms and wouldn't let him move.
"I'm just teaching her a lesson, showing her to mind her own business in the future," the Prince of Jin said in a low, cold voice.
Moreover, he needs to give an explanation and a statement regarding this matter.
Linlin lowered her head, tears falling in a steady stream onto the horse's back.
The Prince of Jin noticed something was wrong, reached out and touched his face, which was covered in tears.
"Linlin, don't cry!" The Prince of Jin slowed his horse, but his voice became stern. "Haven't I told you that a man can bleed and sweat, but he must never shed tears!"
As soon as they slowed down, Tang Zhuyun caught up and, hearing his Linlin shout, was naturally displeased.
"Your Highness, our Tang Family children don't need your guidance."
Linlin is such a young child. Her aunt is so worried about her and won't let her cry. What if she chokes up?
"If you have a problem, take it out on me," Tang Zhuyun said defiantly.
"I won't let you off." Prince of Jin sneered, his narrow eyes surging with murderous intent. He pointed his riding whip at her, then added, "Linlin, have you cried enough? We'll leave when you've cried enough."
Linlin turned her body around, suddenly reached out and hugged him, trembling and crying silently in his arms.
"Linlin, come down, Auntie will take you." Tang Zhuyun stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to hug Linlin.
"Let go!" The Prince of Jin raised his whip.
He taught Linlin because he genuinely liked the child and didn't want him to be misled by Tang Zhuyun.
"Your Highness, please don't." Linlin grabbed the whip, looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and said, "I won't cry anymore."
"Linlin, get down." Tang Zhuyun doted on her child and would rather be punished herself than let Linlin suffer. "You don't need to beg him."
"Auntie, I won't." Linlin looked at her, her eyes red from crying, her dark eyes, washed clean by the water, filled with deep longing and... reluctance?
Tang Zhuyun almost thought she was seeing things.
Why does Linlin have that expression right now?
What does this child want to do?
"Linlin!" Tang Zhuyun exclaimed anxiously, "This is an adult matter, it has nothing to do with you."
She deeply regretted bringing Linlin along.
Prince of Jin put his arm around Linlin with one hand and gripped the reins tightly with the other, urging the horse to continue forward.
Tang Zhuyun was very worried, not knowing what Linlin was planning to do, so she jogged alongside her.
The horse stopped again. Tang Zhuyun was still a little confused. Following the gaze of the Prince of Prince of Jin, she realized that they had arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Prison.
"Linlin, wait outside. Song Jingyang, bring Tang Zhuyun in."
"Your Highness, I want to follow you," Linlin pleaded, tugging at his sleeve. "I promise I won't cause you any trouble."
"Even if I discipline her, you can still keep quiet?" Prince of Jin pointed at Tang Zhuyun.
Linlin bit her lip tightly, this time grabbing his arm with both hands, her face almost pressed against his hands. "Mmm."
Although Tang Zhuyun was worried about Linlin, she felt that Linlin towards Prince of Jin today was very different—it was a kind of affection and closeness that could not be described in words, as if, as if there would be no tomorrow after today.
Tang Zhuyun was startled by her own thought and said sternly, "Linlin, don't be like Meng Yulan! Don't hurt yourself, do you hear me!"
The Prince of Jin looked at Linlin.
He also vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
But if the little brat dares to risk his life to exonerate the Tang Family, he'll first give him a good whipping.
As a man, when faced with a problem, you must think about how to solve it, instead of trying to gain sympathy by begging for pity.
"Aunt, I didn't." Linlin lowered her head. "Our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents; we dare not damage them."
Prince of Jin sneered, "Tang Zhuyun, what are you dawdling for? Do you want me to have someone invite you in?"
Alright, this guy thinks she's deliberately dawdling.
Tang Zhuyun, even if it's the Zhaizidong prison, she's in today!
She took a deep breath and walked at the front.
However, when she walked along the long, dark, and damp road to the room at the end, and saw the bloodstained instruments of torture that she neither recognized nor knew the purpose of, she still couldn't help but buckle in the knees.
When people want to torment their fellow human beings, they will stop at nothing.
The Prince of Jin sat down in the only chair in the center, his face as cold as ice, exuding an imposing aura without anger.
Linlin stood beside him, her eyes still red, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
Tang Zhuyun was forced to sit on the torture bench, and immediately felt a chill run down her spine.
"I'm giving you one last chance. You may leave now," said Prince of Jin. "I will pretend you were never here, and you will remain my concubine from now on."
His woman must stand behind him.
Knowing full well that he was angry, she still dared to plead for him—how shameless of her!
"Your Highness, please listen to me." Tang Zhuyun carefully selected her words.
Are you coming or not?
Tang Zhuyun: "Your Highness, my father and my elder brother... please hear me out first..."
She really works!
"Very well," said the Prince of Jin. "I can listen to you, but let me calm down first."
He pointed to the chilling instruments of torture scattered on the walls and floor. "Which one is suitable?"