The Crazy Crown Prince Is Obsessed with Me

Part 7

The scene lit by candlelight shattered into countless fragments.

In one of those fragments, I saw Rong Jing and me sitting at a wonton stall.

Rong Jing ordered two bowls of wontons, then carefully picked all the scallions off one bowl and put them into his own, before pushing the other bowl toward me.

That day happened to be the Lantern Festival.

After finishing the wontons, I dragged him through the bustling streets, buying several lanterns along the way.

At a tea house, there was a newly staged opera.

I watched it with great interest, while Rong Jing whispered in my ear, "Yang Yang, wait for me here."

As I turned to reply, he was already gone.

In another fragment, Rong Jing walked into a dimly lit alley, his steps slow and deliberate.

Amid the intertwining shadows of the trees, a cold gleam suddenly flashed towards his face.

Rong Jing sidestepped the attack, his eyes filling with murderous intent.

Dressed in white, he looked like a grim reaper, expressionless as he twisted the necks of one assassin after another.

He turned around, his gaze cutting through the long stretch of darkness.

We locked eyes from opposite ends of the alley.

I stepped on the fallen leaves, walking toward Rong Jing, and took his hand: "Why did you take so long? I was getting sleepy waiting for you."

Rong Jing tightened his grip on my hand: "I'll be quicker next time."

From that moment on, he never hid anything from me again.

He would even hold me on his lap, pulling out a ledger and spreading it open, letting me casually circle the names of a few corrupt officials.

Whoever I circled was as good as dead.

During that time, I was busier than the King of Hell.



The winds in the capital were never calm.

The old emperor had become obsessed with achieving immortality, devoting all his energy to building a tower to the heavens and concocting elixirs.

His health was visibly deteriorating.

According to tradition, if the old emperor were to die, Rong Jing, as the Crown Prince, would naturally ascend the throne.

But the other princes were far from happy about this.

They saw Rong Jing as a thorn in their side, a threat they were desperate to eliminate.

My father, too, seemed to enjoy complicating things for himself.

Instead of supporting the most likely future emperor, Rong Jing, he stubbornly pledged his loyalty to the Third Prince.

I later learned that the Third Prince's mother's sister was my father's long-dead white moonlight ...

It was like my father had a loose screw, forcing me to marry Rong Jing as an undercover agent.

He even insisted on bringing the Third Prince along to whisper secret plans to me when Rong Jing and I were entering the palace together, slipping me a packet of poison on the side.

Just as I tucked the poison away, Rong Jing's personal attendant came to find me: "Crown Princess, His Highness is waiting for you at Chengming Hall."

Chengming Hall was Rong Jing's residence before he left the palace to establish his own household.

Although it had been unoccupied for a long time, palace servants cleaned it daily, so it hadn't fallen into disrepair.

Rong Jing stood under the corridor, hands behind his back, facing away from me.

He only turned around when he heard my footsteps, offering me a faint smile in the golden light of the setting sun.

He took me to the backyard and pointed out an inconspicuous little mound of earth for me to see.

"When I was very young, I found a rabbit and kept it for a long time. One day, it bit me. I held it underwater until it stopped breathing, then buried it here to remind myself never to show mercy to those who betray their master.

"Yang Yang, what did Minister Shen say to you just now at the lakeside pavilion?"

The roughened pad of his thumb brushed against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

Without thinking, I dropped to my knees, sliding down into a pleading position.

Clinging to his lean waist, I wailed, "My father asked me to secretly mix some Qijue Powder into your food every day."

It wouldn't kill immediately, but it would gradually erode a person's internal organs and mind, with no cure in sight.

I took out the packet of poison and placed it in his hand: "I refused! How could I ever harm my own husband!"

Harm him I would—but not just yet. The timing wasn't right.