Chapter 11: The Prince Has a Hidden Illness

When Gao Bing left the Lin Mansion, he felt like he hadn't come back to his senses yet. He had only come to deliver a hairpin, but how did he end up encountering so many things?

Seeing a black satin embroidered carriage at the corner, he blinked in confusion and hurried over. "Why is the Prince here too?"

"Mm."

Only a low response came from the carriage.

Gao Bing looked at the still reserved Prince, raised his eyebrows, and started speaking to himself, "I originally thought that Miss Lin's stabbing of the Third Prince was just a display of bravery, but today, I feel that if she hadn't been so lucky and had taken care of the troublemakers in the courtyard while I was there, and even sent the cunning Lin family's matriarch to the prison, she must either be extremely careful or terrifyingly cunning."

"Which is more likely?" Zhao Huaiyan thought of the woman he had been watching for a long time. She was slender and petite, but the hatred and determination in her eyes were not something an ordinary person could match.

Gao Bing hesitated for a moment, and when he heard a sound behind him, he turned around and saw that Lin Jinhua had followed him out without him noticing, and his brow immediately furrowed.

Lin Jinhua saw the carriage next to Gao Bing from a distance, and her suspicions finally had a result. She remembered that after Zhao Han took the throne in her previous life, this talented and stunning Prince Ning disappeared. There were rumors that he had been invited by a neighboring country to be a strategist, and some said he had drowned in the land of tenderness. But no matter what was said, in that bloody struggle for the throne, he was the only one who came out unscathed.

"I have seen Prince Ning." Lin Jinhua's face was already cleaned of bloodstains, and she looked weak but still polite.

Zhao Huaiyan looked at the woman with lowered eyes through the curtain, his phoenix eyes slightly cold. "Are you here to apologize?"

Lin Jinhua raised her eyebrows. Did he know that she had used Gao Bing to manipulate the matriarch?

Before she could speak, the sound of galloping hooves came urgently, followed by a wave of dragon's breath fragrance.

Lin Jinhua looked at the newcomer and gritted her teeth slightly. Why did he come at this time?

Zhao Han didn't notice Lin Jinhua's displeasure. He sat on the dark red horse, looking down at her, somewhat surprised. Yesterday, she had a pale and unremarkable face, but today, although her face was a little paler and she had a cut on her forehead, her features were delicate and charming, especially her cold and deep eyes...

"Third Prince?" Lin Jinhua saw that after he bowed, he still stared straight at her, and her brow furrowed.

Zhao Han came back to his senses, and his forced expression immediately became more natural. He dismounted and skillfully draped his white fox fur on her, his movements ambiguous and intimate. He even pulled her by the shoulder, almost causing her to fall into his arms.

Zhao Han looked at her slightly flustered attempt to escape from his embrace, and a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I happened to pass by and heard that the Lin family had trouble. Are you alright?" He smelled the fragrance on her hair and felt a slight ripple in his heart. In the past, it was always women who threw themselves at him, but a cold beauty like Lin Jinhua seemed to have a different taste.

Lin Jinhua's eyes reddened, and she clenched her fists tightly in her sleeves, but she dared not let him see her murderous intent. She said, "Thank you for your concern, but I belong to Prince Ning in my heart, and I dare not accept your kindness, Third Prince."

"Ha!" Gao Bing, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but burst into laughter. In the capital, which woman didn't fear Prince Ning like a fierce tiger? This Miss Lin had not even met the Prince and already claimed to belong to him. Could it be that she hadn't used him enough? This was interesting. Even the Prince, who had always been full of strategies, had been used in front of others several times.

Zhao Han's expression stiffened, and a tinge of annoyance flushed his handsome and fair face. He raised his chin proudly and his lips curled up. "Playing hard to get? Miss Lin, this move is not bad, but next time, don't use the Crown Prince as a cover..." He turned his head to look at the black carriage, and with a hint of sarcasm, he said, "The Crown Prince has a hidden illness and cannot enter the Dao."