My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived-Chapter 39 - The Prince Residence Has Only One Mistress

By the time she realized what was happening, she found him pressing closely in front of her, his hot breath spilling onto her cheeks.

Her heart shook violently, and she dared not move her body at all.

“So, you really don’t want to be my antidote?” Yan Lin asked harshly, his voice hoarse as he gripped her shoulders.

Upon hearing his words, Chu Baihan was momentarily stunned.

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Antidote?

“I…”

“Forget it, marrying me wasn’t your intention.

You may go!”

Yan Lin punched the wall.

He was barely hanging on to his consciousness, only able to stay slightly lucid by biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

Otherwise, he would have hurt her.

He wasn’t about to force a woman.

But for some reason, the thought of her resistance jabbed at his heart like a needle, making him uncomfortable and breathless.

“Go, I’m telling you to go!”

The veins in Yan Lin’s neck bulged as he shouted at Chu Baihan.

His other hand pushed her away.

Chu Baihan staggered, then looked up at him with a strange expression.

“Prince, there’s no cure for your poison.

If you don’t need me for your salvation, do you really plan to look for another woman?”

As she spoke these words, Chu Baihan’s heart felt heavy.

So, he would rather turn to another woman than think of her.

“I’m not Yan Lian.

I don’t just take any woman!” Exploded Yan Lin, with words that he just spat out.

After this statement, both he and Chu Baihan were taken aback for a moment.

A glimmer of light slowly appeared in Chu Baihan’s dim eyes.

He resisted other women, but it seemed…

he didn’t resist her.

So…

…

“What to do, what to do.” Yan Lian paced back and forth in the courtyard.

At that moment, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

“Aren’t you two worried about your master at all?

It’s been so long, and the Eighth Prince hasn’t asked me to find a woman for him.

He couldn’t possibly have lost his fight, could he?”

Yan Lian was panicked, about to rush into the room.

Luckily, Ziyi and Ziwu were quick to grab him.

“Ninth Prince, why don’t you guess why our master hasn’t come out yet?” Ziyi asked through clenched teeth.

Ziwu couldn’t help adding, “Did you forget that our Princess Consort is also a woman?”

“So, so…”

Yan Lian finally had a complete awakening at this time.

Gripping his head, he leaped and scurried down; his expression couldn’t be more excited.

“The matter that the Empress Dowager has been brooding over has finally come to pass.

It turns out that what Eighth Brother wishes for is for his Eighth Sister-in-Law to be his antidote.”

Yan Lian muttered to himself while slapping his head.

It was fortunate that he hadn’t rushed out to grab a woman to bring back; otherwise, his Eighth Brother would have truly killed him.

Three grown men squatted outside, standing guard like this.

Later, Wei Jia joined them, carrying a medicine chest, and all four men waited with grave expressions.

Finally, in the latter part of the night, the door opened, and Yan Lin, dressed only in his undergarments, came out.

“Eighth Brother, why did you come out so late, you…” Yan Lian, as if discovering some secret, looked at Yan Lin with shining eyes.

Yan Lin’s face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, “If you speak one more word of nonsense, I will pull out your tongue.”

Yan Lian touched his nose and didn’t dare to make another peep.

Yet he couldn’t help but wonder to himself, was his Eighth Brother frustrated?

Why was he so irritable?

“Prince, let me check your pulse,” Wei Jia approached, intending to take Yan Lin’s pulse.

But Yan Lin spoke in a calm voice, “There’s no need, I am fine.”

“Ziwu, go quickly and report to the Empress Dowager that I am unharmed, so she needn’t worry.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Ziwu, handle the aftermath in the palace regarding the matters that jeopardized the Princess Consort; I don’t want a single word of it reaching the Emperor’s ears,” Yan Lin’s expression was icily unyielding.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Eighth Brother, are your eyes completely healed?” Yan Lian, noticing something different about Yan Lin’s gaze, asked excitedly.

But Yan Lin furrowed his brows and shook his head, “I still can only see things vaguely, probably due to the night’s events.”

“Alright,” Yan Lian sighed in disappointment, but then his mood quickly lifted again, “It doesn’t matter, Eighth Brother, your recovery has been quite swift.

I believe in a few days, you will be able to see everything clearly.”

To be able to see everything clearly…

Yan Lin’s eyes flickered for a moment.

For the first time, he felt anticipation in his heart.

Because he wanted to see Chu Baihan’s true appearance.

“Prince, are you really not going to tell the Princess Consort about the state of your eyes?” Ziyi asked with a peculiar tone.

Hearing this, Yan Lin’s expression shifted.

He pursed his thin lips, recalling the words Chu Baihan had once said—her wish was to finish curing him, rescue her maidservant, and then leave the capital forever.

The phrase “leave the capital” flashed through his mind, stabbing at his heart once more.

He exhaled a breath of foul air, then said hoarsely, “There’s no need.”

The rest frowned, not quite understanding the purpose behind his actions.

“Prince, our men have reported that the owner of the Jade Pendant should be found in a couple of days,” Ziyi ventured.

The owner of that Jade Pendant was someone the Prince had long been concerned about.

How would the Prince decide?

Hearing this, Yan Lian became anxious first.

Why did Ziyi bring this matter up now?

The relationship between the Eighth Brother and his Eighth Sister-in-Law had finally begun to progress.

If that supposed girl appeared, where would that leave the Eighth Sister-in-Law?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to persuade.

But who knew that Yan Lin would already speak out coldly, “There’s no need.”

What?

The others looked at him in shock, only to hear him say, “There’s no need to bring up this matter again.

In Prince Residence…

there is only one mistress.”