My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 155: Father King

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Father King

"King Yan Chen is so proactive about disaster relief, if not that, then let him investigate the Siminghui. The plight of the people lies not only in natural disasters but also in man-made calamities,"

Chu Baihan turned his head and spoke to him in a calm voice.

Yan Chen stopped in his tracks, sensing that Chu Baihan wanted them to act separately, and he opened his mouth to refuse.

After all, he knew that the emperor would never allow Chu Baihan to marry him.

But he would never allow Yan Lin to succeed either.

A Crown Prince and Yan Lin, these two were the biggest stumbling blocks in his path to the throne.

If Chu Baihan were to befriend and aid Yan Lin, then his chances of winning would be even slimmer.

So during his time in Jiangnan, he would never give them the chance to cultivate any fondness for one another.

But before he could voice his objection, Chu Baihan continued, "King Yan Chen seems quite reluctant, but is it because of what that child said just now, that you’re afraid of this Siminghui?"

She was actually using reverse psychology on him.

Yan Chen’s smile faded a bit.

Chu Baihan continued in a nonchalant manner, "King Yan Chen, this princess understands that the power struggle within the Imperial Family is terrifying. You say you’re leaving the capital city for such a long time, those ministers who support you, could someone take advantage of their vulnerability?"

"If this disaster can’t be resolved for a long time, then we can’t return to the capital. By that time, those people in your camp, King Yan Chen, will they still be your people?"

Chu Baihan’s last words were utterly heart-piercing.

Yan Chen’s expression turned extremely ugly.

This was exactly what he had been worrying about all along.

The Crown Prince was the best at winning people over; if he was not in the capital for a long time, he couldn’t guarantee his people wouldn’t become the Crown Prince’s lackeys.

"King Yan Chen, it would be in both our interests to resolve matters in Jiangnan quickly and then return to the capital," Chu Baihan’s words were deeply heartfelt.

Although Yan Chen was reluctant, he eventually chose to compromise.

"Thank you for the reminder, Princess Consort. Please also try to find a way to pray for rain as soon as possible!"

He snorted coldly and then swept away.

Pray for rain?

Chu Baihan knew Yan Chen was being sarcastic, presenting her with a difficult task.

Nevertheless, she was not bothered.

She slowly raised her head to look at the clear sky and suddenly murmured softly, "Within ten days, rain will surely fall in Jiangnan."

Yan Lin, who was beside her, his gaze darkened sharply.

"Why are you so sure?" he asked in a peculiar tone.

Chu Baihan responded with a smile, turning to look at him and saying, "If this princess said it was intuition, would you believe it, Prince Yan Lin?"

Yan Lin: "..."

Seeing her confident smile, he found himself inexplicably saying, "I believe."

At Yan Lin’s words, Chu Baihan was slightly stunned.

She had not expected that he would believe her, even when she spoke such an absurdity.

Yet the words, as absurd as they may sound... were true.

"Let’s go, back to the Li Residence. We need to plan for the long term on some matters."

...

Li Residence.

Night had fallen.

After returning from outside, Chu Baihan stayed inside his room.

He claimed to be tired and wanted to rest.

Meanwhile, Yan Chen busied himself running around within and outside the residence, still investigating the matters of the Siminghui.

It seemed, this affair was very troublesome indeed.

"Master, the Princess Consort... cough, the Princess Consort has been sleeping for many hours now. Is she not feeling well because she’s been asleep for so long?"

Ziyi followed Yan Lin into the room, asking with a peculiar tone.

"Do you really think she’s sleeping?" Yan Lin turned around and suddenly retorted with this question.

Ziyi was baffled by the counter-question and frowned, "Could it be, she’s not?"

"Just wait, she won’t let us down," Yan Lin said softly, his eyes shimmering with a soft glow.

Why would someone who claimed to need rest have their maidservant enter their room so frequently?

Moreover, every time Nan Xing entered her room, it was always with something in hand.

It seemed as if his Princess Consort was busy with some important matter.

"How is the investigation I asked you to conduct going?" Yan Lin asked in a deep voice.

"I went to see that child again, and based on the description, I believe the person behind this seems to be from the Nanduan Kingdom," Ziyi replied swiftly.

Someone from the Nanduan Kingdom?

Yan Lin’s eyes darkened even more.

Was the Nanduan Kingdom plotting to plant a spy beside Chu Baihan, friend or foe?

"Continue the investigation."

"Yes, my lord."

"Has Yan Chen returned yet?" Yan Lin asked slowly, thinking of Yan Chen.

"To report, my lord, he has not returned yet, and it is said... that he still hasn’t found the Siminghui’s location," Ziyi replied with a hint of schadenfreude.

Yan Chen used to be so arrogant, this matter might just slap him in the face.

However, when Yan Lin heard this, there was no trace of pleasure on his face, but rather a very solemn expression.

Although the Elder Brother was cocky and arrogant, he did have some ability.

If even he found it difficult, the matter must indeed be quite complex.

Just what was the Siminghui really about?

"Assist in investigating covertly," he ordered Ziyi immediately.

Ziyi curbed his smile, nodding seriously, "As you command, my lord."

"All right, you may leave now."

After Ziyi left, Yan Lin pressed his brows, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t seen Jingjing today and wondered if she might be upset.

He got up and walked out.

His courtyard was right next to Chu Baihan’s, and both of the little ones lived with Chu Baihan.

Yan Lin went there and pushed open the door to Yan Jingjing’s room.

Inside, soft breathing was heard; Jingjing was sleeping soundly.

As Yan Lin walked in slowly and saw her peaceful sleeping face, his heart felt reassured, but also a touch of puzzlement arose.

Jingjing was a bit sensitive by nature, and consequently, very clingy towards him.

In the past, she wouldn’t sleep unless he comforted her.

But why had she been so obedient these days, even not needing him at all?

Could it be because of her "mother"?

"If you were the daughter of her and me, how wonderful that would be," he murmured softly, his expression wistful.

But she said... their child

Had died six years ago.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Lin turned and walked out slowly.

As he stepped out, he suddenly remembered there was another little one.

Compelled as if by an inexplicable force, his feet carried him towards the other room.

Inside, the little Chu Tuanzi was not sleeping calmly; he had kicked his blanket onto the floor.

Yan Lin picked up the blanket and covered him again.

But it was as if the little Tuanzi was fighting with him in his dreams, kicking the blanket off once more.

To Yan Lin’s surprise, he wasn’t angry; he picked up the blanket again.

To prevent Tuanzi from kicking it again, he actually sat beside the bed and waited.

Suddenly, Tuanzi turned over and then rolled into his embrace.

Feeling the warmth, he nuzzled greedily, and then unconsciously called out, "Father."