My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 257 Choosing the Prince Consort

Chapter 257: Chapter 257 Choosing the Prince Consort

Just as Shi Zhouhan assured with certainty that his life was not in danger, Chu Baihan suddenly pulled out a dagger from her body and stabbed it fiercely into his thigh.

"Do you think I asked you those questions because I wanted your answers?" she scoffed coldly, then asked with indifference.

Seeing her like this, Shi Zhouhan suddenly felt uneasy.

Chu Baihan continued, "As for whether you are willing to testify against Uncle Xuhuang, it doesn’t matter. Because what this Princess accepts here does not need evidence."

"Just now, this Princess kindly gave you a chance, but who knew you wouldn’t cherish it at all. It so happens that the Princess Residence has many new torture tools, which can let you test whether the blade is sharp enough or not."

After saying these words to Shi Zhouhan, Chu Baihan immediately ordered Wuming to carry out the punishment.

By the time she and Yan Lin walked out, the miserable howls of Shi Zhouhan could still be heard coming from behind them.

"The Emperor will only awaken in half an hour, and I shall enter the palace once he does. You should rest."

Chu Baihan turned her head and said to Yan Lin.

He must have been very tired, having rushed over to help her tonight.

"How can I rest if you have yet to do so?"

Yan Lin shook his head and said with a hoarse voice.

His eyes were filled with deep affection as he gazed at her.

Although she was the eldest princess of the Nanduan Kingdom, she shouldered many responsibilities.

And the number of people who wished for her death was still so numerous.

No doubt, those six years must not have been easy for her.

Thinking of this, Yan Lin’s heart felt as if it had been pricked by countless needles.

In fact, his memory loss in the past was also due to someone drugging him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing him distracted, Chu Baihan asked with concern.

"It’s nothing, this Prince was just thinking about how to explain things to the two little ones," Yan Lin said with a forced smile, speaking in a light tone.

He couldn’t tell her the truth.

Because what he was actually thinking about was how her father, the Emperor, and her brother had drugged him.

"Don’t worry, those two little ones will surely be very happy to know the truth," Chu Baihan said with a smile.

"Alright, one must not be disheveled when seeing the Emperor. I will go change my clothes first."

She nodded to Yan Lin and then turned and left.

As Yan Lin watched her departing figure, after staring for a long while, he then went back into the dark chamber.

At this time, inside the dark chamber, Shi Zhouhan had already been tortured by Wuming and the others to the brink of death.

"Step back. This Prince will interrogate him," Yan Lin said calmly.

"Yes, Prince," they responded.

Prince?

Shi Zhouhan held onto his last bit of rationality and tried to open his eyes to look at Yan Lin.

Because Yan Lin was still wearing Tang Ze’s mask, Shi Zhouhan was a bit puzzled.

"Since when did the Tang Sect Master become a Prince? Could it be that currying favor with the Eldest Princess was successful, and so the Emperor bestowed upon you the title of Prince?" he asked with a sarcastic tone.

"But then, you are a figure in Jianghu. How mighty you are in Jianghu! Why would you stoop to being Nan Baihan’s useless son-in-law?"

"I know, you’ve gone through all this trouble flattering the Crown Prince and the Emperor just for the sake of Nan Baihan," he said.

"But I can’t understand it; Nan Baihan is nothing more than a pair of worn-out shoes. What about her is worth your undying pursuit?"

Even at a time like this, Shi Zhouhan still did not forget to sow discord between Chu Baihan and Yan Lin.

"Are you aware that there was originally a child in the Princess Residence? The common people may not understand, but I’m very clear that he was Nan Baihan’s son. I later heard that she also had a daughter. Who knows how many lovers she has had..."

"If not for her status as the Eldest Princess, I would never have any interest in such a self-disrespecting, vile pair of worn-out shoes!"

"You, the esteemed Tang Sect Master, could it be that you wish to accept these worn-out shoes for a hollow title in the Imperial Family?"

Shi Zhouhan’s words, sentence by sentence, ridiculed Chu Baihan as nothing more than a pair of worn-out shoes.

He looked at Yan Lin with a gaze that even carried a hint of provocation.

So what if he’s the Tang Sect Master? He’s still picking up someone else’s discarded shoes!

At that moment, Yan Lin took out a small bottle from his person.

He wasn’t in a hurry to open the bottle, but instead asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who she originally was?"

"I naturally know, the Princess Consort of Yan Country. But I’ve heard that the Prince does not favor her," Shi Zhouhan sneered.

It was then that Yan Lin slowly removed his mask.

Seeing a completely unfamiliar face before him, Shi Zhouhan felt a hint of unease in his heart.

"I am indeed a Prince, but not a noble prince conferred by the Emperor. I am... Yan Lin," Yan Lin spoke with a cold voice.

The chill in his voice, as if the frost of December, pierced to the bone.

Shi Zhouhan’s smile froze in an instant.

What? He is Yan Lin? The Prince?

"I detest those who insult her the most," Yan Lin murmured faintly.

Then, right in front of Shi Zhouhan, he opened the bottle.

At first, Shi Zhouhan did not know what was happening, until countless tiny insects flew out of the bottle and then burrowed into his body...

He started to feel as if the flesh and blood of his body were being gnawed away bit by bit.

This pain was far more fearsome than the tortures Wuming had just used.

"Give me a quick death with a single stab."

After being tormented for a long while, Shi Zhouhan’s eyeballs even begun to bleed, his fingernails had been ripped apart, and his fingers were a bloody mess.

Now, he only wished for death.

"How could I let you die? Just endure it. This is only the first day of your punishment," Yan Lin said looking down on him with a cold sneer.

After saying this, he turned around and left.

He would not let go of those who attempted to harm her.

...

Dawn was gradually breaking.

Before entering the palace, Chu Baihan decided to check on the two little ones, lest they were still worried about her.

She and Yan Lin arrived at the door together.

Before they even entered, the voices of the two little ones conversing could be heard.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Chu Junxi had just gotten up and saw Yan Jingjing alone by the bed fiddling with something; he rubbed his eyes and could not help but ask curiously.

On hearing the voice, Yan Jingjing quickly turned around and answered sternly, "This is what I asked Aunt Ruolan to find for me, the portraits of eligible bachelors from prestigious families in the capital who haven’t married yet."

Chu Junxi: "Ah?"

His plump little face was filled with confusion at this moment.

"Ah what? Come and help me look. If we can find a suitable portrait, no, as many as possible, it doesn’t matter, as long as they are suitable," Jingjing said with a stern little face.

"I still don’t understand what you want to do."

The normally astute Chu Junxi was confused as well.

"Don’t you get it? I’m selecting a Prince Consort for mother," Jingjing said with her arms akimbo and a serious expression on her face.

Chu Junxi: "..."

Outside, Chu Baihan and Yan Lin: "..."

"Sister, we have a father. And didn’t you say yesterday that you want Master Tang to also join our Princess Residence? Why still choose a Prince Consort?" Chu Junxi asked helplessly.

"What’s wrong with having more people for a livelier atmosphere?" Jingjing asked back earnestly.