My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 279 Chu Baihan Gets Angry

Chapter 279: Chapter 279 Chu Baihan Gets Angry

"Alright. I shouldn’t have asked Eighth Brother, after all, he nearly lost his precious wife once."

Yan Lian let out a long sigh.

Yan Lin: "..."

Ziyi swallowed hard.

From the corner of his eye, he observed their master’s face growing colder and colder, and he couldn’t help but reflect internally.

The fact that Prince Nine is still alive means he must have accumulated virtue in his past life.

He really knows how to ignite his master’s anger.

However, Prince Lian was still oblivious, continuing with a sigh, "Women need to be coaxed after all. It seems I need to find more of these books to read, perhaps then I’ll gain some experience."

He turned and left the moment he finished speaking.

At this point, Yan Lin’s expression became ice-cold, with a hint of profoundness between his eyebrows.

Ziyi thought he was angry about what Prince Nine had just said.

So, he quickly advised, "Master, don’t be angry, Prince Nine was just speaking without thinking. You and the Princess Consort are on very good terms now."

"Did you just... hear Yan Lian mention looking for books?"

Yan Lin raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked such a question as he looked at Ziyi.

"Ah?" Ziyi was almost too slow to catch on.

"Master, well, it seems so. Prince Nine said that women need to be coaxed, and he plans to find books to read, perhaps to gain some experience," Ziyi hurriedly responded after regaining his composure.

So that was it...

A flicker of realization passed through Yan Lin’s eyes.

"Alright, that’s all, you can withdraw," he said in a low voice.

"Yes, your subordinate obeys," Ziyi responded.

Without giving much thought, Ziyi turned to leave.

But as he was about to step through the door, the awkward voice of his master suddenly reached him from behind.

"Ahem, wait a moment, Ziyi, do you know where in the Nanduan Capital one can find the most books?"

"Ah?" Ziyi was confused again.

"Ahem, I’ve been feeling a bit bored lately, so I thought of finding some books to read, to pass the time," Yan Lin cleared his throat before speaking solemnly.

So that was it.

Ziyi nodded and then promptly replied, "To answer the master, if you need any books, your subordinate can find them for you."

"No need, I prefer to find books myself, it’s more enjoyable that way."

Yan Lin kept a stern face and replied seriously.

"Your subordinate remembers that there is a place in the capital called Xuan Market, where most of the books can be found. It is said that all the books in the world can be found there."

"Hmm, you may go," Yan Lin said.

Watching Ziyi’s retreating figure, the slender fingers of Prince Lin came to rest on the table, and his eyes revealed a flicker of emotion.

...

"Princess, what are you doing?"

Under the clear moonlight, Chen Yuexin walked past the medicine garden carrying a wooden basin, when suddenly she saw a figure in the garden and couldn’t resist calling out.

Chu Baihan was personally picking herbs, and upon hearing the sound, she immediately turned around.

"It’s you, I’m picking herbs," Chu Baihan said quietly.

"Princess, how could we allow you to do such rough work, let your servant do it," Chen Yuexin hastily put down the wooden basin and walked in quickly.

"There’s no need, I myself personally pick the herbs because others do not understand, they cannot find the herbs I want," Chu Baihan declined with a smile.

But Chen Yuexin asked seriously, "Princess, what herbs do you need?"

"Herbs for treating a forehead wound," Chu Baihan blurted out.

Her father’s inkstone had struck her forehead, leaving a wound that bled profusely; it was bound to scar.

She too was a woman who cherished her appearance; naturally, she did not want a hideous scar on her forehead.

So we must be even more careful with the treatment.

Upon hearing these words, Chen Yuexin immediately turned around and pulled up several herbs from nearby.

"Princess Consort, take a look, do you need these three types of herbs?"

Seeing the herbs in Chen Yuexin’s hands, a flash of realization sped through Chu Baihan’s eyes.

"You understand herbs?" she asked in surprise.

"Replying to Your Highness, I know a little. Actually, I am not from Nanduan Country. In my earlier years, I was a beggar living on alms. Later, I met a kind-hearted person who took me into her medicine hall. Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long. The medicine hall met with mishap, and my master disappeared. I was also trafficked to Nanduan Country, and the person who beat and scolded me day and night was actually my adoptive father," Chen Yuexin said in one breath.

Chu Baihan listened with a heart thumping violently.

Because she remembered something.

Back when she was still Princess Consort Yan Lin, she had helped a little beggar.

She even named that person "Feng Shan."

Later, she encountered trouble at the temple, Guangming Hall also met with trouble, and Feng Shan’s whereabouts became unknown.

"Do you know where you were from before you were trafficked?" she asked anxiously.

The more she looked at the other’s brows and eyes, the more familiar they seemed.

"Replying to Your Highness, I am from Xiyue Country," Chen Yuexin continued to answer.

Xiyue Country?

Chu Baihan felt a momentary sense of loss.

She had thought that the other was Feng Shan.

But she wasn’t ready to give up, she continued to probe, "Have you ever been to Yan Country before?"

"Replying to Your Highness, I have never been to Yan Country from childhood to adulthood," Chen Yuexin said firmly.

Alright then...

Chu Baihan withdrew her gaze, hiding the loss in her eyes.

She is not Feng Shan!

"Princess Consort, is there something wrong, did I say something amiss?"

Seeing her look of disappointment, Chen Yuexin was very nervous, and she timidly asked further.

"Don’t be anxious, the princess was just asking casually," Chu Baihan said with a light voice.

Her peripheral vision noticed the wooden basin outside that still contained many clothes, and her gaze darkened slightly.

"It’s so late at night, why haven’t you rested yet?" she asked seriously.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuexin’s eyes darted around.

She stammered, "I, I can’t sleep."

"Can’t sleep?"

Seeing the heavy shadows under her eyes, Chu Baihan knew she was lying.

Suddenly, her peripheral vision caught sight of the scars on the back of Chen Yuexin’s hands.

Her expression became even more grave.

"Stretch out your hand," she commanded.

"My, my hand is very ugly, Princess Consort had better not look," Chen Yuexin hid her hand behind her back, her tone panicked.

The more panicky she was, the more Chu Baihan was convinced that she was hiding something from her.

Chu Baihan reached out directly and grabbed her wrist.

Upon raising her hand to look, Chu Baihan discovered that it was covered with a myriad of scars from whippings.

"I remember you didn’t have these wounds when you were with the An Family. What exactly happened here?" Chu Baihan asked, her voice barely concealing her anger.

"I, I accidentally hurt myself," Chen Yuexin swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering in panic, and she answered in a soft voice.

Knowing she was lying but not pressing her, Chu Baihan thought to herself.

This is the Princess Residence, and some matters she could investigate on her own.

"Follow me, I’ll apply medicine for you," Chu Baihan said coldly.