My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived
Chapter 283 Father Emperor’s Intentions

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 Father Emperor’s Intentions

"I am right here. If you feel pain, just talk to me...and if that’s still not enough, you can even bite my hand," Yan Lin said very seriously.

If he could, he would be willing to take on all the pain for her.

"I’m fine. I can bear this much pain," Chu Baihan said through gritted teeth.

A thin layer of sweat had appeared on her forehead.

The sensation of the knife touching her bones was truly uncomfortable.

But she couldn’t clench her fists because it would affect Tang Zishen’s ability to use the knife.

It was evident that Tang Zishen had practiced his medical skills a lot over the years.

His incisions were very skillful; even though the knife went so deep, it didn’t cause too much bleeding.

Everyone held their breath, watching Tang Zishen nervously as he operated.

Finally, after an hour.

Tang Zishen finished bandaging both of Chu Baihan’s hands as if wrapping dumplings and let out a sigh of relief.

"Master, I’ve done it, I really did it."

Looking up, Tang Zishen’s eyes were red as he gazed at Chu Baihan.

If it weren’t for the fact that his master’s hands were compromised, he would have embraced her himself.

He still remembered the first time he saw his master save someone with a knife; he was utterly shocked then...

He could never forget that scene.

So, it was possible to save people like that.

At that time, he made a silent vow to be just like his master.

After many years of hard practice, he had finally succeeded.

"Very good, you did very well," Chu Baihan said with a smile.

She felt both relieved and proud to have such an apprentice.

"Be careful with your hands."

At that moment, Yan Lin’s mind was completely focused on Chu Baihan’s hands, fearing she might get injured again.

"It’s fine. Now we just have to wait for the wounds to heal," Chu Baihan spoke lightly.

Just then, Wuming’s stern voice came from the door.

"Princess Residence, the Emperor summons you to the Imperial Palace."

The Emperor summons her to the palace?

Chu Baihan’s expression darkened slightly.

It was apparent to anyone...she was not pleased.

Indeed, she had already informed the Emperor and the Crown Prince that she would be cutting flesh and scraping bone these past few days. The Emperor...surely he wouldn’t have forgotten, would he?

So why is he summoning her to the palace now?

Is it still about the Empress Dowager and the Princess?

"I will go to the palace on your behalf," Yan Lin said coldly at that moment.

His voice contained a chilling tone.

He was displeased with Nanduan Kingdom.

"Yan Lin, I..." Chu Baihan frowned, her expression grave.

She didn’t want Yan Lin to be involved in these matters.

"I am your husband, the father of your children. If I cannot deal with such a trivial matter for you, then what purpose do I serve in this world?" Yan Lin said in a very serious tone.

After saying this, he gave Nan Xing and Ruolan a look, signaling them to take good care of Chu Baihan, then he turned and left.

A few days ago in the Imperial Palace, Nan Shi had hurt Hanhan with an inkstone. At that time, considering the father-daughter relationship between Hanhan and Nan Shi, he refrained from getting angry.

But this time, Hanhan was not by his side, and he certainly didn’t spare any mercy for Nan Shi.

Seeing Chu Baihan still gazing in the direction of the door, Nan Xing hurried to comfort her, "Princess, don’t worry, the Prince will surely be able to handle these matters for you."

"I’m not worried about Yan Lin. I’m just wondering what Father Emperor wants to summon me to the palace for this time," she murmured softly.

From the moment the inkstone injured her forehead, it seemed she had lost much affection for the so-called father-daughter bond of the Royal Family.

...

The Imperial Palace, still the familiar Imperial Study.

In front of Nan Shi was a chessboard.

Hearing the noise behind him, he spoke indifferently, "You’re here, let’s play a game then."

Yan Lin approached him.

His cold eyes swept over the chessboard before he quickly sat down.

Seeing him, Nan Shi was not surprised, as if he had expected his arrival.

"How is my Princess?" Nan Shi asked in a complex tone.

He had sent the Imperial Physician to the Princess Residence, but they were all rejected.

He didn’t know the state of her wound.

"Emperor, are you trying to act as if hitting her was no big deal after giving her a slap?" Yan Lin glanced at Nan Shi and sarcastically began.

Without waiting for Nan Shi’s response, he immediately picked up a chess piece and placed it on the board.

Seeing this, Nan Shi had no choice but to push other thoughts aside and focus solely on playing chess with him.

The two men sparred on the chessboard, moves and counter-moves, and the eunuchs watching were filled with trepidation.

Apart from the Princess and the Crown Prince, this was the first time they saw the Emperor play chess with someone where it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe.

Finally, Nan Shi placed a chess piece down.

He looked up at Yan Lin with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You’ve lost. From the start, you were impetuous; every move was aggressive but full of flaws. You need to temper your temperament..."

Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Yan Lin’s eyes.

He probably understood what the other meant.

"Emperor, are you blaming me for having Nan Leqin’s hands broken?" he asked quietly.

If they dared to treat his Princess Consort like that, they should face the consequences.

Having Nan Leqin’s hands broken was already his mercy.

Nan Shi frowned and after a long while spoke, "Leqin has received the punishment she deserved; her purity is gone, and now she does not wish to live. But why did you still have someone come into the palace to break her hands?"

"Emperor, so you think what I did was wrong?"

Yan Lin eyed Nan Shi, a trace of sarcastic smile on his lips.

"I’m not saying you were wrong, just that you were too rash. You had other ways to punish her, but you..."

Nan Shi tried to persuade Yan Lin to be more composed.

What he didn’t know was that a murderous intent had already flashed through Yan Lin’s eyes.

"Emperor, I think the only other punishment would be to kill her. Would you accept that?" He spoke in a chilling tone.

"How dare you! That’s Royal blood you’re talking about, and yet you harbor thoughts of murder." At that moment, a eunuch beside them started to scold Yan Lin.

Nan Shi frowned but didn’t speak.

His attitude clearly showed he agreed with the eunuch’s words.

"Leqin is naive and has made many mistakes, but I think there’s still a chance for redemption. Yet, you repeatedly seek revenge for Hanhan, inevitably deepening Leqin’s resentment and leaving her with no path to turn back," said Nan Shi with a complicated tone.

"This Prince truly feels sorry for my Princess Consort, guarding the lands of the Nanduan Kingdom for such a father," Yan Lin spoke with irony in his voice.

What was even stronger in his heart was pity.

He finally understood why, that day when the inkstone came flying, Hanhan did not dodge.

She wanted him to give up hope.

Nan Shi truly could not be considered a good Father Emperor.

"Emperor, this is not called reckless action..."

Yan Lin lowered his gaze, his slender fingers moving a chess piece onto the board.

And then he broke the deadlock from earlier.