My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived-Chapter 47 - She Hates Him

Did you know me before?”

For the first time, Yan Lin lost his composure in front of others.

He reached out, wanting to remove her veil.

But she was no ordinary person; with an agile and smooth movement, she stepped several paces away from him.

“Impressive skills!” Yan Lian couldn’t help but let out a cry of admiration.

But as soon as those words left his mouth, he regretted them, remembering his eighth brother was still there, and quickly covered his mouth.

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“Is this how Yan Country treats its guests?” Su Jingfu angrily moved in front of Yan Lin.

“Eighth brother, you’ve gone too far.”

Yan Xiao spoke out with a rebuke at this moment.

“Princess, are you all right?” Su Jingfu turned around, asking with concern.

“I am unharmed.

The Prince must have acted without thinking today, I won’t dwell on it.

However, I would ask that the Prince refrains from such actions in the future, I cannot withstand such shocks!”

“Princess, it was my eighth brother who was impolite.

I apologize to you on his behalf.

Our father has already had a Princess Residence built for you, and you may move in immediately.”

Yan Xiao approached Chu Baihan with a demeanor far more gentle and courteous than that of Yan Lin.

“All right, I appreciate your trouble, Crown Prince.”

As the crowd slowly dispersed, Yan Lin remained standing in place.

“Master, are you all right?” Ziyi approached, asking with concern.

“It’s her, it must be her, she’s not dead!”

Yan Lin turned his head, his eyes revealing a touch of madness.

Ziyi and Ziwu exchanged glances before speaking with defeat in their tone, “Prince, it might just be a resemblance.

The Princess Consort died along with the young Princely Heir in that fire six years ago.”

By the time they finished, their voices were slightly choked.

They still remembered that day when Doctor Wei returned to the Prince Residence and reported that the Princess Consort had gone out.

Searching all the way, they found the temple ablaze with fire.

The Prince charged in heedlessly, burning his back, but the ones brought out were three corpses, one of which bore jewelry identical to that of the Princess Consort.

Doctor Wei had even said…

At the time, the Princess Consort was pregnant, and an examination of the bodies showed indeed that one of them was with child.

Thus, the Princess Consort was truly dead!

She and the young Princely Heir, who had not yet come into this world, perished together.

“Prince, it truly is just a lookalike.

Otherwise, why would the Princess Consort, if she were still alive, not have come to find you all these years?” Ziwu continued to persuade.

“Yes, Prince, although that Princess wears a veil, there’s no tear mole under her eyes, so she cannot be the Princess Consort,” Ziyi considered for a moment before speaking solemnly.

At Ziyi’s words, Yan Lin’s tall stature staggered.

He clenched his fists, his entire being shrouded in gloom.

The day of her calamity, he had been so furious that he spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, which unexpectedly restored his eyesight completely, allowing him to see everything clearly.

But he could no longer see her.

In the days of his subsequent despair, he had Ziyi describe her appearance in detail, as he attempted to draw her likeness on paper.

Yet when a vivid and spirited woman took shape on the paper, one sentence from Ziyi had petrified him.

“The Princess Consort had a tear mole under her right eye.”

A tear mole…

Right, how could he have forgotten about this?

The little girl also had a mole by the corner of her eye.

So it turns out, the young girl from back then was not Liu Shuxin at all, but Chu Baihan who had always been at his side.

The person he had been searching for so long was right beside him all along, yet he never knew how to cherish her.

“That’s right, the eldest princess indeed does not have a mole; she’s not the one,” Yan Lin said with a bitter smile, returning to his usual cold and aloof demeanor.

He turned around and walked step by step toward the Prince Residence.

His silhouette was a mix of solitude and gloom.

…

On the other hand, after entering the Princess Residence and closing the door behind them,

two maidservants removed their veils, revealing two familiar faces.

They were Nan Xing and Ruolan.

“Princess, I was scared to death just now.

The Prince looked even more terrifying than he did six years ago,” Ruolan muttered dejectedly.

Hearing Ruolan’s words, Chu Baihan, not far away, stiffened in her steps, a chill rising in her body.

Nan Xing elbowed Ruolan hastily.

Hadn’t they agreed not to mention that heartless man in front of the princess!

Ruolan realized her mistake and, vexed, smacked her own mouth, quickly apologizing, “I’m sorry, Princess, I misspoke.”

Chu Baihan raised her hand to pour herself a cup of tea, and because she moved too hastily, a long and hideous scar on her fair arm under her sleeve became visible.

It was left by that great fire.

Seeing the scar, Chu Baihan bit her lower lip so hard that a bead of blood emerged.

After a long while, she let out a breath of tainted air and said softly, “Don’t forget the true purpose of our return.

Before the matter is resolved, do not provoke Yan Lin.”

If asked whether she hated Yan Lin or not,

her answer would naturally be yes.

Over these years, every night when she dreamed, she would relive the helplessness of that fire.

She dreamed of her sincere heart being trampled upon.

But could she now rush at him with a knife to kill him and vent her anger?

No, she couldn’t.

There were more important things for her to do.

Besides, she couldn’t let Yan Lin die so easily; otherwise, how could she compensate for the years of pain she had suffered?

“Yes, Princess,” the maids replied.

Ruolan and Nan Xing exchanged glances, quickly nodding in agreement.

“There’s a banquet in Yan Country tonight; get ready, you’ll be attending with me,” she ordered.

“Yes, Princess,” they responded.

“By the way, Princess, just now, the Eastern Palace, the Crown Prince’s residence, the Third Prince’s residence, and the Fifth Prince’s residence all sent us their greetings in secret,” Nan Xing remembered, and promptly handed the greeting cards to Chu Baihan.

Chu Baihan looked at the four greeting cards with a touch of irony flashing in her eyes.

Indeed, the temptation that came with the identity of the eldest princess of Nanduan Kingdom was something no one could resist.

Whomever she married would mean gaining the support of Nanduan Kingdom, making the fight for the throne much easier.

“Princess, if you don’t like them, I can throw these greeting cards away for you,” Nan Xing suggested.

Back in Nanduan Kingdom, those aristocratic family sons spared no effort in trying to have an audience with the princess.

Every time the greeting cards reached the Princess Residence, the princess would throw them away without even a glance.

“There’s no need.

Just this one,” Chu Baihan drew one card from the bunch, “Send a reply saying that if the princess has time one of these days, she will surely accept the invitation.”

Seeing the name on the greeting card, Nan Xing and Ruolan wore peculiar expressions.

Because the person the princess chose…

Turned out to be Yan Jin, the Fifth Prince.