After rebirth, the scumbag prince only wants to pamper his wife every day

Dali Temple.

Lin Weiran has been in jail for several days.

At first, he was full of indignation and made a lot of noise and trouble in the Dali Temple dungeon. The jailer whipped him twice and he finally kept quiet for half a day.

Later, the housekeeper of the Lin Mansion came over.

He led people to bring food and drinks to Lin Weiran, carefully applied medicine to his wounds, and gave him some kind words of advice.

I don’t know if Lin Weiran listened to me, but at least he stopped making trouble from time to time.

On the contrary, he quickly adjusted his state, eating and drinking as usual, and seemed not worried at all that he would not be able to get out, let alone that after the Lin family's housekeeper came, someone in the prison would dare to beat and scold him.

When He Qingchen arrived at the dungeon, he saw Lin Weiran leisurely eating and drinking well in the prison.

His gaze fell on the fragrant rice wine and tender meat dishes in front of Lin Weiran.

After taking another look at the other cells, which were completely different from the dishes here, his face suddenly turned cold and his eyes were blazing, almost burning Lin Weiran.

Lin Weiran's expression froze for a moment.

Then, an indifferent, nonchalant attitude appeared on his face.

Upon hearing the sound, the jailer quickly opened the cell door.

He Qingchen strode forward and with a flying kick, he knocked over all the dishes in Lin Weiran's hands.

Lin Weiran looked at the dishes that had fallen to the ground but still smelled slightly fragrant with some distress. A fire was rising in his heart: "What are you doing?"

He Qingchen ignored him and turned his cold eyes to the jailer: "I didn't know when the Dali Temple became... so humane. Even the lunch we eat on weekdays is divided into different levels."

The jailer, whose thoughts were hit, lowered his head immediately.

They didn't dare to refute what He Qingchen said, because... this was the fact.

"Who said that criminals can't buy things with money? I bought all these lunch and rice wine with my own money."

"You bought it with money?" Ye Feng, who was standing behind He Qingchen, sneered disdainfully, "So, Master Lin is not short of money? Why do I remember that Master Lin was locked up here because he had no money?"

When Lin Weiran heard this, his face suddenly turned red.

Lin Weiran gnashed his teeth and stared at He Qingchen, cursing, "You're talking nonsense. How could this young master be penniless? Looking around the capital, many businesses and shops belong to our Lin family. It was that little bitch Shen Guidi who set me up and got me caught..."

Before he could finish his words, in the blink of an eye, he was pulled against the wall by He Qingchen.

He Qingchen grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up, slamming his back heavily against the stone wall. He grimaced in pain, but the gradually increasing force on his neck made him dizzy and his eyes bloodshot.

He tried desperately to pry He Qingchen apart with his hands.

He Qingchen, however, did not move at all.

The physical gap between scholars and warriors was vividly displayed at this moment.

Lin Weiran's breathing became tight, his face turned blue, and his gaze unexpectedly met He Qingchen's icy eyes. At that moment, he clearly saw the strong murderous intent in He Qingchen's eyes.

He was horrified.

Although he had a hunch that He Qingchen wouldn't be stupid enough to kill him in public, what if?

Lin Weiran was scared.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he opened his mouth again and again, but no sound came out: "My lord, please, please don't kill me..."

Not only did He Qingchen ignore him, he also deliberately pressed him hard.

When he started to roll his eyes, he threw him aside and threw him to the ground, saying nonchalantly: "If you don't want your tongue anymore, I don't mind cutting it off for you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the people present.

That look was full of warning.

The jailers subconsciously shut their mouths and shrank back.

Lin Weiran, who was thrown to the ground, choked and coughed for a long time, gasping for breath, supporting his body in fear, and sticking tightly to the wall.

He Qingchen sneered, pointed at Lin Weiran who was almost strangled to death and said, "From now on, if I hear you, or any of you, belittle or insult my princess again, he will be punished."

The jailers swallowed and shook their heads instinctively.

He Qingchen didn't care about them.

He waved his hand to the people behind him and said, "You all go out first. I have something else to talk to my brother-in-law about."

The irrelevant people walked out as if they were escaping.

Ye Feng chased after him and added, "The prince has not been to the Dali Temple today, do you know?"

Those people were stunned.

Then he nodded repeatedly.

One of them was quite shocked. He thought of the injuries on Lin Weiran's body and immediately said, "No one else came to the prison today. Mr. Lin's injuries were caused by his own fall."

The others suddenly realized and expressed their "loyalty" once again.

Ye Feng smiled at the man with satisfaction. After they all walked away, he called someone over to guard the cell door, and then he quickly returned to the cell where Lin Weiran was imprisoned.

Lin Weiran's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at He Qingchen with vigilance.

He Qingchen stood upright in the middle of the cell.

He glanced at Lin Weiran lightly and chuckled, "Do you know what I am here for today?"

Lin Weiran swallowed and didn't reply.

He Qingchen didn't care about his answer, and just said calmly: "The princess is in a bad mood today. I don't know the princess well enough, and I don't know how to coax her. So I thought, you are her brother, you must know how to coax her, right?"

"..." Lin Weiran was speechless.

Does he look like he knows how to coax that bitch?

Didn’t she see that their relationship was so bad that she sent him to the Dali Temple?

"If Mr. Lin doesn't know how to coax the princess, I have thought of a good way." He Qingchen looked at Lin Weiran indifferently, talking to himself, his eyes slightly empty and confused.

Even though he was almost strangled to death just now, Lin Weiran still pricked up his ears as he listened to He Qingchen's words.

On the day in Rong'an Tower, he heard in a daze that the bitch named Shen was the Princess of Yan. He was almost stunned. After that, he was locked up in the Dali Temple. The housekeeper came and he asked about it.

But the butler looked very secretive and avoided talking about it.

There was no way, he could only suppress all these doubts.

During the past two days, everyone thought that he had long accepted the fact that he was imprisoned in the Dali Temple. Only he himself knew that although he seemed to be eating and drinking well, he actually suffered from sleepless nights.

He was studying in the academy and hadn't been back for some time.

When he came back this time, he always felt that something was wrong.

The Princess of Yan became the bitch named Shen from the side courtyard. Rong'an Tower and Guyue Pavilion were sent to the Prince of Yan's Mansion by his father. Something must have happened to his sister Lin Qingran as well.

As he repeatedly discovered He Qingchen's doting and love for that bitch, his heart became colder.