What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?-Chapter 73: She Can’t Be Relied On

Late autumn, early morning.

The mist had just lifted, dew not yet dried, and the ginkgo leaves on one side of the corridor were sparkling with white frost.

Suddenly, "thud, thud, thud"—footsteps pounded, knocking off the frost from the leaves and dew from the blossoms.

At the end of the corridor, a girl ran lightly, holding up her skirt, her steps quick and lively as if hopping, the colorful embroidered cape fluttered with her movements, resembling a cheerful brocade sparrow from afar.

"Second Miss!" The servants along the way greeted her one after another.

Tang Xiaobai hurriedly responded, jumping off the corridor: "Ah Xiao—"

Li Mu, hearing the commotion, quickly walked out and saw the little girl standing at the courtyard gate with a wide smile, hands behind her back, her face flushed, and charming dimples as sweet as honey.

He couldn’t help but smile slightly, asking, "Second Miss, do you have good news to tell me?"

"Yes indeed!" Tang Xiaobai nodded with a smile, glancing behind him casually, and asked, "Where’s Ah Yuan?"

Li Mu’s smile faded a bit, answering, "Not here."

So early in the morning and already gone? Tang Xiaobai found it a bit strange.

"A maid called him away," Li Mu said blandly, "I don’t usually interact much with the maids in the mansion, unlike Ah Yuan who’s more familiar, so I don’t know which courtyard it was from."

Tang Xiaobai laughed with a "pfft," pulling him into the courtyard: "It’s fine he’s not here, I just happen to have something to say to you alone!"

Although this little miss was often quirky, she was easy to amuse. Upon hearing this, her demeanor softened instantly, quietly waiting for her to speak.

Tang Xiaobai cleared her throat, lowered her voice, and said, "You don’t have to leave the capital anymore!"

Her eyes and brows were filled with joy.

Li Mu saw this and couldn’t help but let the smile reach his own lips.

"What happened to Zhao Jing?" he asked knowingly.

"Zhao Jing escaped from prison!" Tang Xiaobai said happily.

Whether it was the sudden charge of deceit or Duke Yan’s military threats, she had been worried Zhao Jing might launch a desperate counterattack, using Qin Xiao’s identity as leverage with the emperor.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jing chose to break out and escape!

Perhaps Zhao Jing was reborn earlier and doesn’t yet know the identity of my little ancestor!

This is just perfect!

"If Zhao Jing is captured again, would the Second Miss still send me away?" The young boy said nonchalantly, lifting his hand to pick up a fallen leaf from her hair.

Tang Xiaobai snatched the ginkgo leaf, waved it in front of his eyes, and said cheerfully, "Not anymore! Whether Zhao Jing comes back or not, you don’t have to leave!"

Li Mu gazed at her for a moment, smiling slightly, "Thank you, Second Miss." Although he didn’t know why she cared so much about Zhao Jing, Li Mu appreciated her protectiveness.

Tang Xiaobai chuckled, "I didn’t do anything, it was my father who won a battle, Zhao Jing got scared!"

"All thanks to you, Second Miss."

Tang Xiaobai suddenly felt mischievous, "So how are you going to thank me?"

Li Mu was stunned for a moment, remembering her talk of "a hero saving a damsel in distress" from the other day, his face suddenly heated up, unable to speak.

Tang Xiaobai saw his awkward expression and laughed, "I’m just joking with you! You’re still young, learn your skills well and when you grow up, be my support!"

Li Mu felt somewhat aggrieved but nodded nonetheless.

The issue with Zhao Jing, the jailbreak was just a fluke, he hadn’t truly met her satisfaction.

He still had to work harder.

"Since Zhao Jing harbors ill intentions towards us, it’s better to capture him," Li Mu said, calming his mind. He couldn’t have the little girl constantly living in fear.

Tang Xiaobai nodded.

Though the threat to my little ancestor from Zhao Jing had been lifted, the enmity with the Duke Yan Mansion was set. A foe familiar with the plot lurked in the shadows, making it hard for her to sleep well.

But—

"Where will Zhao Jing flee to?"

...

"Zhao Jing?" A young nobleman sat with ease, a smirk of disdain on his lips, "A dog on the run, what backing does he have?"

Zhao Jing stood with his hands behind his back, his attire shabby yet calm, speaking lightly.

The young noble’s expression suddenly changed as he rose to his feet—

...

Zhao Jing’s whereabouts were for the elders to worry about.

Tang Xiaobai did care, but as a child, she couldn’t worry effectively even if she tried.

So she felt for the scar at the back of her head that was no longer there and went back to school.

She also handed in a hefty amount of homework she did during her break.

"I fear I’ve regressed quite a bit without a teacher’s guidance these days. I humbly ask for your teachings," she said seriously and modestly, keeping her pride in check while facing Mr. Zhang’s surprise.

Mr. Zhang had always known Second Miss Tang to be a diligent and eager student, so he merely nodded with approval, lowering his head to quickly flip through her work.

As he did, his eyes changed slightly, raising his head to look thoughtfully at the little girl.

Miss Tang’s eyes were adorably round and black, like wet black grapes, pure and bright, looking at him now with exceptional cuteness, as if she hadn’t done anything mischievous.

Mr. Zhang smiled, "Second Miss, please stay a while after class."

...

"These... weren’t done by the Second Miss, right?" Mr. Zhang pulled out several pages of the Crown Prince’s writing embedded in Second Miss Tang’s homework, laying them in front of her.

It had been half a year since Second Miss Tang last slipped in something extra.

This time, it wasn’t just one page; Mr. Zhang really couldn’t ignore it.

"Oh no!" Tang Xiaobai exclaimed theatrically, pretending to look over, then glanced at Mr. Zhang, weakly saying, "These weren’t written by me, they accidentally got mixed in..."

Li Mu stood at the door, hearing the little girl’s charade and couldn’t help but glance over.

What is she trying to do?

Mr. Zhang couldn’t figure it out either, just smiling, "Be more careful next time."

Tang Xiaobai was taken aback.

Just that?

How could that be enough!

After the threat of Zhao Jing’s rebirth, Tang Xiaobai realized a harsh truth—

She, couldn’t be relied upon!

In emergencies, she just fell apart.

So, she must quickly find a more reliable backing for her little ancestor!

For example, the Zhang Family of Qizhou.

Thus, half a year later, she again slipped in Ah Xiao’s writing with her homework—articles were still not enough, the gap couldn’t be too wide.

Sure enough, this caught Mr. Zhang’s attention this time.

But, how could he just notice it for a second?

She wouldn’t allow it!

"Sir, how do you think this writing is?" Tang Xiaobai took the initiative to lead, "This was written by Ah Xiao. Even though he’s not been practicing long, his writing is much better than mine, wouldn’t you agree, sir?" She said, intending to glance outside.

Before she could see Ah Xiao outside, her peripheral vision was unexpectedly caught by a sudden image, making her instinctively look back.

Upon a closer look, Tang Xiaobai was suddenly stunned.

"Indeed quite good, unless one has innate talent, it looks as though there’s seven or eight years of expertise—" Mr. Zhang said, noticing the girl’s change in expression.

His gaze followed onto the table, he too was slightly taken aback.