Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 195 Love Poems

As Lord Wu spoke, the eyes of the people in the courtyard were focused on Tang Jingchen, waiting for his response.

Zhao Yunrong sat upright on the armchair, and once again looked for Xiao Guoer's figure out of the corner of his eye.

Unlike the previous two times when the little girl had no expression on her face, this time there seemed to be a glimmer in her eyes. It was beyond his expectation that she held back her tears for so long.

Maybe it was because she suddenly learned about the accident and couldn't react for a while, and she was too sad and heartbroken, so she couldn't cry? So now, does this mean that she has recognized the reality and is extremely disappointed with Tang Jingchen?

"Tang Jingchen, do you have anything else to say?" The Eighth Prince's low voice sounded, seeming to contain endless wrath of thunder.

Hearing the angry rebuke, Tang Jingchen turned his gaze away from Xiao Guoer and looked at the high and mighty Eighth Prince. He still spoke in a firm tone, "Prince! I still say the same thing. I have never done anything to let down the Wu family or Miss Wu! After I fainted, the soup bowl was most likely replaced by someone else, so the soup bowl cannot be used as evidence at all!"

Xiao Guoer didn't want to stay here any longer. She couldn't bear the fact that her love ended in such a bloody plot. The sadness and pain made her head dizzy. She staggered and wanted to leave.

But as soon as she took a step, the two people who had been watching her in the courtyard immediately noticed her movement.

Although Tang Jingchen looked at the Eighth Prince, his peripheral vision was always focused on Xiao Guoer. Seeing her walk out in despair and sadness, he knew that she had already sentenced him to death in her heart. He no longer cared about anything else and quickly changed the subject and said anxiously, "I have someone I love in my life. I will never fall in love with someone else, and I will never do anything to let her down! I swear here that if I, Tang Jingchen, do anything to let Xiao Guoer down, I am willing to be struck by lightning and have no descendants!"

Upon hearing this, everyone at the scene widened their eyes in shock. No one had expected that Tang Jingchen would swear such a poisonous oath for Xiao Guoer, not to mention that Xiao Guoer was a man! Although everyone knew what the two had done before, to make their love public was simply a great offense and was unacceptable to the world!

Only Wu Qingqing and Zhao Yunrong knew the inside story. They did not show indignation like the others, but they were also shocked. There was even a hint of gloom in Zhao Yunrong's eyes.

Xiao Guoer's footsteps paused as Tang Jingchen spoke, her body trembled, and her heart seemed to be hit hard by a drumstick, causing both pain and numbness.

She suddenly remembered that he seemed to have said something similar to her about cutting off the family line. That was not long ago. She asked him what to do if his parents didn't agree to him marrying her. He said, "I am the only heir of the Tang family. If my father doesn't agree to me marrying you, then he can expect his family line to be cut off."

Xiao Guo'er thought about the sweetness of the past, and suddenly she felt sad and miserable. Her heart was filled with resentment and sadness, and her feet involuntarily changed direction.

The two looked at each other from a distance again, both of them seemed to have infinite sadness in their expressions.

Zhao Yunrong took in Xiao Guoer's seemingly moved expression, and a hint of cruelty flashed across his narrow eyes for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and glanced coldly at Wu Qingqing.

When Wu Qingqing saw the look in the Eighth Prince's eyes, her scalp tightened and she felt desolate in her heart. However, she still endured the bitterness and said, "Prince! I swear here that if I lie tonight, you will kill me without a burial place!"

Wu Qingqing's words drew the attention of everyone present away from the shock of Tang Jingchen's words.

Tang Jingchen's face was obviously filled with anger, Xiao Guoer's face showed pain and struggle, and the others' faces showed shock, anger, and so on.

Only the Eighth Prince had no expression of joy or anger on his face. He still spoke in a serious tone, "Swearing and swearing cannot be used as evidence. The two of you insist on your own opinions. Do you have any other evidence to prove your innocence?"

Tang Jingchen naturally had no evidence, so Wu Qingqing spoke again, "I have something that can prove that Mr. Tang and I... had a private relationship." Her voice was a little shy and embarrassed, as if she couldn't bring herself to speak.

At this point, Wu Qingqing slowly took out a delicate handkerchief from her bosom, held it tightly in both hands, and slowly raised it in front of her. She lowered her head, blushed slightly, and said shyly, "This is my handkerchief. On it is a poem written by Mr. Tang... when he was in love... and presented to me."

She spoke haltingly, her voice trembling and hesitant, as if she was extremely ashamed, as if she would never want to reveal it to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary.

Zhao Yunrong took it and unfolded it. He saw a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on the handkerchief, which looked lifelike, as if they were vividly displayed before his eyes. Next to the mandarin ducks, there were two lines of poetry:

Life and Death, and the Story of a Son

Holding your hand and growing old together

Zhao Yunrong sneered, threw the handkerchief in front of Tang Jingchen, and asked in a cold tone, "How are you going to argue for this?"

The other people in the courtyard saw that after the Eighth Prince looked at the handkerchief, he actually used the word "sophistry" to describe Tang Jingchen, which showed that he had already made up his mind.

Everyone was curious about what was written on the handkerchief, which made the Eighth Prince, who had been unclear about his attitude, suddenly make a decision.

Tang Jingchen watched the handkerchief floating in front of him. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger. He slowly picked it up, and when he saw the poem on it, his eyes widened instantly and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

How is this possible? It's really his handwriting!

"Impossible! Impossible! I have never written this poem, and I will never give it to Miss Wu!"

Everyone could see that the Eighth Prince had lost his patience. His eyes were oppressive and his voice was full of authority as he shouted coldly, "Come here, bring paper and pen! Let this bastard write down this poem himself! It will be clear at a glance whether it is true or not!"

As soon as the Eighth Prince finished speaking, someone brought paper and pen, but Tang Jingchen kept gritting his teeth, staring at the handkerchief, and never took the pen.

Zhao Yunrong was about to urge her when he saw Xiao Guoer walking slowly towards him.

Veins bulged on Tang Jingchen's forehead and he felt like vomiting blood with hatred, but he could not think of any way to prove his innocence. He watched helplessly as he fell into a trap carefully designed for him by others, covered in mud and unable to escape.

Suddenly, he felt a shadow cast in front of him, and the handkerchief in his hand was gently taken away by a trembling hand.

He looked up suddenly and found that Xiao Guoer had walked in front of him without knowing when.

Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were full of pain and despair, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she would fall down at any time.

Tang Jingchen's heart sank suddenly. He reached out his hand to take the handkerchief, but she avoided his hand.

Xiao Guoer opened her eyes wide and stared at the handkerchief, as if she wanted to see through it.

The extremely familiar handwriting came into view, every stroke was so clear and so dazzling.

Her heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and the last bit of hope she had disappeared without a trace.