The queen of the end times is reborn and goes crazy, her whole family is burned to death

Chapter 189 The Prince of Zhennan is about to return to Beijing

Yan Wanwan looked at Qin Yu, her eyes covered with a thin layer of frost, and her voice was filled with unconcealed helplessness, as if she was caught in an unsolvable dilemma. She slowly said, "If you insist on holding on to this idea, I have nothing to say."

Her words were like an invisible barrier between the two of them, quietly widening the distance between them.

Qin Yu opened his lips slightly, his throat seemed to be clogged with cotton wool, and the explanations that were about to come out were forcibly blocked in his throat, turning into a silent sigh.

Just as his expression froze and his thoughts were in turmoil, Yan Wanwan's clear and resolute voice rang out again, like a cold breeze piercing the night sky: "I am naturally free and straightforward. In my opinion, you and I, as friends, are far better off being bound by the name of husband and wife. Husband and wife are often bound by responsibilities and rules, but as friends, we are free and spontaneous, without many unnecessary constraints."

Qin Yu fell into a long silence, with a thousand thoughts churning in his mind. He knew better than anyone that this was not simply a question of whether their personalities were compatible.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke slowly, his voice a little bitter: "Since you have made up your mind and only want to be friends, then I will grant your wish."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly stuffed a heavy, cold and hard object into his palm.

Before Yan Wanwan could take a closer look, she heard him say, "I've already gotten news about your father, the Prince of Zhennan. He'll be back in the capital soon, so don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wanwan's originally calm expression froze for a moment, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

However, before she could organize her words to respond, Qin Yu had already turned around, and his movements were as swift as a ghost in the dark night, and in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the thick, inky night.

She gazed into the darkness and sighed softly, her heart filled with confusion. It was difficult to fathom the source of his persistence. Her proposal for divorce wasn't a whim or impulsive move; it was the product of their long time together, a profound insight into Qin Yu's inherent strength and ego. While he was usually very accommodating and often followed her wishes, even those subtle nuances couldn't conceal his deep-seated desire for control.

She had experienced life and death, once struggling in the mire of the apocalypse, wantonly kidnapped by those in the name of morality, driven step by step to despair, teetering on the brink of life and death. From that moment on, she vowed in her heart to live the rest of her life for herself, never again to be swayed by the will of others, never to live under the scrutiny of others, like a manipulated puppet.

However, when she thought about her adoptive father who had no news from her and was about to return, Yan Wanwan's mouth curled up involuntarily, and the action of sipping tea became more leisurely and comfortable, which instantly lightened the heavy burden in her heart.

She mobilized the last bit of energy in her body and gave the plants instructions to protect them. Then, she was finally able to rest in peace. Exhausted both physically and mentally, she slowly fell asleep in this peace.

Meanwhile, panic reigned in Dongping Prefecture. News of the Prince of Dongping's injury spread like thunder across the city, instantly triggering an uproar. Martial law was immediately declared, the city gates sealed, and soldiers meticulously searched every household, leaving no one suspicious.

The sword wound on the prince's chest was shocking. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and the surrounding flesh was turned inside out. Although the bleeding had barely stopped, the horrific mark left behind was still frightening.

Even the experienced doctor, when examining the injury, could not help but sigh that the prince was lucky: "If this wound had shifted even an inch, it would have hit a vital part and there would have been no way to save him."

The Prince of Dongping stared at the doctor coldly and said, "If you can treat it, treat it. If you can't, get out of here."

The doctor was suddenly speechless and bandaged his wound with trepidation.

As night fell and the lights flickered, the Prince of Dongping dismissed everyone and sat alone in the quiet room. The dim light outlined his resolute figure, and his stern expression seemed particularly profound in the interweaving of light and shadow.

He gently stroked the wound on his chest and murmured softly: "So you are afraid of this!"

The smile on his face became more and more meaningful.

Early the next morning, before the first ray of sunlight had fully penetrated the yard, Yan Wanwan was awakened from her sleep by the noise of the prefect.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her swollen eyelids not yet fully open, and walked out with a bit of a bad temper.

"Xiao Tao, what is the prefect arguing about again?" Her voice was lazily and displeased.

"Miss, the prefect wants to see you. He said that there is too much backlog of goods recently, so he came to ask for instructions." Xiao Tao hurried forward and replied respectfully.

Yan Wanwan yawned, waved her hand, and said helplessly, "Alright, let him in. He won't give up until this matter is resolved."

After that, he turned to Xiao Tao and said, "Please prepare two breakfasts. I want to finish all the things during breakfast time."

Xiao Tao was no longer surprised by her county mistress's casual nature. Upon hearing the order, she immediately went down to arrange the meal.

Not long after, the prefect hurried into the hall, bowed, and said loudly: "Your humble servant greets the county lady!"

"Come on, stop with the formalities and sit down and talk." Yan Wanwan waved her hand lazily, yawned with her hand covering her mouth, her peach blossom eyes were misted with a thin layer of tears, and her eyelids drooped from time to time, obviously she had not yet fully woken up from her sleep.

Seeing this, the prefect frowned slightly, his expression showing a hint of worry. He said, "County Lady, I have previously reported to you that a large number of products identical to those in our Nanping Prefecture have appeared on the market in other places. I wonder if your investigation has yielded any clues?"

This passage itself is quite colloquial. We can improve it by focusing on fluency, logic, and vividness of the language, making it more consistent with daily communication habits while retaining its original meaning and style.

What's there to investigate? Aren't market rules obvious? Whatever sells well, everyone will naturally flock to produce it."

Yan Wanwan curled her lips indifferently, her eyes immediately attracted by the exquisite breakfast.

The prefect locked eyes with her, his eyes filled with disapproval. "County Lady, you're wrong. Prices outside are only half ours, and we've snatched away many customers. Our local shops have been forced to close, leaving a large backlog of goods in the city, unsaleable. If this continues, I'm afraid people will panic."

Yan Wanwan looked calm and asked without any disturbance, "Is it because you can't pay the workers?"

As she spoke, she pulled out a stack of banknotes from her sleeve and glanced at them. "There are about 30,000 to 50,000 taels here. You can use them first. We can't let everyone go hungry."

Upon hearing this, the prefect was speechless for a moment, his heart feeling as if a pot of mixed emotions had been overturned.

While I'm happy to have such a caring and generous county lady, I'm also troubled by her indifferent attitude towards the current predicament. How can the issue of wages be considered now?

It is obvious that the goods are piling up like a mountain and the sales channels have been cut off. This is the most urgent problem!