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In the past, she thought Ji Xun was perfect, but just too indecisive. Now it seems that calling him indecisive is still too generous. Not only is he indecisive, but he also easily trusts Xin Ren. Such a personality makes it very difficult to survive in the fiercely competitive court. It's no wonder Zhong Xue feels that his fate is precarious.
Looking at the sobbing Ying, she sneered coldly, "Don't think you're so proud just because you succeeded. Little do you know that cleverness can backfire. You've played so many people; how could others let you off the hook?"
Ying covered her face and cried. Upon hearing this, she raised her face and shot San Chun a disdainful glance.
She whispered, "So what if I can't be forgiven? As long as I get what I want, I don't care about others' lives. As for those who are watching with their eyes wide open, if they don't like it, they can come find me."
Her eyes shot out venomous glances, but only San Chun could see them. Ji Xun and Zhong Ling were still entangled with each other; Zhong Ling was acting like a shrew, leaving Ji Xun at a loss. The two of them were so caught up in their own drama that they didn't have time to pay attention to this side.
San Chun was both amused and angered by her shamelessness. "Are you shameless or just too shameless?"
"Perhaps it's you who is shameless," Ying suddenly stood up, pointing at her own nose. "Do you think all the men below truly like you? In the face of fame and fortune, everyone will be diminished. If you don't believe me, let's wait and see."
Since ancient times, fame and fortune have been a ruthless knife that can sever familial bonds and friendships; how much more so romantic ties? Even if she doesn't feel this way, San Chun understands that Ji Xun marrying Zhong Ling behind her back is likely for his position as crown prince. In the face of fame and fortune, what does their love even mean?
Unable to argue with Ji Xun, Zhong Ling suddenly rushed over and grabbed Ying's hair. "You vile woman, I will deal with you properly." She cursed while dragging Ying out, causing Ying to scream in pain.
Ji Xun felt anxious and glanced at San Chun, hurriedly saying, "Wait for me; I'll be back soon." He then chased after Zhong Ling, pleading softly in front of her to let Ying go.
Inside, San Chun felt a mix of sorrow and anger. What kind of game was the master playing that brought them to this point? Did he not even give her a chance to hear his explanation?
How had the person she loved changed so much? She believed his love for her was real, but if it was mixed with too many other things, then such love was better off discarded.
Stumbling out of the room, her heart ached and her body hurt. She couldn't think of what to do and just walked back and forth in the courtyard until she was nearly exhausted before crawling back to her room. Then she fell into a deep sleep, hoping that when she woke up, everything that had happened today would just be an illusion. Nothing had happened; she was still herself, and her Ji Xun was still the same as before. They hadn't changed; nothing had changed.
She didn't know how she eventually fell asleep; she just did, ignoring the noise outside as people pounded on her door.
Today was the day to enter the palace; every bride had to go in to meet the king and the Queen, who were her parents-in-law. The serving maidens were frantic; seeing they couldn't open the door, they hurried back to report to the young master.
Actually, San Chun heard everything, but she didn't want to care. Above her head, she could vaguely hear Zhong Xue's breathing, whether deep or shallow, but she ignored it and focused on getting enough sleep, not thinking about anything at all.
She slept for a long time; on one hand, because she was too tired from last night, and on the other hand, because she simply didn't want to wake up.
However, one must face reality eventually. When she finally opened her eyes, it was already dark. She opened the door and called for the maid outside to come in.
Two maids had been waiting outside. Seeing her awake, they let out a sigh of relief. "Madam, are you alright? The young master has come four times already, each time asking if you've woken up and leaving disappointed. Even today's trip to the palace has been delayed."
San Chun responded with a soft "hm" and instructed, "If he comes again, just say I’m still asleep."
One maid advised, "Madam, why make it so difficult? The young master cares for you deeply but can't even see you. Why do you have to be stubborn with him?"
Stubborn? San Chun sneered inwardly; at this moment, she truly had no intention of being stubborn with him. She suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about Ying? Do you know how she is?"
"The Ying Girl is locked in the woodshed by Madam and hasn't been let out yet. The young master has pleaded with Madam several times, but she hasn't agreed; she's going to starve her to death."
San Chun sighed lightly; it was indeed hard on Ji Xun. He had gone back and forth between the East Garden and Western Garden several times without success. This was a case of self-inflicted suffering; since one made a mistake, one must bear the consequences afterward.
The two maids seemed to have received Ji Xun's instructions and kept gently persuading her to meet the young master. San Chun shook her head in refusal; she knew what he wanted from seeing her, but she didn't want to hear any of those words right now.
After sleeping for so long, she felt hungry. She called for the maids to bring in dinner. Once they set the food on the table, she waved them out.
She quietly ate alone in the room but found that when she scooped a spoonful of soup into her mouth, she couldn't taste anything at all. Her heart felt bitter; could it be that even the soup had turned bitter?
Just as she was about to pour out the soup, someone above her suddenly sighed deeply. "If you can't taste it, why not let me have some? This Lord is also hungry."
San Chun looked up at Zhong Xue above her and couldn't help but curl her lips. "You still want to eat? Just starve; no one wants you here. You can either leave or roll out—pick one of the two paths."
Zhong Xue stroked his chin; what difference did those two paths make? He hummed twice and said, "If I weren't worried about you, I would have left long ago."
San Chun sneered, "What? Afraid I might take my own life?"
"Not at all. As one of the Four Great Young Masters, Yan Dan has never known what suicide is; that's the act of a coward." Zhong Xue jumped down from the beam, stretching her limbs, feeling sore all over. She couldn't help but sigh; indeed, the beam was not a place to sleep.
Ignoring the several eye rolls she received, he sat down opposite her and grabbed a chicken leg from the table, stuffing it into his mouth while chewing vigorously. "You don't feel heartbroken and have no appetite, right? There's really no need to be like that. There are plenty of men out there; losing one Ji Xun doesn't mean you won't have me. I guarantee I'll treat him better than I treat you."
San Chun found it somewhat amusing; what nonsense was he spouting? Had he lost his mind from hunger?
Her smile made Zhong Xue breathe a sigh of relief. "You still have expressions; it means you're fine." So he had been pretending.
Zhong Xue slurped some soup and took a bite of meat, mumbling with her mouth full, "Mine is real; you might as well consider me since we've already crossed that line."
San Chun looked at him, suddenly feeling that he seemed strange in this moment. He lacked the usual pretentiousness of Chengyang Jun, the aloofness of someone high in the palace, and even the cold demeanor of someone in armor. Right now, he resembled a commoner—somewhat shameless and slightly rogue-like. But... did all commoners behave so shamelessly, taking advantage and then acting coy?
She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to flip the table, and clearly spat out one word, "Get lost."
This time, Zhong Xue complied and really left. Instead of returning to the beam, he pushed open the window and jumped out, taking with him a chicken and a plate of braised beef.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back, poking his head through the window with a smile. "I forgot to tell you something. In Dongsheng Inn in Handan City, I have people there. If you need help, just ask the Shopkeeper. All forces in Handan City can be at your disposal."
This was a significant favor, equivalent to handing over all the forces in Handan to her. If these people worked for her, they could easily expose themselves. If Zhao State noticed later on, it would be difficult for him to insert himself back in. He should understand the seriousness of this matter; why would he still entrust this to her? Wasn't he afraid she would betray him?
Feeling somewhat awkward inside, she snorted lightly, "Is this a reward for my dedication to entertain you?"
"Sort of," Zhong Xue laughed heartily, tossing her a gold token before turning around and leaping over the wall to run off.
San Chun gritted her teeth; he truly was an unscrupulous person—thick-skinned and heartless—full of nonsense and utterly annoying.
However, not all his words were nonsense; one remark reminded her that she was Yan Dan, one of the Four Great Young Masters, an extraordinary Prince Yan. How could she endure such indignities in Zhao State?
Whoever dares to provoke her, she will definitely retaliate.
Thinking this way, she suddenly found her appetite increasing, and she began to eat heartily. No matter what happened next, she had to have the courage to face it, even if someone exposed the fact that she was no longer a virgin...
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Zhong Xue jumped out of the window but did not leave directly; instead, she turned around to see Ying.
This girl had given him such a grand gift, so he should at least show some "gratitude," right? He could treat his woman however he wanted, but if anyone dared to touch her, how could he let them off lightly without tarnishing his ruthless reputation?
He remembered that if San Chun lost even a single hair, he would make her pay dearly...
After inquiring in the mansion about Ying being locked in the woodshed, he thought he would see her in a disheveled and pitiful state. However, when he entered, he unexpectedly saw her sitting on the floor, combing her hair in front of a broken copper mirror.
A woman who has been nurtured by a man is the most beautiful. Having been nurtured by Ji Xun, she indeed appeared more delicate. He couldn't help but admire her; it was rare to see a woman so shameless yet composed as she was.
Ying meticulously combed her hair over and over again while thinking of Ji Xun. Remembering the wonderful moments they shared last night in their passionate embrace made her blush involuntarily, her cheeks resembling two rosy clouds, making her even more charming.
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