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"I like you, so I want to share three meals a day with you. I like you, so I want to share the same bed with you. I like you, so I want to be close to you. I like you for who you are; I like everything about you."
Before I could finish, he tightly embraced me, excited yet restrained, gently brushing against the corner of my lips. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Do you want to be with me?"
His gaze was unfocused, filled with anxiety, insecurity, and the fear of rejection.
"I do." With Jian Ming's surprised expression, I blushed and pushed him down onto the Mandarin Duck Soft Quilt.
The dim light flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. Clothes were occasionally tossed from the bed curtains. Shadows moved, accompanied by heated breaths and soft moans that brought our hearts closer together.
I sat by the window, gently stroking the Night Pearl in my hand while gazing at the bamboo grove.
I recalled my days at the Minister's Residence. Back then, I had to embroider with Ran to earn money. I had to fetch water and clean the courtyard myself while living in the remote Cold Snow Pavilion. My sister enjoyed our parents' favoritism, surrounded by maids, with an endless supply of seasonal clothes and countless expensive jewelry.
It all felt like it was just yesterday.
"Madam, you are truly beautiful," Qiu said softly.
I smiled slightly, a warm feeling rising within me. " Qiu, it's Jian Ming who makes me feel loved."
Jian Ming's gentle care made me feel cherished; no longer did I feel like a transparent person who was overlooked by others.
However, fate seems to enjoy playing tricks. One day, while I was playing the guqin in the bamboo forest, the music flowed gently, much like my current mood. Qiu hurried over, her face showing a complex expression. "Madam, the Second Miss of the Minister's Residence is about to be married."
I paused, the sound of the guqin abruptly stopping. "Married? Which young master is it?"
"It is His Highness the Third Prince who has taken the initiative to propose. The Second Miss hopes you can return to the Minister's Residence to see her off," Qiu said in a low voice, clearly aware of the complexity of the situation.
I was taken aback. The Third Prince's romantic escapades had long been the talk of the capital. How could someone as hypocritical and profit-driven as Lin Jiaorui choose to marry him and specifically want me to return? Moreover, the Grand Tutor and the Third Prince had opposing political stances; this move by the Minister's Residence was undoubtedly playing with fire. There must be a conspiracy behind this.
Thinking of Jian Ming, I decided to return to the Minister's Residence to investigate further. Qiu quickly prepared a carriage, and with a complicated heart, I set off back home.
The atmosphere at the Minister's Residence was unusually heavy, as if shrouded in sorrow and despair. My sister sat in the hall, tears streaming down her face, her expression filled with hopelessness and unwillingness.
"Xinyue, you are so fortunate to have married the Grand Tutor and enjoy wealth and honor. But I have to marry that Rebellious Prince! Why is my fate so tragic?"
Seeing my hypocritical family again, I felt neither the anger nor sadness I had imagined; instead, I felt disgust. They had long ceased to matter in my heart.
Remembering that I still needed to gather information, I walked over and tried to comfort her. "Sister, although the Third Prince is flirtatious, he is still of royal blood. Marrying him would also bring honor to the Minister's Residence."
My words seemed to have no effect; instead, they provoked Lin Jiaorui's anger. "Honor? I don't want any honor! I just want to live the life I desire!"
I could only feel speechless at her accusations.
I turned to leave, but I heard Lin Jiaorui behind me make an absurd request: "Xinyue, I want to swap husbands with you!"
I was shocked and turned back, only to see a crazed light flickering in Lin Jiaorui's eyes.
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