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Jiang Yue noticed her sister's silence and tilted her head slightly, a look of confusion crossing her face.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
Jiang Xi took a gentle breath, her chest rising and falling slightly. A myriad of emotions surged within her; the feeling of being alive was truly wonderful, especially knowing all the truths before any calamity struck.
As she regained her composure, her gaze slowly fell on Jiang Yue's face. With a calm tone, she said, "The Regent treats me well; I haven't suffered any grievances."
Jiang Yue's expression turned puzzled. In the past, her sister always spoke ill of the Regent, but today she claimed he was good to her.
Raising her voice, Jiang Yue became agitated, waving her hands in the air. "He took you by force because of his status, ruining your reputation! Thankfully, Brother Xinwen loves you deeply and doesn't care about your lost honor. Is that what you call 'good'?"
Jiang Xi looked at her calmly, her eyes betraying no emotion. "Why are you so worked up? Xinwen loves me so much that even if I lose my honor, he wouldn't mind."
Feeling guilty, Jiang Yue nodded slightly, avoiding eye contact. "Of course he wouldn't mind. If you don't trust the Regent, do you not trust Brother Xinwen?"
Jiang Xi smiled faintly, the corners of her mouth lifting gently. "I certainly trust him. What message did Xinwen ask you to bring me?"
Upon hearing the question finally addressed to the main topic, Jiang Yue quickly shifted to a sincere and vulnerable demeanor, tears glistening in her eyes. "Brother Xinwen wants me to urge you to recognize your roots soon so that I can help arrange his career for you."
Understanding dawned on Jiang Xi; she realized she had been reborn a month after being forcibly taken into the Fong Yang's residence, just before Jiang Yue and her mother returned to the Prime Minister's Residence to recognize their ancestry.
This woman before her, who was nominally her sister, was actually born from an affair of their father with another woman—she wasn't even considered a legitimate daughter.
In her past life, how much benefit had Jiang Yue gained alongside Huo Xingwen by exploiting her identity? Jiang Xi almost wanted to expose this deceitful white lotus directly.
Suppressing her impulse, she allowed a hint of a smile to grace her lips and said with a teasing tone, "So my dear sister has come seeking something from me."
Jiang Yue was taken aback, her body stiffening slightly as she struggled to understand her meaning. "What do you mean by having a request of her? In the past, all I had to do was say a word, and Jiang Xi would agree to my demands without question. If it weren't for that stubborn and annoying merchant mother of Jiang Xi, why would I need to come here to seek her consent?"
Regaining her composure, Jiang Yue furrowed her brow and scrutinized Jiang Xi. "Isn't this all for Brother Xinwen? He wants to help his sister too, but the Regent is powerful and ruthless, killing without a second thought. We can only proceed with caution."
Jiang Xi let out a cold laugh, filled with sarcasm, clearly seizing any opportunity to slander the Regent in front of her.
She had indeed been foolish before, blinded by so-called love, believing everything Jiang Yue said was true. Over time, Fong Yang became a demonic figure in her heart, and she wholeheartedly assisted the scoundrel and the shameless woman in harming the one who truly cared for her—Fong Yang.
Jiang Xi slightly raised her ice-blue wide sleeves and spoke calmly, "Since this is all for Huo Xingwen, then why does my sister want to harm me?"
Jiang Yue's eyes widened in surprise, filled with innocence, and she quickly defended herself with a hint of grievance. "Sister, where is this coming from? When have I ever harmed you? You can't believe the Regent's slander, can you?"
With a gentle flick of her wrist, a dagger appeared before Jiang Yue's eyes, glinting coldly in the sunlight. "Do you recognize this? Isn't it the one Brother Xinwen gave me for self-defense?"
Jiang Xi leaned closer to Jiang Yue, her body almost touching Jiang Yue's face as she smiled. "Who said this was given to me by him? Clearly, it was my sister who brought the dagger to assassinate me!"
In a corner of the garden, Fong Yang quietly observed the scene unfold. Beside him, Yin Ye couldn't help but grit his teeth and mutter under his breath. "Lady Jiang is indeed putting on an act for the master; what a drama queen! It's infuriating how he could fall for such a girl and insist on having only her."
Meanwhile, with the dagger in hand, Jiang Xi smiled as Jiang Yue startled and instinctively took a few steps back, stumbling slightly. "What are you going to do, sister?"
Jiang Xi curved her lips into a light smile as she gently traced the dagger across her own arm, pain surging through her instantly.
She then discarded the dagger and looked at Jiang Yue with pained disbelief. "Sister, do you want to kill me?"
Jiang Yue stood frozen in shock, unable to respond as her body trembled slightly.
Yin Ye, who had been secretly watching from the shadows, was momentarily stunned, wondering what kind of twisted sisterly love and rivalry was unfolding before her eyes. "Master..." Yin Ye looked up at Fong Yang, but before she could finish her sentence, a shadow flashed before her, and her master had already vanished from sight.
Jiang Yue had just regained her senses when a sudden sharp pain struck her chest. She was kicked away by Fong Yang, spitting out a mouthful of blood before everything went dark.
Fong Yang immediately turned around and gently took Jiang Xi's hand, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright?"
The refreshing scent emanating from Fong Yang was still as reassuring as ever.
Jiang Xi shook her head, a faint smile appearing on her face. "It's just a minor injury, Your Highness. Don't worry. Quickly summon the imperial physician!"
Fong Yang coldly commanded, holding Jiang Xi tightly as he hurried toward the sleeping quarters, his voice urgent. "Hurry!"
Jin Gui's indifferent face was now clouded with anger; any semblance of calm he usually maintained was often shattered in the presence of Jiang Xi.
Jiang Xi raised her uninjured right hand and gently touched his noble and handsome face. "I know a bit of medicine myself; dressing a wound isn't that difficult. There's no need to call for the imperial physician."
Yin Ye stood dazed in the garden, having witnessed the entire scene.
"What has Lady Jiang suddenly fallen victim to? This inexplicable white lotus scheme—yet it seems Master truly is blind to it all. I need some time to think."
Fong Yang carried Jiang Xi into the Inner Chamber and gently placed her on the edge of the bed, reaching out to unfasten her clothing.
Jiang Xi raised her hand to stop him. "You must have seen what happened in the garden; will you not ask why?"
"And what if I did?" Fong Yang's gaze was fixed on her bleeding arm. "All I know is that you are injured. I do not wish to know the details or circumstances; we must tend to your wound first."
Jiang Xi insisted, "Your Highness, answer my question first. Don't you find my attitude today a bit strange?"
Fong Yang replied, following her lead, "Indeed, it is strange."
"Then why don't you ask me why?" Jiang Xi said, as Fong Yang gently stroked her head, his touch tender. "There's nothing to ask; you are you, different from everyone else. Now, be good and let’s take care of your wound."
Jiang Xi felt her cheeks warm slightly, a flicker of warmth rising in her heart. It was like being coaxed like a child; in both this life and the last, it was the first time someone spoke to her like this.
Seeing Fong Yang genuinely concerned about her injury softened Jiang Xi's resolve, and she decided not to insist any longer.
"Please bring over the medicine box, Your Highness." Fong Yang turned to fetch the medicine box.
Leaning against the headboard, Jiang Xi chatted with him casually.
"Is Jiang Yue dead?"
"No."
Jiang Xi nodded and shook her arm. "This outfit is quite troublesome; could you help me cut the sleeves off?"
Fong Yang knelt down in front of the bed, took out a pair of scissors, and began to cut Jiang Xi's sleeves.
Jiang Xi observed him closely, finding that his strikingly handsome face was increasingly appealing. A hint of admiration unconsciously flickered in her eyes.
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