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Jiang Xi stretched her arms, her movements slow and deliberate. "Indeed, everyone in the capital knows that I am in love with the newly appointed top scholar, Huo Xingwen. We were at the stage of discussing marriage when, a month ago, the Regent forcibly took me into the royal residence. As a result, Huo Xingwen's faction has been saying that the prince wields too much power and disregards the law."
"Rumors have spread that after entering the royal residence, I have lost my purity. Huo Xingwen has used this to declare that he does not care about my reputation and that he will marry no one but me, portraying himself as a devoted gentleman."
If Jiang Yue were sent to the Huo Residence at this moment, Yin Ye's eyes would light up, leaning slightly forward, thinking it was indeed a brilliant idea. Especially since Jiang Yue would be sent to the Huo Residence carrying the accusation of attempting to assassinate Jiang Xi; just thinking about it made Yin Ye find it particularly amusing. "Leave this matter to me," he said.
"But what should we say once we get to the Huo Residence?" Jiang Xi asked calmly. "Just tell the truth. Huo Xingwen publicly professes his undying love for me while privately despising my tarnished reputation. He wishes to sever ties with me immediately but is afraid to break his promise due to his image as a devoted gentleman, so he has sent Jiang Yue to assassinate me."
Yin Ye listened in shock, his mouth slightly agape. He had thought he could embellish the story, but he realized that even his most dramatic version could not compare to Jiang Xi's words.
Fong Yang remained silent nearby, observing Jiang Xi with a probing gaze, secretly contemplating that she actually intended to frame Huo Xingwen.
Today’s Jiang Xi was indeed hard to fathom.
In her previous life, Jiang Xi had treated Huo Xingwen with genuine affection, only to be drained, used, and ultimately killed by him.
In this life, she would take the initiative and reclaim everything she had lost.
After dealing with Sister Bai Lianhua, she instructed Yin Ye to send Jiang Yue to Huo Xingwen and spread rumors that Huo Xingwen professed deep love for her while secretly harboring disdain for her tarnished reputation. He was too concerned about his image as a devoted gentleman to break his promise and thus sent Jiang Yue to assassinate Jiang Xi.
Yin Ye hesitated, frowning slightly. "If we say that, no one will believe it about Huo Xingwen. Even he can't be foolish enough to hand a dagger directly to Jiang Yue for murder in the royal residence." Jiang Xi did not elaborate further; she simply instructed Yin Ye to convey her words calmly.
Yin Ye still felt it was unreliable. He glanced at his master Fong Yang and simply said two words: "Do it."
Yin Ye immediately left to carry out the task, thinking that since his master had given the order, there was no reason for him to hesitate any longer.
He had long found that hypocrite Huo Xingwen displeasing.
As night fell, Jiang Xi leaned back in the bathtub, her fingers gently tracing patterns on the water's surface as she organized her thoughts. Having dealt with Sister Bai Lianhua, it was now Huo Xingwen's turn.
Jiang Xi couldn't help but reflect on how foolish she had been in her previous life—how deeply she must have cared for Huo Xingwen for him to manipulate her so thoroughly.
At just fourteen years old, she had fallen for the talented youth Huo Xingwen, who at that time was an aide to Third Prince Fong Gaoyun.
During their time together, Huo Xingwen constantly instilled in her that the Regent was "powerful and cruel; if he held sway over life and death, the people would suffer greatly. In contrast, Third Prince harbored thoughts for the world and would surely bring peace if he triumphed in claiming the throne. Unfortunately, their financial situation was dire; he hoped Jiang Xi could persuade her mother to support him wholeheartedly."
At that time, Jiang Xi naively believed that Huo Xingwen truly cared for the world. Naturally, she felt it was her duty to help him wholeheartedly. Huo Xingwen painted a grand picture for her, promising that once he achieved success and fame, he would never forget her.
Thus, Huo Xingwen took advantage of Jiang Xi's mother's substantial wealth to support the Third Prince in ascending to power, becoming a great contributor to the founding of the nation, gaining favor and enjoying boundless glory.
After the Third Prince ascended the throne, he plotted to eliminate the Regent. Just then, Jiang Xi was forcefully taken into the estate by Fong Yang. Huo Xingwen instructed Jiang Yue to contact Jiang Xi and act as their insider, extracting intelligence from the Regent's Palace.
With Jiang Xi's assistance, the Regent's Palace became like a turtle in a jar, losing its value for use.
Huo Xingwen then revealed his true colors, ordering Jiang Yue to eliminate Jiang Xi, claiming she was a withered flower unworthy of him.
Jiang Xi would never forget the blazing flames of the Regent's Palace. The dagger of Jiang Yue plunged mercilessly into her chest. At that critical moment, the bloodied Regent flew in like a deity descending from the heavens, kicking Jiang Yue away and holding Jiang Xi tightly in his embrace.
Jiang Xi clearly heard Jiang Yue's piercing screams as he was kicked into the fire but had no time to care. She stared blankly at Fong Yang, whose usually dignified and elegant face was stained red with blood. Despite being exhausted himself, he still protected her fiercely.
In that moment, Jiang Xi realized how foolish she had been. She understood Fong Yang's sincerity and recognized that his fate was entirely of his own making.
Having been in the Regent's Palace for over a year, harboring hatred and resentment towards Fong Yang, she had never been so close to him. Yet unexpectedly, in her final moments of life, she found solace in his embrace.
If it weren't for her schemes, how could that treacherous emperor have been a match for Fong Yang? How could Fong Yang, holding military power, have ended up in such a predicament?
Tears fell into the bathwater as a gentle breeze wafted through the window, instantly waking Jiang Xi from her reverie.
What an unpleasant memory. Jiang Xi felt fortunate that many tragedies had yet to unfold and that the new emperor had not yet gained full strength.
In this life, neither Huo Xingwen nor the emperor would scheme against her again.
Jiang Xi stepped out of the bathtub and donned a soft, loose nightgown. Barefoot, she walked to the bronze mirror and gazed at her reflection—a delicate and beautiful young girl of sixteen at her prime. As for Huo Xingwen’s career, it should end here; someone like him only deserved to be a servant.
Suddenly, a maid exclaimed, "Miss! Why aren't you wearing shoes? What if you catch a chill?"
Just as Jiang Xi was about to respond, Fong Yang entered wearing a dark robe. Her cheeks involuntarily flushed red.
The maid discreetly retreated.
Fong Yang strode forward, his movements swift as he lifted Jiang Xi into his arms.
Jiang Xi turned to look at him. "Your Highness, I'm not cold. We aren't married yet, and if you keep this up, I might just have to write a Divorce Letter."
"You can't write a Divorce Letter yet. If you want to write one to me, we need to be married first."
Jiang Xi paused, realizing only then that she had mentioned that very thing when she first woke up in the morning. It took her until evening to understand that a Divorce Letter could only be written between a married couple.
"A Divorce Letter can only be written between spouses, which is rather cute," she said with a smile. "Fong Yang, you like me."
Inside, Jiang Xi felt quite proud of herself, pondering how he could let her manipulate him if he didn't have feelings for her.
As a dignified Regent, what kind of woman could he not have? Yet here he was, using forceful means to confine her within the palace, ultimately leading to a tragic end because of her.
Fong Yang silently carried her into the Inner Chamber and gently murmured an "mm" as he did so.
Curious, Jiang Xi tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. "Why? Aside from my looks, I don't have any remarkable qualities. What do you see in me, Fong Yang?"
He carefully set her down on the bed, his touch gentle as he deftly covered her with a blanket. "It's you; you're wonderful."
Though it sounded like a mere two dismissive words, they stirred an inexplicable flutter in Jiang Xi's heart.
Having lived another life, she learned to feel deeply for Fong Yang. He was not one for flowery words; his "you're wonderful" felt far more sincere than Huo Xingwen's poetry. At least he was the kind of person who would rather take an arrow for her than see her come to harm.
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