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The two of them walked out of the Prime Minister's Residence, and amidst the respectful farewells from the crowd, they climbed into the carriage.
As soon as they settled inside, Jiang Xi was pulled into a cool embrace by Fong Yang. She tilted her head slightly, looking up at the extraordinarily handsome Fong Yang, and asked with some confusion, "What are you doing, Your Highness?"
Fong Yang replied earnestly, "I'm not after your mother's money."
Jiang Xi looked at him in surprise, pondering to herself why he suddenly brought this up. Did he hear what my father said?
Fong Yang nodded honestly and added, "I’m afraid you might misunderstand. Others say I need to take money from the treasury to support my troops, which would inevitably put me at the emperor's mercy. But in truth, he doesn’t dare to do anything to me, and I have some undisclosed assets of my own, so I don’t need your mother’s money."
Jiang Xi couldn’t help but speculate in her heart; supporting hundreds of thousands of troops is not something that can be afforded by just any wealthy person. Fong Yang's assets must be close to rivaling a nation's wealth. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Fong Yang, since you don’t need my mother’s money, why do you want to marry me?"
Deep emotions swirled in Fong Yang's eyes as he didn’t respond with words but instead leaned down and gently covered Jiang Xi's lips with his own.
He still held back; compared to Jiang Xi's fleeting kisses, his could only be considered a mere taste. He was genuinely afraid of scaring her.
Their relationship had only recently begun to ease; he wanted to cherish this hard-won change. Some things needed to be approached gradually.
Fong Yang slowly released Jiang Xi, taking a moment to catch his breath before saying, "Because it’s you, that’s why I want to marry you."
Jiang Xi was momentarily taken aback and asked in confusion, "Because it’s me? What kind of answer is that?"
A blush crept onto her cheeks as she turned away from Fong Yang and playfully scolded, "Your Highness, don’t you think it’s excessive to take advantage of your high position to tease a humble girl like me?"
Fong Yang paused for a moment before sincerely replying, "Then let me be teased back."
Jiang Xi stared at Fong Yang in silence for a moment, rendered speechless. She thought to herself that this man certainly knew how to turn things around in his favor.
She smiled and said, "My father doesn't want me to marry the prince. He wants me to stay by the prince's side to spy on military affairs. He claims it's for my own good, but in reality, he's pushing me into a fire pit."
Fong Yang lowered his head slightly, looking at her as he asked, "Am I the fire pit?"
Jiang Xi, dissatisfied, reached out and gently pinched Fong Yang's aristocratic face, saying, "The prince knows exactly what I mean. You are not the fire pit, but if I follow his orders, no matter the outcome, I will end up with a bad fate. Isn't that pushing me into a fire pit?"
Fong Yang gently took Jiang Xi's delicate hand and kissed it softly by his lips, whispering, "Don't worry. Even if you scheme against me, I will never harm you. So this place will never be your fire pit."
In that moment, memories of her past life involuntarily replayed in Jiang Xi's mind.
But Fong Yang truly was someone who, even when she plotted against him, bore no resentment or hatred. Until his death, he never questioned her once and held her tightly in his embrace, allowing cold and sharp arrows to pierce his body. Even in death, he protected her without letting go.
Outsiders claimed he was cold-hearted, but who knew that this man had once used his brief life to define his foolish love?
The more Jiang Xi thought about it, the more suffocated she felt. Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks. Seeing her cry so heartbreakingly made Fong Yang feel as if his heart were shattering. He awkwardly reached out to gently wipe away her tears and anxiously asked, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
Jiang Xi merely shook her head, leaning against Fong Yang's chest, choked up and unable to speak.
Fong Yang said nothing more; he simply held Jiang Xi quietly in his arms. Though he didn't know why she was crying, he silently allowed her to vent.
After a moment, Jiang Xi slowly lifted her head and looked at Fong Yang as she said, "Fong Yang, I won't scheme against you. Even if it means I have to kill my own father to assassinate the king, I will never scheme against you."
Upon hearing this, Fong Yang felt a surge of excitement in his heart. He quickly raised a finger to Jiang Xi's lips and said, "Don't say foolish things. As long as I'm here, you won't have to kill your father or assassinate the king."
In this world, who could truly remain unresentful and unbitter after being schemed against while continuing to offer utmost affection? Only Regent Fong Yang could do that.
His profound love made Jiang Xi vow not to scheme against him. Even if it meant committing the absurd act of killing her own father to usurp the throne, she would never betray Fong Yang.
Fong Yang, who had endured much hardship, felt a surge of emotions. He wouldn't allow Jiang Xi to speak foolishly; as long as he was there, he would never let her fall into such despair.
Jiang Xi took the opportunity to kiss his fingers and said, "I was just making an analogy. By the way, it's rare for you to talk so much today, Your Highness."
Fong Yang suddenly became anxious and hurriedly asked, "Do you prefer me to talk more or less?" Noticing his tension, Jiang Xi couldn't help but laugh and replied, "I like both. When you talk a lot, it feels close; when you talk less, it feels unique and different from others."
From Jiang Xi's tone, Fong Yang could tell that her mood had calmed significantly. Feeling somewhat relieved, he said, "Let's get off the carriage first."
Jiang Xi nodded in agreement.
As soon as they returned to the royal residence, Yin Ye hurried over to report, "Master, this morning Master Wen came by, but the prince wasn't here. He said he would come again in the afternoon."
Jiang Xi suddenly asked, "Is this Master Wen the legitimate grandson of the Grand Tutor, Wen Lingfong?"
Yin Ye nodded and replied, "That's right."
Jiang Xi softly exclaimed "Oh" and fell silent, pondering to herself. She had just offended Wen Lan that morning; now this Master Wen was coming to seek an audience with the Regent. She wondered if it was a coincidence or if he had come prepared.
Fong Yang glanced at Han Yue and instructed, "Have Han Yue prepare lunch."
Then he walked over to the couch, knelt down gently, and lifted one of Jiang Xi's feet with just the right amount of force to massage it.
As he massaged her foot, Fong Yang asked with concern, "Are you tired? Does it hurt?"
Jiang Xi suddenly felt a spark of realization. She thought to herself, whether it hurts or not isn't the main point; with the prince's noble status, how could he do the work of a servant?
Fong Yang seemed to sense her thoughts. He shook his head and focused intently on massaging her calves, saying, "It's alright, I don't feel wronged. Just take a good rest, and we can talk during dinner later. Be good!"
This was the second time Jiang Xi had heard the word "good" from Fong Yang's lips. She found it somewhat amusing and inexplicably joyful.
She mused inwardly, is he treating me like a child to pamper?
Suddenly, she felt a deep understanding; when one person holds another in their heart, they can indeed become humble to the dust, willing to do anything for the other without complaint or regret.
The more she got to know Fong Yang, the more she appreciated him. He was filled with virtues that made Jiang Xi increasingly fond of him. She turned to ask, "Aren't you going to the military camp today, Your Highness?"
Fong Yang replied, "With Lin Fan and Qilin here, there's no need for me to go. To me, you will always come first."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xi reflected and agreed. Lin Fan and Qilin were Fong Yang's most capable generals and were fiercely loyal to him. Indeed, there was no need for Fong Yang to visit frequently, which was also a reason why the emperor feared him.
Anyone brought out by Fong Yang exhibited loyalty that surpassed anyone else's; even if others tried every means to sow discord or win them over, it would be futile.
Speaking of loyalty, Jiang Xi couldn't help but think of that person she had seen while shopping with her mother that day. Why had that person been there?
It seemed there was a traitor within the prince's residence.
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