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Huo Xingwen spoke with deep affection, "In my heart, there is only Jiang Xi; I have no romantic feelings for Jiang Yue."
Jiang Xi looked indifferent and coldly replied, "Whether you like Jiang Yue or not has nothing to do with me. The person I like is Regent Fong Yang, and the one I intend to marry is also Fong Yang."
Ignoring Huo Xingwen's anxious expression, she coldly reminded him, "We have already broken off our engagement; you should stop pursuing me."
Huo Xingwen's face fell, disbelief written all over it. "I don't believe you. You clearly liked me before; how could you change your heart so quickly?"
Jiang Xi regarded him with indifference, her eyes filled with coldness and mockery.
Still unwilling to accept it, Huo Xingwen shouted, "Jiang Xi, don't forget whose daughter you are. Your father is the emperor's most trusted minister. Don't lose sight of your position. If Regent threatens you, I can..."
Jiang Xi leisurely raised her hand to brush aside the branches blocking her path and looked at Huo Xingwen with curiosity. "You want to seek justice for me?"
When it came time for him to act seriously, Huo Xingwen's gaze faltered as he weakly said, "I can report to the emperor."
Jiang Xi scoffed inwardly; he was indeed a hypocrite—full of hot air but lacking in ability and resolve.
She looked at Huo Xingwen and continued to question him, "Report to the emperor? Do you think the emperor is closer to Regent or to you?"
Huo Xingwen grew anxious and blurted out, "Though the emperor is close to Regent, they are not like that."
Jiang Xi smiled faintly and dug deeper, "Are you saying that the emperor and Regent actually have an antagonistic relationship?"
Huo Xingwen suddenly realized he had misspoken.
The mind of an emperor is the hardest to fathom; such words should not be spoken lightly. He hurriedly waved his hands to indicate that was not what he meant.
Seeing Huo Xingwen in this state made Jiang Xi feel pleased as she continued to press on, "You actually mean that; you just don’t dare to admit it. A true man stands by his words. If you can't even acknowledge what you've said, how can I believe you'll stand up to Regent for me?"
Feeling guilty, Huo Xingwen dropped the topic and pretended to be a wounded lover. "Sister Xi, you've changed. What happened? If I've done something wrong, just tell me and I'll fix it. Please stop with the sarcasm." As he spoke, he reached out again to grab Jiang Xi's hand.
Han Yue stepped forward, coldly warning, "If you want to live, don't make any sudden moves."
Jiang Xi continued to take jabs, "Huo Xingwen, let me be clear. I don't like you; in fact, I despise you and look down on you. The Regent is handsome and powerful—what do you have that can compare to him?"
Huo Xingwen could no longer maintain his facade and shouted at Jiang Xi, "I didn't expect you to be such a vain woman, so willing to degrade yourself. You've disappointed me!"
Jiang Xi turned away in disgust, thinking to herself: Only someone full of themselves would stand here listening to your nonsense.
"Huo Xingwen, this is the last time. If you dare to appear in front of me again, don't blame me for being rude."
Ignoring Huo Xingwen's furious outburst, she walked away from the peach grove without looking back.
At the exit of the peach grove, Jiang Xi spotted a familiar figure and wondered: What is Fong Yang doing here?
Fong Yang turned around upon hearing her footsteps, his handsome face showing indifference.
Jiang Xi approached and asked, "Fong Yang, are you worried that I might run off with Huo Xingwen and are here to keep an eye on me?"
Fong Yang shook his head slightly and replied softly, "No."
Jiang Xi pressed on, "Then do you suspect that I'm secretly meeting Huo Xingwen behind your back?"
At her words, Han Yue quickly interjected, "Miss, you've misunderstood. Our prince is not that kind of person; he is here purely by coincidence."
A flicker of anxiety crossed Fong Yang's eyes as he raised his hand slightly and calmly instructed Han Yue and Han Shuang, "You may leave."
Once Han Yue and Han Shuang had departed, Fong Yang turned to Jiang Xi with sincere eyes and explained, "My presence here is not a coincidence. I have never doubted you nor intended to spy on you."
Jiang Xi furrowed her brows slightly, filled with confusion as she softly asked, "Then why are you here?"
Fong Yang paused for a moment before speaking softly, "I was worried."
Jiang Xi stepped forward, her eyes fixed intently on Fong Yang as she pressed, "What are you worried about?"
Fong Yang did not answer immediately; his deep-set eyes resembled an unfathomable abyss, locked onto Jiang Xi's face.
Jiang Xi did not back down either, staring straight at Fong Yang and carefully observing every nuance of his expression. She silently pondered whether the prince had overheard her earlier conversation with Huo Xingwen.
A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corners of Jiang Xi's mouth as she slowly said, "I am vain, greedy for fame and fortune, and I easily grow tired of things. Do you think you've seen my true colors now, Your Highness?"
Fong Yang immediately turned his head, his gaze firm and resolute. Without hesitation, he replied, "You are not that kind of person."
His tone was filled with unwavering trust, devoid of any doubt. This made the gloom in Jiang Xi's heart dissipate instantly. She slightly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a genuine smile.
The prince seemed a bit tense; Fong Yang's eyes remained fixed on Jiang Xi's stunning face for a long time. After a while, as if unable to suppress his inner impulse any longer, he slowly reached out and gently took Jiang Xi's hand. His voice was soft and affectionate as he said, "You are not that kind of person. Whatever you want, I can give you."
A warm current surged through Jiang Xi's heart. She knew that every word Fong Yang spoke was sincere. To her ears, this simple statement was undoubtedly the most beautiful love confession in the world.
The Eldest Princess and the Emperor had secretly conspired to bring Huo Xingwen and Jiang Xi together in the Peach Garden, hoping to sow seeds of doubt in the mind of the powerful Regent.
However, Jiang Xi had not anticipated that Fong Yang had remained completely unaffected by their schemes; his trust in her was absolute, and his affection knew no bounds.
Jiang Xi felt her heart racing like a startled deer. Her voice unconsciously softened as she playfully blinked at him and said, "I was just teasing you earlier."
Hearing this, Fong Yang let out a slight sigh of relief, and his expression softened considerably.
Jiang Xi bit her lip and smiled lightly. "I heard that you went to the Prime Minister's Residence to propose today?"
Fong Yang responded with a gentle "mm," his gaze still glued to Jiang Xi's face.
Feeling puzzled under his intense scrutiny, Jiang Xi instinctively raised her hand to touch her face and asked curiously, "Why do you keep staring at my face? Is there something dirty on it?"
Fong Yang shook his head gently, yet his eyes remained fixed on Jiang Xi.
He seemed to have thought of something in the future, a strange emotion rising in his heart. After a moment of silence, he slowly asked, "Do you like all good-looking people?"
Jiang Xi was slightly taken aback, then carefully observed Fong Yang's expression. She sighed inwardly, realizing how blind she had been in her past life for never truly appreciating his appearance. Otherwise, how could she have foolishly devoted herself to Huo Xingwen, that hypocrite and scoundrel?
After pondering for a while, Jiang Xi slowly nodded and replied, "I suppose so, Fong Yang."
Upon hearing this, Fong Yang's eyes instantly dimmed, his disappointment evident as he lowered his head.
Suddenly, Jiang Xi found this side of Fong Yang quite endearing. Mischievously smiling, she took a step closer to him and softly said, "But in my eyes, no one in the world can compare to the prince's stunning beauty."
As soon as Jiang Xi finished speaking, the darkness in Fong Yang's gaze vanished without a trace, replaced by a radiant smile.
Jiang Xi was momentarily dazzled by Fong Yang's smile and, almost instinctively, took his hand and held it tightly.
With a smile on her lips and happiness sparkling in her eyes, she said, "I have money, you have power; we truly are a perfect match."
Fong Yang nodded vigorously in agreement and replied, "Yes."
He held Jiang Xi's hand tightly and spoke with unwavering determination and affection, "No one can tear us apart in this lifetime."
Jiang Xi silently vowed that in this life, she would only belong to Fong Yang—no, for all eternity, she would only be his.
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