Love and Hate Intrigue

Sweat beaded on Father-in-law’s forehead; his leg injury must be painful. Yet, he smiled and patted Mother-in-law’s hand. “Don’t worry, go about your business. Don’t mind me.”

I couldn’t bear to watch anymore and turned to prepare medicine. When I returned, Mother-in-law was gone. Two servants waited outside while Father-in-law was stretching to reach a water cup on the table. Accustomed to doing everything himself, he refused to use the servants, and this movement made my heart skip.

He seemed to have anticipated my question. “I have only seen that princess once; perhaps the facial features are somewhat similar, but they are not quite alike.” I had always known An Jin’s careful way of speaking. Since he said this, that princess must be quite similar to me. He studied me for a while and asked, “Do you have nothing else to ask me?” I blinked, playing innocent.

An Jin turned away, his gaze wandering as his fingers rubbed the coral button at his waist, a habitual gesture of discomfort.

“Did you meet Yan Huo today?”

I was surprised he knew about my meeting and curious about his lack of anger or jealousy; instead, he looked guilty like a mouse caught stealing oil. He glanced at me and quickly looked away, his composure somewhat deliberate.

I realized Yan Huo was right; An Jin’s interference had caused our loss of contact. I had thought he would remain nonchalant if he had done something, but here he was, seemingly intending to admit it.

“I have always said,” he glanced at me again, stiffly, “even if you have someone else in your heart, I will not give up. Now that we are married, even if you regret it, do not let me know.”

I looked at him for a long time. He lightly coughed and changed his sitting posture.

“Why… are you looking at me like that?”

An Jin, usually confident, was now uneasy. The last time he was unsettled was when my mother disciplined him; this time, it was due to his suspicions.

Although I was inwardly elated, I maintained a serious expression. “Speak.”

He lowered his head, sweat hanging on his forehead. “Speak about what?”

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