“I wanted to find you, but the Eastern Palace was also at the guest inn. If he discovered me, all our plans would be ruined,” he paused, seeming hesitant. “Also, I wanted to know how you would choose.”
I angrily bit his chin. “Did you collude with Yan Or?”
“More precisely, he designed this choice, and I was curious too,” he smiled slightly.
I quickly tried to imagine his original appearance to suppress this strange feeling.
“You also came to test me?” As I connected the whole story, I suddenly understood. Yan Or was a master at calculating people’s hearts. If I had chosen the Wujin token, it would have left an unresolvable knot in An Jin’s heart. Yet An Jin had actually accepted his arrangement, watching my choice coldly with Xia Zhichun alongside him.
An Jin coughed, changing the subject. “Don’t you want to know what I’ve been doing in Xiliang, and why Xia Zhichun is here?”
“Don’t change the subject,” I pushed away his chest, glaring at him hatefully. “Do you know how I’ve spent these past months? I haven’t had a single peaceful night, dreaming every night that you were injured or betrayed. When awake, my mind was full of where you were, what you were doing, and what I could do to help you. Finally coming to Xiliang, although I wanted to know where you were, I didn’t dare show it in front of Yan Or, afraid he might harm you if he found out. In front of everyone, I could only pretend to be calm and indifferent, acting like a proper Southern Rui princess. And you, whom I’ve been worrying about, were standing by, watching me being played around by you all?”
By the end of this speech, her voice was hoarse, as if she had emptied all her energy.
By the end, she was truly heartbroken, everything before her blurry and hazy.
As long as she didn’t blink, the tears wouldn’t fall. She desperately held her eyelids, not wanting to cry after saying such an accusatory speech.
Her eyelids felt sore. She vaguely saw him approaching, reaching out to caress her face.
