“You know very well that’s not what’s troubling me.” I pulled away his hand and turned to look into his eyes. “Brother Jin, based on what you’ve investigated, was it really Jiang Yun Qiao’s own idea to tamper with the golden cup to make me fail?”
An Jin looked reluctant, hesitating for a moment before slightly nodding. “According to the information I have, it was indeed her.”
My last remaining hope was shattered, and my heart sank to the bottom.
Now, Yun Qiao plans to compete for the position of heir and seek revenge. Her way of doing things is vastly different from before. Young Master Bai, Yun Qiao has truly loved you, don’t you want to cherish her?
Can you bear to see her do wrong things for you, going against her own nature?”
“True love? So you also believe that someone’s true love should be cherished?” A low, hoarse voice came from behind the white cotton fabric. “I thought that for you, any true love except for An Jin should be discarded like an old shoe.”
I dug my fingers into my palm, staring at him intently.
“Bai Chen” elegantly extended his hand, removing the veil hat and revealing his pale face. His features were thinner than before, but had lost none of their stunning beauty, and even gained a touch of tragic allure. “What, surprised to see I’m not dead?”
My tense nerves gradually relaxed after a while.
“Xia Zhiyuan,” I called out his name. “I should have realized earlier.”
“That’s right, you should have realized long ago,” he said, picking up the wine cup from the table and twirling it between his fingers. “Given our friendship, of course I wouldn’t forget to come and visit you first. My Princess Zhao Hua.”
“Xia Zhiyuan, what do you want?” I suddenly understood. Since Bai Chen was Xia Zhiyuan, it meant that Yun Qiao’s beloved, that youth in the snow, was actually the Eastern Palace heir of Qi Kingdom? No wonder he couldn’t speak, couldn’t show his face. Could it be that what she wanted to help him reclaim was actually the throne of Qi Kingdom?
“What do I want?” He smiled slightly.
