“You?”
Xiao Hanjin’s lips curled slightly as his gaze slowly settled on her. His thin lips parted, “Ronghua, you can’t marry him.”
The woman’s face instantly turned cold, “And why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to.”
Ha?
Di Ronghua laughed in anger, her smile not reaching her eyes, which were instead filled with icy disdain, “In front of your father, you truly never cease to amaze me.” Her voice was laced with sarcasm, “You don’t want me to marry him, so I can’t? Do you really think you’re the emperor of Beixi?”
Her words bordered on treason, and the emperor’s expression grew even darker, “Xiao Hanjin, if you don’t step back now, don’t blame me for being harsh!”
But the man didn’t even lift his head, his gaze fixed solely on the woman before him, “Do you prefer the emperor?” he asked ambiguously, “If I were the emperor, would you not marry him?”
Di Ronghua’s eyes widened in shock, “Have you lost your mind?”
To say such things in front of his father—was this man trying to get himself killed?
Sure enough, the next second, the emperor abruptly stood up, his face dark with fury, “Guards! Seize the Crown Prince at once!”
Di Ronghua’s expression shifted slightly.
Xiao Yixun’s eyes flickered, “Father, Third Brother is just too fond of Ronghua. He’s momentarily lost his senses. Please don’t take it to heart.”
The emperor sneered, about to say more, when the wedding hall was suddenly surrounded by soldiers.
But the leader wasn’t the imperial guards—it was Fan Jiang!
The crowd’s expressions changed dramatically, and gasps of shock filled the air.
Was this… a rebellion?!
The emperor roared in anger, “Xiao Hanjin!”
Xiao Yixun’s face was icy, yet tinged with an indescribable complexity, “Hanjin, call your men back.”
Xiao Hanjin’s smile deepened, “Your Highness, since you prefer it, how about I seize the throne for you?”
Di Ronghua’s eyes widened even further, her lips parting in disbelief, “For a woman, you’d commit regicide and usurp the throne?”
Since when did he love her so much?
Until now, all his attempts to win her back had amounted to nothing more than a simple “I love you.”
He refused to let go of Mu Qingshuang, yet he was willing to bring troops to his own brother’s wedding and seize the throne?
He wasn’t just crazy—he was utterly insane.
“Seizing the throne is true, but regicide—”
The man looked at her with a depth of emotion, his voice low and amused, “Your Highness, my father isn’t dead yet. Don’t curse him.”
Di Ronghua was stunned.
Xiao Hanjin’s lips curved slightly, and his slender, well-defined hand gently cupped her cheek, “Don’t look at me like that, Ronghua. If it weren’t for my father, you wouldn’t be entangled with me like this today. So you don’t need to pity him, alright?”
Di Ronghua sharply turned her head away, avoiding his touch.
But the next second, realization dawned on her, and she stared at him in shock, “What do you mean?”
The man let out a cryptic laugh, “Mu Qingshuang warned me to be careful of Prince Xian, saying that the assassination attempt on me four years ago was orchestrated by him. But how could a mere prince have such power?” He casually glanced at the emperor, “Father, what do you think?”
The crowd was once again stunned.
Was he implying that the Crown Prince’s near-death experience four years ago was because of… Prince Xian?
No, because of the emperor himself?!
Xiao Yixun’s brow furrowed deeply.
He had always thought that their father only sought balance, not actual fratricide.
But now it seemed… their father truly had no heart.
Four years ago, the Crown Prince’s reputation and power had already posed a threat to the emperor’s throne. Did he really resort to assassination without hesitation?
