The wedding dress, fiery red, accentuated her cold and resolute beauty.
He could no longer distinguish which of her words angered him more—that she would rather die than marry him, or that she was willing to die with Xiao Yi Xun?
Xiao Han Jin’s pupils contracted slightly, the veins on his tightly clenched fists bulging, as he struggled to maintain his composure on the brink of snapping, “Rong Hua, put the hairpin down.”
“And what about him?”
She didn’t specify who “him” was, but everyone knew she was referring to Xiao Yi Xun.
A deathly silence fell over the crowd.
The gloom that had just begun to dissipate in Xiao Han Jin’s eyes surged back more intensely, his voice clearly tinged with biting anger, “Are you so steadfast, willing to throw away your bright future to die with him?”
A bright future?
She had long since lost such a thing.
All she wanted now was a life without Xiao Han Jin—the more she had loved him, the more she wanted to leave him.
She was petty, she was selfish, she couldn’t bear the thought of a woman who had grown up with him and almost married him staying by his side every day. All her desperate resolve stemmed from her inability to repeatedly watch him walk away.
Di Rong Hua’s gaze remained steady, “Didn’t you say that his current state is partly my doing? Besides, we were just moments away from completing our wedding ceremony. If not for your interference, we would already be husband and wife, naturally sharing life and death.”
Sharing life and death.
Hah.
A cold laugh escaped Xiao Han Jin’s throat, “Are you afraid I’m not angry enough to kill him, so you provoke me with such words?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said indifferently, “You asked, so I answered.”
Xiao Han Jin’s chest heaved, and he suddenly turned his head to angrily rebuke, “Xiao Yi Xun, are you dead? Are you proud to have a woman willing to die for you?”
Xiao Yi Xun lowered his eyes and chuckled ambiguously, “A little, after all, you wish she would be willing to die for you, but she wouldn’t.”
The crowd, “…”
Is this really the time to provoke the Crown Prince? Are you not afraid of dying fast enough?
After a moment of thought, Xiao Yi Xun added, “Besides, when she was still willing to pay attention to you, didn’t you also pretend to be the victim of everyone’s bullying? We’re all in the same boat, what right do you have to criticize me today?”
The crowd, “…”
Di Rong Hua, “…”
It took her a while to understand what Xiao Yi Xun meant.
In just a month, it was impossible for Xiao Han Jin to transform from a marginalized Crown Prince to someone capable of rebellion. So, back then, even a little eunuch dared to disrespect him—it was all just an act, a deliberate show of weakness.
Everything had been under his control all along.
And she had actually felt sorry for him, pitied him, and foolishly tried to help him…
Di Rong Hua closed her eyes.
Xiao Han Jin watched her increasingly cold and beautiful face, a twitch in his brow, “What else can you do besides dredging up the past and sowing discord?”
Xiao Yi Xun smirked, “And what else can you do besides threatening and forcing women?”
The crowd, “…”
Why does it suddenly feel like the atmosphere has changed?
“Di Rong Hua.”
Xiao Han Jin closed his eyes briefly, his voice tense and stiff, “I can spare him, put the hairpin down.”
Di Rong Hua gripped the hairpin tightly, “… Let me go.”
Xiao Han Jin’s pupils contracted slightly, his gaze growing darker, “If I don’t let you go, are you planning to take my brother with you to death?”
