“Rong Hua!” Another sharp cry burst out, frantic and desperate. “Don’t move! I’m begging you—whatever you want, anything, even if you don’t want this child, even if you turn around and kill me, alright?”
Before today, Xiao Hanjin had never imagined he could so easily abandon this child.
As she’d once said, it was something he’d painstakingly schemed to obtain from her.
But now, compared to her life or death, it didn’t stir the slightest ripple in his heart.
“Heh…”
The night wind was cold, but her voice was colder. “I told you, I won’t believe you.”
Before her words fully landed, her forward-leaning body left the ground without a shred of hesitation…
“Di Rong Hua!”
A furious roar tore through the quiet cliffside night.
Xiao Hanjin staggered as if struck by lightning, lunging toward her on pure instinct.
But it was too slow, too far…
She’d done it on purpose—deliberately keeping him at a distance, ensuring he couldn’t even reach out to grab her.
She’d chosen this day, the moment his birthday arrived, to deliver this grand “gift.”
Or perhaps… from the moment she suggested joining him for the spring hunt, or even earlier, she’d been deceiving him all along?
The promises of bearing the child, forgiving him, marrying him after the hunt—all lies!
Xiao Hanjin watched her red figure fall like a butterfly with broken wings from the perilous cliff’s edge. The mountain wind whipped her clothes and skirts into a wild flurry, a vivid, bewitching red against the clear moonlight—stunning yet chillingly resolute.
“You’ve deceived me for so long, and I’ve only tricked you once. Don’t take it out on someone else again…”
Her light, emotionless voice drifted up from the misty cliff below, mingling with the night breeze, sounding utterly unreal.
Xiao Hanjin raced forward at the fastest speed of his life, but by the time he reached the cliff’s edge, her figure had vanished from his sight.
For two seconds, he stood frozen, his mind blank.
The instant he snapped back, he leapt off without a second thought.
“Crown Prince!”
Fan Jiang, arriving to report something, hadn’t expected to witness such a heart-stopping scene. The Crown Prince jumping off a cliff?!
Had the man not left a single command, he might’ve thought it was a fake prince!
[Find Di Rong Hua.]
So… had the princess fallen too?!
Sinking endlessly downward, Xiao Hanjin couldn’t discern the boundless cliff bottom in the dark night—nothing but blackness and the sound of wind.
“Rong Hua, Di Rong Hua!”
He kept calling out, but the only echo was his own voice.
Even if she heard, she probably wouldn’t answer. The thought hit him like a jolt, his heart clenching painfully as rage surged uncontrollably.
Di Rong Hua.
Her name ground out between clenched teeth.
Did she hate him so much that she’d use death to spite him?
From start to finish, it was all deliberate.
This woman hadn’t just tricked him once—she’d deceived him through an entire span of happiness, from beginning to end.
Splash! Water erupted violently as his ink-black figure plunged into the depths.
In the final second before consciousness faded, Xiao Hanjin thought, expressionless: This woman is truly ruthless.
