Sang Qing pouted, looking like she was sulking, and tugged at the tassels on her clothes with her little hands.

The artists who came were all from Yufeng Media and Qingshan Entertainment, and they were all top-tier celebrities.

Such an occasion would naturally feature the graceful figure of a movie queen.

Sang Qing's eyes were fixed on her.

Wenwen wore a royal blue deep V-neck fishtail dress, paired with slightly androgynous makeup, exuding a powerful aura and a queen-like presence.

No wonder she's called a red carpet killer. With looks like that, which female celebrity would want to take a photo with her?

Sang Qing grew angrier the more she thought about it. Her uncle had been talking to that movie star the whole time. Had he forgotten that she even existed?

Moreover, she heard them both clearly—

Just now, Nie Xin gave Wen Wen a big hug when she saw her. Wen Wen smiled and even touched Nie Xin's cheek.

"How come Actor Nie is still so handsome!"

"The Best Actress is still so beautiful!"

"I heard you've come back to inherit the family fortune?"

"Hey, my family doesn't have any assets!" Nie Xin smirked. "My family only has the army!"

Wenwen couldn't stop laughing at his fancy Versailles-style pose.

But her laughter was too grating to Sang Qing's ears!

"Hey, stop pulling!" He Jin said, both amused and exasperated. "Look at your clothes..."

Sang Qing suddenly came to her senses.

Oh no! The tassels are all torn off!

She stomped her feet in frustration, feeling both anxious and distressed.

He Jin couldn't bear to see her clearly liking something but refusing to say it, so he tried his best to suppress his laughter and comforted her, saying, "It's alright, there are embroiderers in the palace. Go to the dressing room and wait, I'll arrange it right away!"

“But…” Sang Qing hesitated.

"I can't accept this..."

"If you feel bad about it, why don't you come to the palace another day and make me some rose-flavored ice jelly?" He Jin laughed. "I really have to correct Nie Xin's stingy habit; she even haggles over a bowl of ice jelly!"

Sang Qing chuckled, bowed to He Jin in farewell, and was then led to the dressing room by a servant.

After He Jin finished arranging for the embroiderers, he suddenly heard a shrill voice behind him:

"Little brother, what do you mean by this?"

He Jin stiffened, turned around, and met He Ya's angry eyes.

"Why is that wild girl here? Why was she able to come in with Nie Xin!"

“And…” Herya’s face turned pale with anger, and she bit each word hard, “Why are you here too? Shouldn’t you be ‘sick’?”

He Jin raised his chin and smiled slightly.

Heya couldn't help but take a step back.

She rarely saw him look like that—calm, resolute, and exuding an unapproachable sacredness.

In her memory, this younger brother clearly lived a humble and timid life...

Heya steadied herself, realizing she must have been seeing things.

"What, can't answer my question?" Her face was cold. "Has your brother forgotten the deal he made with his sister?"

He Jin paused for a moment, then calmly replied, "I haven't forgotten."

"Don't worry, sister, I'll answer your questions one by one. First of all, my 'illness' is healing very quickly." A meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "Fastest than I expected!"

"you……"

"Secondly, that girl isn't a wild child; her name is Sang Qing. We've been learning court etiquette since we were little. Did your etiquette teacher ever teach you to be disrespectful? What kind of monarch is he if he lacks tolerance, respect, and self-respect?"

Heya gritted her teeth, her lips trembling slightly.

“Third, I gave Sang Qing the invitation; she’s my guest today.” He Jin’s words were firm and resolute. “If my sister tries to lay a hand on her in this setting, it’s tantamount to breaking ties with me…”

"It's unwise of you to do this before your uncle's scales have completely tipped in your favor towards your sister. You could say you're ruining your future! Right?"

Heya screamed, "He Jin!"

He Jin smiled even more broadly, watching her quietly.

That look wasn't a provocation, but rather a message to her: Come on, I'm not afraid of you!

Heya gasped.

She was somewhat terrified; this version of He Jin felt unfamiliar to her, and a chill ran down her spine.

“Oh, I forgot to mention one last thing!” He Jin smiled. “About that deal between us?”

"Sister, that wasn't really a deal."

"What did you say?"

"I like Huo Zhixing, or rather, I like men. There's no point in hiding it."

Hea's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I like him, but I didn't break up his family." He Jin's smile faded, and his words were firm and resolute. "I like men, I don't deny that. I just have a slightly different orientation in that area, but I haven't done anything immoral, I haven't hurt anyone, and I certainly haven't committed any heinous crimes!"

He never harmed anyone; on the contrary, he had a compassionate heart since childhood.

Many welfare homes, charitable foundations, and stray animal rescue stations in Southeast Asia were established with his anonymous funding.

He personally supervised many school building renovation projects, allowing no room for carelessness.

At his suggestion and insistence, the Nanyang Cabinet introduced a number of bills to protect the rights and interests of women and children.

He spared no effort in speaking out for the disadvantaged, and everything he did was not to win people over, but out of genuine sincerity...

He Jin took a deep breath, looked into He Ya's eyes, and said, word by word, "If the world cannot tolerate me, I have nothing to say. But sister, your biggest obstacle has never been me, it's yourself! You've never even thought about how to make your people live a better life!"

"If you don't show your sincerity, how can you expect others to be sincere with you?"

"What do you mean?" Hea sensed a threat. "Aren't you afraid I'll reveal your secret? Do you want to compete with me for the throne?"

He Jin smiled helplessly, "After saying all that, it's like casting pearls before swine!"

"you……"

"Sister," He Jin said coldly as he brushed past her as he was leaving, "I don't need to fight for the throne! Even if we did, you wouldn't be a match for me!"

Heya stared at He Jin's back as he slowly disappeared from sight.

She was trembling all over, her hands and feet were ice cold, and yet she could hear the laughter of the wedding all around her.

She screamed, stomped her foot hard, and felt like she was about to explode!

"Your Highness, please calm down," a servant advised. "His Majesty is officiating this wedding; you mustn't cause trouble..."

"Shut up!" Heya slapped her across the face. "Since when did it become your place to lecture me?!"

The servant hurriedly lowered his head.

“Yes, I shouldn’t have made a scene…” Heya took a few long breaths, “I should have added some excitement to the wedding!”

With that, she sneered and looked at the attendant beside her: "That one in the western palace has been locked up for too long... Heh, let her out for some fresh air!"