Sang Qing's face flushed red, and she stood there feeling utterly ashamed.

Queen Jiamin rose gently, walked around the long table, and slowly approached her.

Then, pointing to one of the garments, he said to her, "This is a type of gold thread embroidery. The gold threads used around it are made from raw materials from our neighboring country in Southeast Asia. The annual production is very limited, so they are extremely precious. This kind of thread is soft and brittle, with little toughness. You have to be extra careful when embroidering it to ensure that one thread comes through intact."

Sang Qing had heard of this kind of thing before, but this was the first time she had ever seen it.

“This craft requires extremely high needlework skills.” Jia Min looked at her quietly. “It takes five or six months to make just one robe. It takes several old craftsmen working together to make one.”

Sang Qing bit her lip and remained silent.

“Miss Sang, I don’t doubt your abilities,” Jia Min said softly, “but sometimes whether a person can accomplish something depends not on their ability, but on their insight.”

“Like these robes, you’ve never seen or been exposed to this kind of craftsmanship before. Even with the best skills, you can’t embroider them.”

"And the same applies to you and Nie Xin."

“Miss Sang, you’ve been in Southeast Asia for a while now, so you should be able to understand me. You don’t need an English translator, right?”

A bitter taste rose in Sang Qing's throat, and she clenched her small hands tightly, her nails digging into her flesh.

The pain was unnoticed.

Yes, the Queen is right. Even if she had such fine clothes, she wouldn't know how to mend or care for them.

Even if she met a good man like Nie Xin, over time, the disparity in their social status and values ​​would inevitably lead to conflicts and incompatibility.

Once the initial excitement wears off and you realize that neither of you loves the other as much, will you still be able to be tolerant of each other?

Sang Qing's eyes silently reddened.

Asking her to let go of Nie Xin was like tearing a piece of her heart out. Without Uncle, her life would be an incomplete puzzle, forever missing that one piece…

Seeing that the time was right, Jiamin gave her maid a wink, and the maid placed a thick envelope on the table in front of her.

Inside were US dollars and a genuine passport from Southeast Asia.

“Miss Sang, I know you didn’t have an identity before and were treated like an illegal immigrant, which made your life very difficult.” Jia Min looked at her. “It’s not difficult for you to get an identity, but you only have temporary residency status right now.”

“Miss Sang, I’m giving you money and a passport. From now on, you are a true Nanyang citizen.” Jia Min said, emphasizing each word. “However, please leave Nanyang for a while!”

"What?" Sang Qing was stunned for a moment. Seeing the money and passport, she couldn't help but smile. "The Queen gave me a real identity, but it's just so I can leave this place?"

“It’s not a permanent departure, just a temporary one.” Jia Min looked at her coldly. “You have a passport, so it’s easy for you to go anywhere.”

How long will I be gone?

"Until Nie Xin gets married."

"marry……"

Sang Qing murmured and repeated those two words.

Who will he marry? The princess?

Her fists clenched, and her body trembled slightly.

So, in their eyes, Nie Xin was just an object!

In their eyes, Nie Xin was the general's son, the best candidate for marriage alliance, and a tool to consolidate the royal family's position.

But in Sang Qing's eyes, Nie Xin was unique in the world, her god, her whole world.

She asked herself: Sang Qing, you cherish and hold this person in your heart so dearly, yet they treat you as a tool for exchanging benefits. Are you willing to accept this?

Doesn't it hurt?

Aren't you going to fight back?

Sang Qing bit her lip hard, her beautiful amber eyes filled with determination.

"Miss Sang, have you thought this through?"

Jiamin was confident.

The US dollars in that envelope were enough for her to live a carefree life for a long time.

A passport from Southeast Asia is something many people dream of.

She has both of these things, so what else could she possibly disagree with?

Unexpectedly, Sang Qing let out a cold snort, her indifferent eyes revealing a hint of contempt: "Do you think I'm like you, using Uncle as a tool for transactions?"

Jiamin was startled, her brows furrowing. "What did you say?"

Sang Qing picked up the envelope, each word spoken with conviction, "If I agree to your conditions, I can get money and a formal identity in Southeast Asia! Yes, both of these are things I need, but I will fight for what I need myself, and I will not trade Nie Xin for them!"

"you……"

"Your Majesty, please forgive my rudeness." Sang Qing bowed slightly, then raised her head to meet her gaze directly. "But I want to tell you that you cannot persuade me to back down!"

“Sister Jiang Can once told me that if you love someone, you should be bold and fight for them! That’s how she and the Third Young Master were.” Sang Qing’s voice trembled slightly. “At the time, she didn’t know she was the daughter of the Yin family and felt that her status was lowly and she was not good enough for Third Master Huo, but she always worked hard and made progress!”

"Sister Jiang Can said that the most beautiful form of love is standing side by side with someone. He is good and I am not bad either. This is what it means to be a good match!"

"I...I'm trying too, trying to stand by Uncle's side and let him know that I'm worthy of him, that I can do it!"

"So, Your Majesty, I will not accept your condition!" Sang Qing slammed the envelope on the table. "I will not use my uncle to exchange for anything!"

After she finished speaking, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, her hands and feet were ice-cold, and her knees were weak.

If it weren't for the table in front of her that she could support herself, she would definitely have knelt on the ground.

Queen Jiamin was utterly shocked; it seemed that Sang Qing was far more difficult to deal with than she had imagined…

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