Sang Qing nodded, already prepared.

“It was I who made the matter public.” She chuckled. “That’s why Queen Jiamin asked me to testify in court and accuse Chairman Yin of being the murderer who framed Princess Yue.”

He Jin nodded: "That's right."

“But I won’t do as she wishes.”

"You know what to say in court," He Jin paused, then smiled. "The trial process is complicated, so you need to be mentally prepared. And on that day... there might be unexpected things."

"Unexpected?" Sang Qing blinked her big eyes, not quite understanding the meaning of those four words.

He Jin did not explain further.

However, his gaze held a hint of pity for the girl before him. She should have grown up alongside him, and he thought she should be a very well-behaved and adorable girl…

younger sister.

"Your Highness," Sang Qing pressed, "what else might happen?"

He Jin glanced at Nie Xin beside him; he was unusually quiet today.

Neither of them knew how to bring this up with Sang Qing.

Chairman Yin had long suspected Sang Qing's lineage, and after confirming this suspicion, he hoped to take advantage of an opportunity to make it public so that neither Jia Min nor He Ya could cause any trouble.

Now, the best opportunity is the court hearing...

"Oh, it's nothing." He Jin nudged Nie Xin with his elbow. "Say something! You insisted on coming tonight."

Nie Xin raised her head.

When his eyes met Sang Qing's, he felt extremely conflicted, and memories of their past flashed through his mind.

Their meeting in a Manchester slum, the misunderstanding in the hospital, their time spent together in the hotel, and sharing a float on stage...

On the high seas, he held her in his arms like he had picked up a lost stray cat and took her on his private jet.

However, she was not an ordinary stray cat.

She was a noblewoman of pure blood…

Thinking about all this, Nie Xin's heart began to pound. He could now understand how inferior Sang Qing had felt in front of him.

"Uncle?" Sang Qing called him a few times, "What's wrong?"

Nie Xin's throat tightened, she licked her lips, and forced a smile.

Seeing his expression, He Jin gave him a disdainful look.

"Speak quickly! There are eyes and ears everywhere in this palace. I brought you in under the pretense of visiting your aunt, and the guards are watching! If you are too slow, it will arouse suspicion."

“I know!” Nie Xin returned a disdainful look.

Then he looked at Sang Qing, hesitated for a long time, and stammered, "That..."

Sang Qing kept looking at him, getting impatient.

"What's wrong, Uncle?"

"Hey, where did you take those rings you bought?"

"Um?"

"Last time I was drunk, you put it on my wrist, didn't you?"

Sang Qing was stumped by the question and had no idea what to do.

He Jin, standing to the side, had the same expression. He looked at her and then at Nie Xin, asking in surprise, "You two have rings?"

"It's none of your business!" Nie Xin pushed him away.

He Jin pursed his lips and strolled to the other side of the garden, not wanting to be a third wheel.

Sang Qing took a deep breath, but then heard Nie Xin's urgent voice: "The ring, the ring!"

"..."

"Hurry up and take it out!"

Sang Qing frowned. "Why are you making such a fuss about wanting a ring?"

"Anyway... just give it to me."

Normally, he would definitely add "you brat" to the end of that sentence.

But he didn't dare today.

According to royal protocol, he should have given the young prince a very respectful bow.

“Sang Qing,” he swallowed, “the last time I was drunk, you put it on my finger, and I felt, I felt the size was just right. I, I’ve never worn such a perfect ring before!”

"Huh?" Sang Qing felt even more puzzled.

"Then you took it back, and my fingers felt so empty and uncomfortable!"

"..."

"Sang Qing, how can you bear to see me suffer?"

Although Sang Qing didn't understand what he was talking about, she had never seen the movie star so anxious before.

He seemed anxious, yet he was incredibly patient with every word she spoke, speaking softly and even humbly.

This is nothing like his usual self.

Sang Qing suddenly remembered hearing someone say that there was a kind of witchcraft in Southeast Asia that could change a person's personality and control their thoughts.

She was shocked and blurted out, "Uncle, have you been bewitched?"

...

He Jin stood on one side of the garden. The West Palace was already remote, and the garden was even more tranquil, as if one could hear the sound of the grass and trees stretching.

He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying a rare moment of peace, but then he heard a faint commotion coming from the other side...

Sang Qing's voice, Nie Xin's voice.

There was also a mix of Sang Qing's and Nie Xin's voices.

He Jin was taken aback. How could these two get into a fight on a date?

He was about to rush over when he suddenly looked up and saw Nie Xin striding towards him, putting on a pink wig as she walked.

He had a shiny object between his fingers.

He Jin was stunned for a moment. In the end, he was made to wear the ring?

"That brat, how dare she refuse!"

"Heh, if you don't give it to me, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

"If Uncle doesn't show his power, does he really think I'm Hello Kitty?"

Before He Jin could react to Nie Xin's mutterings, another sound came from the other end—

"The movie star stole something! I'll post it online and let all your fans come and watch!"

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