When Heya arrived at the main hall, she met Heyan's stern gaze and couldn't help but tremble.

"uncle……"

He Yan looked displeased.

He was utterly disappointed in Heya.

Heya looked around. These guards all seemed to be General Nie's confidants. He Yan's intention in summoning the Nie family's army into the palace at this time was obvious...

She bit her lip and forced a smile, saying, "I wonder what brings you here, Uncle?"

He Yan took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and gestured for the guards to leave.

At this moment, only the two of them remained in the main hall. In fact, he still considered Heya's feelings, after all, she was a child he had raised himself.

"It's just the two of us now." He Yan's voice was low, his sharp gaze sweeping over her. "Tell me the truth!"

Heya twitched her lips. "I don't understand what Uncle means."

"Now that things have come to this, you still want to deny it?!" He Yan roared. "Did you post those online posts? Did you hire those online trolls? You slandered He Jin and made him go through this ordeal. What exactly are you trying to achieve?!"

"Uncle, what makes you think I did it?" Heya retorted. "Ha, Uncle, you don't think I'm jealous of He Jin, do you? He's my own brother! What good would it do me to do this?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I was going to ask you! What's in it for you?"

He Yan was panting heavily, his chest heaving, his voice hoarse: "The year you and A Jin first came to the Grand Palace, you were both very young. I held your hands, one on each side, and led you up these steps... At that time, I swore that I would treat you as my own children, and that's what I've done all these years!"

"But why is it that Ah Jin only knows how to be grateful, while you disregard family ties and are willing to destroy him at all costs, even the entire royal family?"

“I…” Heya moved her lips, her voice trembling slightly, “Uncle, you have no evidence!”

"Evidence?" He Yan never expected her to be so stubborn until she was faced with a corner. He sneered and tossed a brown paper bag at her.

Heya opened the bag, and inside was a stack of papers, densely packed with accounts of online trolls, along with payment methods and account details...

She opened her eyes wide and gasped.

"Now that you've seen the evidence, are you giving up?" He Yan glanced at her. "Ha, you thought you'd covered your tracks perfectly and no one could find out?"

Heya collapsed to the ground, drenched in a cold sweat.

He Yan did put in a lot of effort to investigate these accounts, but with Pan Dafu, obtaining them was as easy as taking candy from a baby.

When He Yan first saw these things, he really didn't want to believe that He Ya had done them.

"I really didn't expect that all the effort I put into training would result in someone like you..." He Yan muttered to himself.

He felt frustrated, resentful, and self-reproachful, blaming himself for not educating Heya well and for not protecting Hejin.

“Uncle, you’re wrong.” Heya slowly stood up from the ground, a irrational smile curling at the corner of her lips. “I’m doing this to rid the royal family of a menace!”

"What did you say?"

"Why should He Jin have this throne!" Heya's eyes were filled with a hint of madness. "He's not a normal man, he doesn't deserve it at all!"

"If we make him king, are we going to make all the men in Southeast Asia follow his example? What kind of chaos will Southeast Asia become then?"

"Uncle, if Aunt were still alive, she would support what I did!"

"Shut up!" He Yan shouted sternly.

"You're insane...you're absolutely insane!" He pointed at her, his finger trembling slightly, and shouted at the guards, "Take her out of here!"

"Since you listen to your aunt so much, then stay in your own palace and cherish the memory of her!"

Heya was taken aback, and then several tall and burly guards stepped forward, grabbed her arms on either side, and dragged her out.

Heyan issued a confinement order, and Heya is locked in her palace and will not be able to leave for the foreseeable future.

Heya struggled and screamed hysterically, her frantic cries echoing through the opulent corridor. He Yan turned around, his emotions a jumble of complex feelings, and took several deep breaths to calm himself down.

When He Jin heard the commotion coming from the main hall, he rushed over and saw He Ya being dragged out by the guards.

The siblings brushed past each other, and He Ya glared at him fiercely. At that moment, a chill ran through He Jin's heart.

...

He Jin entered the main hall and gently knelt down in front of He Yan.

"You've come..." He Yan forced a smile.

He Jin had always regarded him as a great tree, believing that he could withstand wind and rain and remain evergreen forever. But just now, He Jin suddenly noticed that this great tree had also grown many white hairs at its temples.

“Uncle,” He Jin grasped his hand, “Please don’t blame my sister, and don’t take it to heart, she…”

He racked his brains but couldn't think of any words of comfort.

He Yan smiled calmly and said in a low voice, "I treat her like a daughter, and I won't really hold it against her. But if I don't hold it against her, it's not fair to you..."

“I got the throne she wanted most, so we're even.”

He Yan patted his head, showing a loving expression.

"By the way, there's something I want to discuss with you." He Yan got up, pulled He Jin into the courtyard, breathed in the fresh air, and looked at the beautiful garden. His mood improved considerably.

“I want to throw a banquet specifically for Sang Qing,” He Yan said. “I haven’t done anything for her since she came back. This is a good opportunity to let the members of the royal family get to know her formally, so that she won’t be unable to remember people’s names when she meets them in the future.”

He Jin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course that's great!"

"I'll leave this to you," He Yan said, looking at him. "First, draft a guest list, then send out invitations. As for how to handle the banquet... you young people can decide that yourselves!"

He Jin nodded in agreement, and the first name that came to mind was Nie Xin.

Since he was allowed to make the decision, he would let Nie Xin properly propose to Sang Qing at the banquet!

Of course, there were also a few powerful families, such as the Yin family... After all, Yin Ruohong was a person with a noble title.

He Jin had a general idea in mind, and these past few days he had been personally handling everything from drafting the list to selecting the venue.

He personally went to the Yin family to deliver the invitation, personally inviting Huo Zhixing and Jiang Can to attend the banquet.

He even personally selected a dress for Sang Qing.

On the day of the banquet, when Sang Qing walked slowly into the crowd wearing a short-sleeved shirt and sarong with traditional Southeast Asian heavy embroidery, He Jin's lips curled up with an extremely proud smile.

"Well," he nudged the dumbfounded Nie Xin beside him with his elbow and chuckled softly, "I chose it!"

Nie Xin was staring at Sang Qing in a daze and didn't hear what he said at all.

“Oh,” He Jin said again, “I’ll arrange for you two to be together when we take the group photo later… There’ll be a ball after the photo shoot, and I’ve prepared the rose petals and stuff you need.”

"Nie Xin, this is all I can do to help you. The rest is up to you!"

"Are you deaf or stupid? Give me some feedback!"

"Nie Xin!"

Nie Xin exclaimed "Ah!" and stared blankly at He Jin, asking the question that was sure to get her in trouble: "What did you just say?"