Every perfect love story must have an ex-girlfriend who serves as cannon fodder.
The cannon fodder ex-girlfriend is always beautiful, comes from a good background, and loves to act recklessly...
"I'm just an unloved princess who grew up in the cold palace; I'm afraid I don't know any of the information you're looking for."
It was Jia De's voice, and Han Lingxi recognized it easily.
"Princess, you only need to tell me, who rescued you from Yinghu Lake that day?"
There was a long silence behind the artificial hill, probably because Jiade was unwilling to speak.
“Princess Jiade, you should think carefully. If you answer my question, I will send someone to deliver a thousand shi of rice and a hundred bolts of cloth to the grasslands. In the future, you can take these things with you when you marry into the grasslands, which will be enough for you to gain a foothold in the Tartars.”
The voice was seductive and felt very familiar to Han Lingxi. She had met very few people, and those who could be so generous were extremely rare. Han Lingxi was almost certain that the speaker was Qin Lan.
"How did the Crown Prince know that Jiade had fallen into Yinghu Lake?"
"Jia De asked, then said in surprise after a moment."
"You arrived in the capital of Northern Wei long ago?"
Han Lingxi was shocked to hear this speculation. She hadn't expected Qin Lan to have infiltrated Northern Wei so early, and that the delegation was just a cover. Han Lingxi turned to look at Baili Lingxiang. Did he know that Qin Lan had already entered the capital? Baili Lingxiang had sentries all over the capital, so he must know.
However, Han Lingxi thought of many other things. If Qin Lan had been nearby when Jiade fell into the water that day, many of the causes and effects that Han Lingxi didn't understand in her previous life would have been easily resolved.
Han Lingxi is the variable in this life. If Han Lingxi had not appeared to save Jiade that day, and Jiade was still alive and well in the previous life, then the person who saved Jiade must have been someone else.
Given that Qin Lan was present at the time, it's very likely that Qin Lan saved Jia De in a previous life, which would explain why Jia De helped Southern Qin destroy his own motherland.
Judging from the question Qin Lan asked Jia De, he didn't see the scene where he saved Jia De. So what made him have to leave halfway through the play?
The only possibility is that he was afraid of being discovered, and it's very likely that Baili Lingxiang arrived before he jumped into the water, which made Qin Lan wary and forced to leave.
But the reason he's interrogating Jia De like this might be that he wants to know the whereabouts of the Fire-Eyed Cat, or that he discovered himself in the tree before he left. That would explain everything.
Their conversation continued while Han Lingxi was deep in thought.
"When I arrived in the capital is none of the princess's business. The princess only needs to tell me, who saved you? Or, it wasn't a person."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you save me not a human, but a ghost? It was my second brother who saved me. I've already answered you. Don't forget what you promised me."
Han Lingxi was still very touched that Jiade hadn't betrayed her; it wasn't in vain that she had risked her illness to save her.
"Can I go now?"
After Jia De finished speaking, she left in a hurry, indicating that she was not as calm as she appeared.
But Qin Lan didn't leave, and Han Lingxi heard another man's voice.
"Master, she is lying."
Han Lingxi guessed that this person must be the legendary secret guard.
"Of course she was lying. In Baili Lingxiang's eyes, Jiade's life was less than that of an ant, not worth him getting his clothes wet to save her."
"Then why did you let her leave?"
The guard asked, puzzled.
"I've got the answer I wanted. The one hiding in that tree should be the Fiery-Eyed Cat. The banquet is about to begin."
After saying that, Qin Lan also left.
Han Lingxi was a little uneasy. What would Baili Lingxiang do to her if he knew she was the Fiery-Eyed Cat?
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