Heyue was pulled along by the Eighth Prince's wife for a while, leaving Princess Nuomin far behind.

Her wrist ached from being squeezed so hard, and she complained, "Sister, what are you doing? Are you unhappy with my attitude towards that Mongolian princess? That Mongolian princess is so arrogant. Last time her horse injured me, and she acted all high and mighty. Just now she provoked you like that. I just couldn't stand it."

The Eighth Prince's wife stopped, shook off her hand, and glanced back at her.

That glance was calm, as if it saw through her trick, yet it also carried a hint of sadness.

The gentle smile faded under her gaze, and he silently watched her, waiting for her to speak first.

However, she remained silent, grabbed the horse led by the maid, and prepared to leave.

He Yue suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and called out urgently, "Sister!"

The Eighth Prince's wife stopped in her tracks, but did not turn around.

He Yue bit her lip, her eyes stinging, and her voice was low: "Sister, don't you have anything to say?"

"What do you want me to say? Don't you already know?" The Eighth Prince's wife gave a mocking smirk.

He Yue felt a pang of pain in her heart, tightened her grip on her hand, and gazed intently at her: "I want to know why?"

“Because I want him dead.” The Eighth Princess met her gaze without flinching, her eyes filled with a coldness that He Yue had never seen before.

She gasped for breath, abruptly released her grip, and took a step back.

The Eighth Prince's wife did not leave, but stared at her intently.

“You said you wouldn’t go after him anymore,” He Yue murmured, shaking her head.

"That was just to appease you." The Eighth Princess Consort scoffed, but her gaze was full of affection as she looked at her: "What kind of person are you? If you knew, would you still allow me to deal with him? You're too deeply involved. I never intended to drag you into this, but you're too persistent. Why do you help him against me? Do you even remember that I'm your older sister?"

Heyue shook her head: "I never intended to go against my sister..."

"Then let's not concern ourselves with this!" The Eighth Princess interrupted her sharply, her gaze softening again: "You are my sister, aren't you?"

"No!" He Yue shook her head again, her eyes clear and firm: "I will not allow you to hurt him, I will not allow anyone to hurt him!"

The Eighth Prince's wife pressed her lips tightly together, her face cold: "Then you are my enemy."

Her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, a sharp pain. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She shook her head: "No, why does it have to be like this? Isn't it better to be okay? He won't get in anyone's way."

"No." The Eighth Prince's wife answered coldly, her gaze icy, devoid of any warmth: "Have you forgotten? If he doesn't die, it will only harm Yinzhi and me. You'd rather watch me die than not protect him, is that it?"

Heyue shook her head again, her voice slightly choked, unable to speak. What she didn't say was that she wouldn't let anyone hurt her sister, not even if it meant her own death.

The Eighth Prince's wife said nothing more, her eyes filled with disappointment, and turned to leave.

Heyue took her hand again, stopping her in her tracks.

With her back to him, the Eighth Prince's wife took a deep breath and asked coldly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

She gave a wry smile. When did they get to this point?

They are sisters, yet they act like enemies.

Is this the price she paid to find her sister?

She just wanted to protect the person she loved, why should she have to endure all this?

However, Thirteen was still waiting for her, and she couldn't let Thirteen be in any danger again.

Walking up to the Eighth Prince's wife, Heyue looked up at her and smiled bitterly: "Sister, do you want to know why? Today I will give you the answer."

The Eighth Prince's wife looked at her, but remained silent.

She stretched out her left hand, palm open, revealing the red line that was not obvious at the moment, but was still clearly visible: "Sister, do you know what this is?"

The Eighth Prince's wife looked over, frowned, and was puzzled.

"Look at this red line," He Yue gently reminded him. Only then did the other person notice something was wrong, and his brows furrowed even more: "What is this?"

He Yue smiled bitterly: "This is my entanglement with Thirteen. This red thread has destined my inseparable fate with Thirteen."

Seeing her surprise and doubt, He Yue felt a bitter taste in her mouth. If she hadn't had no other choice, she wouldn't have told her sister this secret: "Do you know why I came into this world?"

Before she could ask, he explained to himself, "Back then, I met a mysterious person at your grave. He told me you were still alive and helped me come here to find you. But there's no such thing as a free lunch. There are always conditions."

She looked down at the red thread that had been inside her body for many years. At first, she only felt helpless, but now she was grateful: "His condition was to plant this thread in my palm. This is a thread that shares my fate with someone else. With this thread, my life is no longer my own, but in the hands of another person."

"How could this be?" The Eighth Prince's wife's brow twitched violently, and she shook her head in disbelief. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and her eyes widened: "It's...him?"

He Yue nodded: "It's him. From the moment I came into this world, my life has been his. So every time he gets hurt, I can sense it. In other words, if he dies, I won't be able to live either."

The Eighth Prince's wife staggered backward, her eyes filled with despair, shaking her head desperately: "No, no..."

She clutched her head, muttering to herself, "How could this be? I almost killed you..."

He Yue's eyes flashed, slightly moved. She stepped forward and hugged her, comforting her, "Sister, don't be like this, it's not your fault."

The Eighth Prince's wife suddenly grabbed her hand, staring intently at the red line, rubbing it hard, trying to wipe it off, but to no avail.

The line lay there silently, as if mocking her foolishness.

She hugged Heyue tightly, shouting uncontrollably, "Why did this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Heyue shook her head: "I don't want my sister to worry about me. Besides, it's not a big deal. As long as Thirteen is alive, I'll be fine."

The person holding her suddenly fell silent. He Yue was puzzled when the other person released her, took a step back, looked at her with slightly red eyes, and questioned, "Is this the reason you told me? Are you doing this for yourself or for him?"

"Does it make a difference?" He Yue smiled bitterly: "Whether for his sake or for my own, I would never let you hurt him."

The Eighth Princess looked up, forcing back her tears, and sneered, "How ridiculous! I, Guo Luoluo Xiangyi, thought that once I came here, I could do whatever I wanted. I've worked so hard for so long, but in the end, I've been defeated by fate and become a complete joke."

Looking at Heyue again, a glint of tears flashed in her eyes: "I thought we sisters would finally be reunited, but it turns out that fate is fair after all. It sent you to stop me and make us enemies."

He Yue's heart skipped a beat, and then she realized that this was the reason she had come here.

But the answer was too hurtful.