"Hello, Jiang Xian!"

Emperor Rongcheng gritted his teeth and spoke, but Jiang Xianhao seemed not to hear him. She blankly lowered her head and bent down to pick up the jade pendant.

She gripped the jade pendant tightly in her hand.

It's like picking up something you've lost.

But once it's broken, it's broken. No matter how tightly she gripped it, she not only failed to get what was originally there, but also cut her fingers in the process.

Instantly, blood gushed out.

Emperor Rongcheng found it jarring.

He looked at Jiang Xianhao, gripping her wrist, suppressing his anger until he finally exploded.

"You miss him that much?"

"You can't even bear to throw away a broken jade pendant?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Xianhao's shoulders with both hands, and shook her repeatedly.

"Jiang Xianhao, tell me, do you regret marrying me?"

Do you hate me a lot?

"Don't you especially miss Li Wenci?"

Upon hearing this ancient name, Jiang Xianhao finally slowly raised her eyes.

Incredulous, she asked him, "What are you talking about?"

Shen Wanshan snorted coldly.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"All these years, haven't you never let go of him?"

"Even though I have accepted your child and everything about you, you still can't forget him, can you?"

Jiang Xianhao looked up blankly, as if only now realizing what Emperor Rongcheng was saying.

"Do you think I've always liked Li Wenci all these years?"