Hearing Ji Mohan's words, Yan Wan felt a pang of desolation, but still, unwilling to give up, she looked up and asked...
"May I ask, Your Highness, what is wrong with Yan Wan that prevents her from winning your favor?"
Ji Mohan paused for a moment, then turned around, his cold, hard voice ringing out.
"I don't like delicate, fragile women like you. You're not my type. Don't bother me, get out!"
Yan Wan felt a chill in her heart. The sound of the pipa playing "Ambush from Ten Sides" reached her ears. Looking up, she saw Ji Mohan standing by the window, seemingly attracted by the sound of the pipa, looking out the window with his gaze seemingly fixed on Luowei Palace.
So that's how it is. He probably prefers a strong, decisive, and forthright woman like Jing Xi, not someone like me...
Yan Wan, you're so silly. Didn't the book already tell you the correct answer?
Yan Wan, you are in a truly sorry state right now.
Yan Wan lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but she could only desperately try to hold them back, hiding her slightly trembling hands in her sleeves.
Oh well, it's fine if I don't like it. Once I finish my task, I won't feel any regret when I leave. That's good enough.
Whether you like it or not, Yan Wan, didn't you transmigrate into the book so that he could live a long and peaceful life? As long as the goal is achieved in the end, there's no need to force anything else.
Yan Wan steadied herself, looked up at Ji Mohan's cold eyes, and smiled faintly as she said:
"Your Highness, does Your Highness not want to know the real reason for Consort Xue's death? I happen to have some clues."
Ji Mohan, since that's the case, then I'm sorry, but you must marry me!
Ji Mohan grabbed Yan Wan's neck with his large hand, his eyes dark and almost black, his expression tense, and his voice suppressed with anger as he said, "You're courting death! Believe me or not, I'll kill you!"
Yan Wan smiled nonchalantly, and despite Ji Mohan's grip on her neck making it hard for her to breathe, she still said intermittently, "Alright, then... then Your Highness, please make your move!"
"you……"
Immediately, Ji Mohan loosened his grip, turned around angrily, and stood in front of Xue Fei's memorial tablet, seemingly lost in thought.
"Huff...huff..." Yan Wan rubbed her neck with one hand and patted her chest with the other, panting heavily. She turned her head and chuckled as she stared at Ji Mohan's back.
I'm sorry, Consort Xue, I took advantage of your death.
I'm sorry, Ji Mohan. Let me stay with you for the next two years. It's fine if we're a miserable couple, as long as you're safe. As for joy, you'll be happy after I die in your place.
"Conditions." A somber voice came from behind.
As if she had known all along that Ji Mohan would compromise, Yan Wan had already prepared herself. Now, she was once again the pampered and incomparably noble lady of the capital.
"Didn't Yan Wan just say that I want His Highness to marry me and become the Princess Consort of Han?" Yan Wan smiled gently.
"Heh, I wonder what Miss Yan's purpose is in scheming to marry me?"
"Yan Wan has never had any ulterior motives. Yan Wan simply likes His Highness Prince Han. A young girl's love is bound to be strong, and I'm sure His Highness Prince Han will agree." Yan Wan looked directly into Ji Mo Han's eyes, as if she truly loved someone to the extreme.
Ji Mohan turned around awkwardly as if he had been burned. He had never seen such clear eyes before, as if they really liked him. But someone like him was someone that all the noble ladies in the capital would want to avoid. How could anyone come up to him and say they liked him?
How can a tyrannical, cruel, and murderous monster be worthy of being liked?
"Miss Yan is too kind. It is my honor to have such a monster that everyone avoids. It is my honor to have such a monster as Miss Yan." Ji Mohan said indifferently, his eyes devoid of warmth.
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