A gentle female voice suddenly came from the phone, but she was clearly still asleep: "Byron, why are you calling me at this hour?"
“I’m sorry, my princess sister, I forgot about the time difference.” Byron chuckled. “However, I felt I had to tell you right away that I met a lovely girl, and this girl, no, I should say lady, you’ll definitely be interested.”
Princess Diana had regained some of her senses by now: "What girl or lady?"
"Han Binglan, Nangong Jue's wife."
Diana fell silent instantly.
Although Byron couldn't see the other person's expression, he knew the other person was definitely angry, so he laughed: "You're even prettier in person than in the video."
“Byron,” Dina sighed, “what exactly are you trying to say?”
“I know you want to kill her, but I think it’s difficult.” Byron walked to the window and looked outside. “Besides, I always feel that you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. After all, that man doesn’t even know that this daughter exists. All this fuss might expose you.”
Diana frowned.
"To be honest, I think my princess sister, you're really overthinking things." Byron turned and went back into the room, walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of red wine, and took a sip. "You must know how powerful the Zunjue Group is, right? Do you think she would even be interested in the Mei family's meager assets?" Only you would take the Mei family seriously, as if you were poisoned by that man, giving up the throne for him.
Diana hung up the phone immediately because she had nothing more to say. Her desire to kill Han Binglan wasn't about gaining inheritance rights once her identity was exposed, but rather because…
Forget it, I won't say anymore. But things haven't been going smoothly for so many years, so perhaps it's time to change our approach.
Le Yao slept soundly until dawn. When she woke up, Nangong Jue was no longer there. She stretched, grabbed her phone from the bedside table, and glanced at it. It was already 10 o'clock. However, there was a message on it that had been sent at 6:30 in the morning: "Wife, I'm going downstairs for a short meeting. Call me when you wake up."
Le Yao knew that starting today, those who came to the meeting would have two days off; some would leave, while others would stay and enjoy themselves for two days.
Nangong Jue was holding a meeting with the heads of several major regions.
It's called a small meeting because there are no more than ten people.
Since this was a long-stay room, the two of them left a few items here for emergencies, including clothes, shoes, and bags.
Le Yao didn't rush to make a call. Instead, she got up, washed up, changed into a simple dress, and swapped the handbag that came with her dress for a backpack before calling Nangong Jue.
But the phone rang and no one answered.
Thinking that he might still be busy, I was about to go downstairs to find something to eat when Nangong Jue walked in with his phone in hand: "I knew you should be awake by now. Are you hungry? I ordered some food. Eat before you go out."
"Are you done with your work?" Le Yao put down her backpack. "I'm thinking of going down to find something to eat."
"I'm done with work." Nangong Jue opened the door and let the waiter push the food cart in. "Let's eat."
Le Yao sat down next to him.
“Byron invited us to heat the kang (a traditional heated bed) for him.” Nangong Jue handed the chopsticks to Le Yao.
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