Jiang Qingwan stopped in front of the mansion gate.
She slowly turned around.
The twilight gauze skirt glided along in a gentle arc, as beautiful as the clouds on the horizon.
Her jet-black hair was adorned only with a single, exquisitely carved jade hairpin, without even a tassel.
Her fair face was unadorned, and she stood in the light and shadow, looking down at the others.
She was clearly an orphan girl whom no one looked down upon.
At this moment, her elegant and refined aura was even more naturally noble than Yun Xiaoran, who was dressed in red and standing in front of a luxurious wedding gown.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice clear and melodious.
"Then what is your love? Coming here in a grand procession to force you into marriage, letting today's events spread throughout the entire Chang'an district, just to fulfill your childhood fantasy? Even knowing he had already obtained the imperial decree for the marriage, you still insisted on going to the Empress Dowager to get the decree, bestowing upon him a phoenix and a wedding dress, publicly proclaiming that Mo Yunhan was cold-hearted and heartless, and had betrayed you. But he never said he loved you, did he?"
The final sentence ruthlessly shattered all pretense.
Yun Xiaoran's face was extremely ugly.
She was filled with hatred and resentment.
"But Brother Yunhan doesn't love you either. He chose you as his concubine only because you instigated him and he was angry with me. We grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and our feelings for each other are deep. How could it be you..."
Before she could finish speaking, a series of gasps of surprise erupted from the audience.
Jiang Qingwan stared wide-eyed at the handsome face that suddenly loomed over her, her mind going completely blank.
Her lips were captured, carrying a captivating, cool fragrance, and a soft, squeezing sensation surged through her body.
Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of control.
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