"I knew the moment I saw your sister Jiang Songyi," he paused, each word striking Jiang Jinzhao's tense nerves with uncanny clarity, "I will marry her."
These words struck Jiang Jinzhao's heart like a silent thunderbolt. His whole body trembled, his pupils suddenly constricted, and suspicion, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly wrapped around his limbs and bones. What did the prince mean by this?
Was it Meng Lang's words, a love at first sight? Or was it that this prince, said to possess the mysterious power of divination, had foreseen an unchangeable future the moment he laid eyes on Song Yi? Or perhaps... a combination of both?
Regardless of which one, Jiang Jinzhao felt a deep chill and uncontrollable panic. He suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, trying to penetrate Xin Yidaoyi's deep and calm eyes, to see whether there was true love or calculation in them. A mixture of protectiveness and offended anger rushed to his head. He almost gritted his teeth, and his voice was as cold as ice:
"Your Highness is so arrogant! But—" He paused deliberately, his eyes carrying undisguised scrutiny and questioning as he swept over Xin Yidao's slightly thin figure. "Given Your Highness's current bedridden condition, I'm afraid even if you want to, you're powerless, right? We at the Yongding Marquisate will never watch our young daughter become a cold and icy widow!"
These words were truly heartbreaking, directly addressing Xin Yidao's weakness and impending death. However, Xin Yidao's gentle, jade-like smile remained unmoved, as if Jiang Jinzhao's words were merely irrelevant gossip. He even nodded slightly, his tone startlingly calm:
"It doesn't matter."
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