Jiang Jinzhao knew that a person's temperament and choices were often shaped by their experiences. Different circumstances would lead people to make completely different choices. Just as his previous life and his rebirth were completely different, the same principle applied to the Crown Prince Xinyi Daoyi before him.
Now, the person my sister met was Prince Xinyi Daoyi, who had not yet experienced those years of seclusion in the mountains, instead of her master in her previous life who lived with her day and night and was both her teacher and father.
His sister's deep admiration and unconditional trust in the prince stemmed entirely from her past life's memories. But the current Xinyi Daoyi didn't have those unforgettable pasts! How could he possibly treat Songyi with the same pure and unconditional care he had in his past life? Jiang Jinzhao was deeply skeptical.
The night rain fell gently, and the bonfire flickered, casting a flickering light and shadow on Xin Yidao's handsome face. After listening to Jiang Jinzhao's fiery speech, he didn't get angry. Instead, a deeper smile spread across his radiant peach blossom eyes. He lowered his head, his gaze resting on the sleeping face of the girl in his arms. The tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed, and his voice was extremely soft, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty:
"Master Jiang," he said slowly, "you seem... not to understand your sister well enough. She is intelligent, decisive, and insightful. She will never be anyone's pawn. No one in this world can easily take advantage of her."
He paused, then raised his eyes again, meeting Jiang Jinzhao's cold gaze. His gentleness instantly transformed into the calmness and pressure of a superior: "I will never use her."
"As for who the Yongding Marquisate will ultimately support..." Xinyi said, her lips curling up slightly, yet filled with pride and confidence. Her tone was nonchalant, as if she were discussing a trivial matter. "I don't care."
He had previously chosen to avoid the world, simply to follow fate and not bother to fight. But if the time really came to fight, for the person in his arms, for what he wanted in his heart, why not fight?
A person in the Xuanmen sect, prying into the secrets of heaven, changing people's fate, which one is not going against the will of heaven? He has long been accustomed to fighting against heaven.
Jiang Jinzhao was stunned by Xinyi Daoyi's sudden words and aura. He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the person across from him through the flickering bonfire. The flames danced in Xinyi Daoyi's eyes, making them appear bottomless, as if they contained endless power.
Jiang Jinzhao's heart was in turmoil! Even the Second and Fourth Princes, who had the powerful support of their maternal clan and were highly regarded, didn't dare to say lightly that they didn't care about the support of the Yongding Marquisate! The Crown Prince had been exiled for many years, powerless and without influence. How could he dare to say such a thing? Where did his confidence come from?
Jiang Jinzhao found himself completely unable to see through the prince before him. But at that moment, Xin Yidaoyi exuded the kind of dignity and confidence that comes from someone who has long held a high position and looks down on everything. This was definitely not something someone who had lived in seclusion for years could possess! It was a kind of dignity and strength that was etched in his bones.
Silence stretched out for a moment in the rainy night, the only sound being the crackling of burning firewood. Jiang Jinzhao finally spoke again, his voice filled with scrutiny and inquiry: "Your Highness...are you truly attracted to my sister?"
Xinyi Daoyi's gaze fell gently on Jiang Songyi's face again. Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded frankly: "Yeah." A simple syllable, but it carried a thousand pounds of weight.
Jiang Jinzhao, however, couldn't fully believe it. He looked at Xin Yidaoyi with a half-believing, half-doubting gaze, and said in a deep voice, "But Your Highness has only known my sister for a short time, and you may not truly understand her. She... is definitely not as 'innocent' as Your Highness sees her now."
The Xinyi Daoyi he knew was the Prince Xinyi Daoyi he met in this life. He lacked the deep memories of living with his sister day and night and experiencing life and death together in his previous life.
In this life, Jiang Songyi, in front of Xin Yidaoyi, especially after appearing as the "Crown Prince," has always carefully restrained her true nature, striving to play the role of a well-behaved, sensible lady. But Jiang Jinzhao knows better than anyone how daring his sister truly is! She's engaged in numerous risky and daring deeds, both past and present! Her meticulous mind and decisive actions are far from the harmless appearance she appears.
Jiang Jinzhao's biggest worry was that Xinyi Daoyi was being deceived by his sister's deliberately gentle and obedient appearance. If he truly believed Songyi was a simple, fragile little flower, and later discovered her true nature—her boldness, her calculations, even her ruthlessness—would he feel deceived? Would he dislike her and hurt her?
As if seeing through all of Jiang Jinzhao's concerns, Xin Yidao chuckled softly. That laugh carried a kind of all-seeing confidence and an indescribable doting. He gently brushed away a strand of hair from Jiang Songyi's forehead, his movements incredibly gentle, yet his gaze was sharp and penetrating as he looked at Jiang Jinzhao, each word clearly spoken:
"Master Jiang, you're worrying too much. In this world..." He paused slightly, his tone firm and full of unquestionable pride, "There will never be anyone who understands her better than me."
Yes, he didn't have Jiang Songyi's memory from her previous life. But, if he didn't understand Jiang Songyi, didn't he also understand himself?
How could the disciple Xin Yi Daoyi, who had personally trained and taught him everything, be harmless and easily manipulated? Her inherent intelligence, courage, unconventional decisiveness, even her occasional cunning and rebelliousness, were all deeply imprinted with his own image! He knew better than anyone what kind of disciple he would raise. What he admired was never a false "innocence," but the unique edge deep in her soul, a true reflection of his own!
Xinyi Daoyi's voice was low, even carrying a hint of coolness from the night rain. But it was like a stone dropped into a deep pool, stirring up a thousand ripples in the silent cave. His gaze fell on the profile of the sleeping girl on his lap. His firm tone was devoid of any joking, more like a statement of a pre-determined destiny:
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