Chapter 1532 Shared Wife 6
Song Jinhuan sat down nearby, placing one hand on the round wooden table. "I'm just stating the facts."
Yuan Xiu, dressed in black robes, stood a step away from the girl. "It is a fact that Miss Li is the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's family."
The Hua and Jiang families initially arranged their marriage based on the birth dates and times of the betrothal.
Song Jinhuan clenched her fists involuntarily, suppressing her anger as she said, "But the young lady whom the Prime Minister's mansion cherishes is not me. Why should I be used to fulfill the marriage contract!"
Yuan Xiu lowered his eyes, his tone ambiguous, "You don't want to?"
Song Jinhuan laughed in anger, "Why should I be willing?"
"Since ancient times, marriages have been arranged by parents and matchmakers..."
Yuan Xiu was interrupted by Song Jinhuan halfway through his sentence, "I only recognize Li Kangping as my father and Jin Xiufeng as my mother!"
The atmosphere suddenly fell into a silent standoff.
Yuan Xiu pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay, I understand."
Now it was Song Jinhuan's turn to be puzzled. "What do you understand?"
Yuan Xiu's gaze lingered on her face for a few moments before he calmly withdrew it and asked, "What would Miss Li like to eat?"
The topic changed so quickly that Song Jinhuan was momentarily stunned, but it also made her realize that how could a mere guard make decisions about his master's affairs?
Taking your anger out on the other person won't do any good.
She scratched her cheek awkwardly, saying, "Any of the restaurant's signature dishes are fine."
She thought for a moment, then said to the retreating figure walking towards the door, "Actually, you don't need to follow me."
Yuan Xiu stopped in his tracks. "My master has ordered that he only recognizes you."
"Hey, what do you mean by that?" The anger that had subsided surged up again, and the guard had already closed the door and left.
"They're all sick! They're all sick!"
Song Jinhuan felt powerless. Ever since she received the plot, everyone she had encountered seemed to have something wrong with their brains.
He couldn't understand her words and ignored her wishes.
Song Jinhuan sat on the edge of the bed, puffing out her cheeks. "Sanjin, what do you mean by only recognizing me?"
Sanjin: "I guess it was to bring good luck. The original marriage was based on birth dates and times, so changing the person won't have the same effect."
Song Jinhuan collapsed onto the couch, utterly dejected. "Sanjin, I don't care what others do, but I'm worried they'll use the Li family to control me."
Sanjin: "Make plans in time."
Song Jinhuan gazed at the plain-colored bed curtains. "This is inevitable."
The Hua family places great importance on appearances.
The road ahead is not entirely dark.
In the Prime Minister's residence, an arrow pierced through a window and landed on a famous painting hanging on the wall of Prime Minister Hua's bedroom.
The Prime Minister's wife was so frightened that she hid in the Prime Minister's arms. The Prime Minister was shocked and saddened that a beautiful painting had been destroyed.
"Someone come here!"
The guard entered through the window, untied the document from the arrow, and handed it to the Prime Minister. "My lord, this is a letter from the number one manor in the land."
The Prime Minister's wife, still shaken, said with displeasure, "My lord, the Jiang family behaves in a vulgar and reckless manner, they have absolutely no manners!"
The Prime Minister patted her on the back, "Calm down."
He then unrolled the letter.
Miss Li is a member of the Jiang family; we hope your esteemed household will treat her as an honored guest.
A little scare to show a threat.
The Prime Minister tore the letter to shreds, his face flushed, and said, "The Jiang family doesn't even respect me and dares to openly threaten me!"
The Prime Minister's wife said, "My lord, we must bring Li Bao'er back immediately."
The arrow that landed on the wall today may fall on them tomorrow.
I would never gamble on a matter of life and death.
On the high walls of the Prime Minister's residence, a silver mask gleamed softly in the moonlight.
With a cold gaze sweeping over the chaotic Prime Minister's residence, the man's lips curved slightly. He tucked his bow and arrows behind his back and turned to disappear into the darkness.
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