To be honest, Jiang Rong felt that she and Han Ling were both utterly incompetent.
Even if Han Ling and Liang Ru didn't have any feelings for each other back then, Liang Ru had just passed away.
They got together.
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Anyone who saw this would probably call it trash.
"It seems His Highness the Crown Prince does indeed like me." Jiang Rong wasn't one of those pretentious women; the one who would get hung up on Han Ling wasn't her, but the original owner of this body.
Even if it was the original owner who fell in love, she would be the one spending time with him in the future.
Those who dwell too much on these things and turn what should have been double the joy into pain are just being silly.
"Hmm." Perhaps it was Jiang Rong's initiative that made the usually reserved Han Ling act so flirtatious.
Jiang Rong leaned closer to him and said, "Your Highness, do you think we're a dog-man-woman?"
Han Ling said, "I am, but you are not."
Jiang Rong really liked Han Ling's face and his story.
Thinking of this, she smiled.
"Your Highness, I want to be the Empress."
Han Ling remained silent.
After a long pause, he said, "You figured it out."
This statement seems to lack any reason, but Jiang Rong understands it.
"Yes, His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't want that position, right? The Emperor was clearly trying to control his temper, but you deliberately provoked him, causing him to embarrass you in front of everyone. You don't care about the Emperor or anyone else. This isn't like a Crown Prince; it's more like an outsider."
Upon hearing Jiang Rong's words, Han Ling felt a surge of warmth in her heart.
That's the kind of person he is.
But very few people can see it.
His father, the emperor, placed high hopes on him, which is why he was chosen to be the future emperor of the Great Yue Kingdom.
His mother dreamed of becoming Empress Dowager so that the family's glory could continue.
His subordinates also hoped that one day he would ascend the throne and grant them the glory they deserved, and they longed to bring honor to their ancestors.
Few people have ever considered whether he actually wanted to be the crown prince.
Are you willing to shoulder the responsibility for this beautiful land?
Han Ling felt that her future life had been arranged from the moment she was born.
The older I get, the stronger this feeling becomes.
Jiang Rong touched his face, making him look into her eyes.
“I understand what you’re thinking. No one understands you better than me. Because the first time we met was in the peach blossom forest. That was the real you.”
"You remember!"
Han Ling's voice was somewhat excited, and she tightened her grip on Jiang Rong's waist.
He had never felt this way before.
It felt like a stirring in my heart.
It felt like someone finally understood him.
"Yes, I remember."
Jiang Rong nestled into his arms, her voice carrying a seductive quality.
"No one knows you better than me. You don't want to be an emperor, you don't want to rule the world. You want to live your own life, not one that is arranged for you."
"You don't want much. What your brothers dream of is what you want to get rid of."
"That's right."
Han Ling buried her face in Jiang Rong's neck.
He was somewhat devastated, yet also felt a sense of relief.
He never dared to express these thoughts.
Those who had high hopes for him would be very disappointed.
However, this felt like a heavy burden weighing on his heart.
What's so good about the throne?
He really didn't know.
A son is not a son, a father is not a father, a husband is not a husband.
It's not worth it at all for the sake of imperial power!
Jiang Rong said, "I understand your pain, I understand your despair. But you can't do this. What is freedom?"
"Freedom means not being trapped in this palace, not having to bear the expectations of others."
Jiang Rong said, feeling wronged, "Can't I even be the empress?"
Han Ling: "..."
What was originally a sad thing, for some reason, makes me want to laugh when I hear this sentence.
"No."
There's nothing wrong with a girl longing to be the mother of the nation.
Especially a beautiful woman like Jiang Rong, who comes from a good family.
As he was thinking this, he suddenly froze.
Since it is not wrong for Jiang Rong to aspire to be the empress of the world, then why can't his mother, the most noble woman in the world, aspire to be the empress dowager?
The same applies to the expectations of others.
Han Ling's eyes were somewhat dazed. For a moment, she felt that no one else was wrong, as if she was the one who was wrong!
Was he wrong?
"You did nothing wrong."
It turned out that Han Ling was thinking about it, but she actually asked the question out loud.
"You did nothing wrong."
Jiang Rong emphasized again: "However, your understanding of freedom is wrong."
"Power, for someone born into royalty, is true freedom. If you don't ascend the throne, the one who does will be watching you constantly. They might even cause your accidental death!"
"Even if it's not that ruthless, you will lose your freedom! You won't even be able to protect the people you love. For example, if that person wants me, you won't be able to protect me!"
Han Ling frowned, a hint of hostility appearing between her brows!
"Won't."
Jiang Rong smiled, but it was as if she were carrying a knife, piercing through Han Ling's self-righteous illusion of happiness.
"Anything is possible in this world. What kind of person do you think Zhao Xuan is?"
Han Ling frowned: "Why bring him up?"
"I guess you knew your Crown Princess had ulterior motives, but you probably didn't expect that the person behind it all was Zhao Xuan."
Han Ling's eyes turned cold: "So it was him!"
Just as Jiang Rong was about to say something, she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and then fainted!
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