Upon hearing Jiang Jing's words, Jiang Changle could hardly believe his ears. If it weren't for etiquette, he probably would have rubbed his ears, showing his shock and confusion.
"Father, what are you saying? Where did I get a younger sister? My mother only gave birth to me. Everyone knows that the Jiang family only has one eldest daughter, so what are the others?"
Jiang Changle almost lost her gentle facade, staring intently at Wuyou with a haughty yet fearful look in her eyes, as if she wanted to devour him on the spot. For the usually composed and elegant Miss Jiang to speak like this, it was clear she was truly furious.
"Changle, Wuyou is your own sister. She has suffered so much outside for so many years. Father finally managed to find her and bring her back. You should get along well with her, and the two sisters should support each other. How can you speak to her like that? Where has all your upbringing gone?"
Jiang Jing frowned, his tone displeased. His carefully raised daughter spoke so rudely and unpleasantly; had all those years of upbringing gone to waste? If this got out, it would become gossip fodder and a laughingstock.
"Father, you clearly love Mother the most, and you promised her you would never take a concubine. Where did this little sister come from? How could you betray my mother? How can you do this to me? I'm going to tell Grandpa."
Jiang Changle was deeply provoked; his eyes reddened, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, showing how angry he was. After saying those words, he turned and prepared to leave.
Seeing her so agitated, as if she wanted to take everyone down with her, and was on the verge of exploding at any moment, Jiang Jing panicked. He hurriedly stood up to stop her; he couldn't afford to offend the Prince of Nan'an's mansion. In the end, it was his impulsiveness. No, he should just sacrifice Wuyou. Anyway, the child is gentle; he could be coaxed into being better later. The most important thing was to appease Chang Le.
He was furious at Jiang Changle's behavior in the palace and wanted to teach him a lesson. But it backfired, driving him almost insane.
"Sister, if I may be so bold as to ask you, is your surname Jiang or Li?" Wuyou slowly stood up, smoothed the slightly wrinkled hem of her skirt, and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, which instantly made Jiang Changle stop in her tracks.
"Of course my surname is Jiang. How dare you, you little bitch, talk to me like that? You just arrived at the Jiang family and you dare to challenge me. Believe me or not, I'll sell you off." Jiang Changle was furious at Wuyou's slow and deliberate manner, treating her as a maid who could be sold or beaten at will.
Such insulting words did not anger Wuyou. In her previous life, Jiang Chengle had treated Jiang Wuyou as a maidservant to be beaten and scolded at will, so it was not surprising.
“Since you admit your surname is Jiang, why do you always bring up the Li family? The Prince of Nan’an’s mansion is powerful, and our Jiang family can’t afford to offend them. But you are still surnamed Jiang, so what’s the point of always running to your maternal family to complain? If this gets out, it will not only damage Father’s official position, but it will also be bad for your reputation! Who would want to marry a powerful and domineering imperial concubine?” Wuyou casually took a sip of tea, her slow and deliberate words striking Jiang Changle’s heart.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Changle bit her lip hard, a metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. Despite her intense hatred, she had to admit that Wuyou's words made a lot of sense. Especially since he had just been reprimanded by the Emperor, his reputation was already damaged. If this kind of incident happened again, would she still want her reputation?
She was going to marry into the royal family, and if she had already displeased her future husband before even entering the mansion, wouldn't she be asking for trouble?
“Yes, Chang Le, we are family. We share the same fate, and we share the same fate. Why ruin our reputation and hurt our family ties over such a trivial matter?” Seeing that Chang Le was wavering and stopped yelling, Jiang Jing breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped forward to comfort her.
With the father and daughter working together seamlessly, Jiang Changle was barely able to calm down, but his hostility towards Wuyou deepened, yet he was unable to vent it for the time being, leaving him feeling extremely frustrated.
"Don't be so smug. I absolutely do not acknowledge you as my sister. If you dare to show your face in front of me, you'll be sorry." Jiang Changle said harshly, as this was the only way he could express his dissatisfaction.
"I know my presence makes my sister sad, but some things can't be changed." The subtext is: You may not like me, but there's nothing you can do about it. I'll still show up and annoy you.
Looking at Wuyou's radiant smile, Jiang Changle felt an urge to tear her face apart. He hated beautiful women, especially since Wuyou was his half-sister, which made him even more repulsed.
"Sister, you should rest well, wait for the imperial decree, and prepare to get married!" Wuyou moved slightly closer to Jiang Changle, smoothing the hair at his temples, her tone leisurely yet strangely sinister.
"Get out of my way..." Jiang Changle was furious and pushed Wuyou away, but Wuyou dodged him without him noticing, and Jiang Changle almost fell flat on his face. The unprecedented embarrassment made him feel both ashamed and hateful.
Seeing the person leave in a fit of rage, their back view filled with countless dark auras, Wuyou smiled slightly. You should know that it was always Jiang Wuyou who was bullied. Jiang Changle bullied her, looked down on her, and didn't even bother to give her a glance.
That arrogant demeanor and disdainful attitude were Jiang Wuyou's lifelong nightmare, deeply rooted in his heart, burying his hatred deep within. Now, the two have completely reversed roles, and it doesn't feel so bad.
"Clap clap clap..." The dull sound of slapping rang out, and a man in a blue robe slowly stepped into the main hall. The smile on his lips was perfect and elegant, and his handsome face could easily win the favor of young girls.
"Miss Jiang is indeed as eloquent and quick-witted as ever." The Fifth Prince's tone was full of admiration, and his eyes were filled with appreciation and possessiveness. Only a woman like this was worthy of him, just as formidable as in his previous life.
"Before?" Wuyou blinked, smiled, and bowed, her attitude and tone respectful yet distant. "Is this young master here to see my father? He went to his study just now and will be here soon. I will take my leave now."
A man and a woman alone in a room is bound to draw criticism. Wuyou's actions were understandable; the Fifth Prince, knowing her cunning and ruthless nature, didn't object. They had only just met; a first impression was enough.
He was confident he could make Wuyou fall in love with him again. There was plenty of time; it wouldn't be long before she was his.
"Miss Jiang, please take care." The Fifth Prince bowed slightly, displaying the demeanor of a humble gentleman.
Wuyou walked out of the main hall and turned back to his room. He had already had some suspicions, but he hadn't expected that the Fifth Prince really was a reincarnated person. The Fifth Prince was truly blessed by the heavens; he had fought for the throne in his previous life, and now he had another chance to start over.
Having been given a second chance at life, all I want to do is marry her and make up for the regrets of my past life. Dream on!
This person was also one of his mission targets! Wuyou stroked the silver bracelet on his wrist, lost in thought.
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