The King of Ming has not returned, and even though the Queen Consort of Ming sent several urgent letters, there has been no response.
Driven to the brink, she went mad in the courtyard, ordering all her men to go and search for someone.
She even made a harsh statement, saying that if anything happened to her daughter, none of these people should live either, and they would all be buried with her daughter!
For a moment, everyone in the Prince's mansion was in a state of panic, wishing they could cover their heads and burrow into the ground for support.
When it was completely dark, King Ming finally returned to his palace.
Before even entering the room, one could hear the princess going mad inside, the sound of shattering porcelain filling the air, and her insults towards Jiang Changting never ceasing.
His head throbbed intermittently, and finally he turned and walked towards the Glazed Pavilion.
The lights were off inside, but King Ming knew that Jiang Changting was definitely not asleep.
After standing at the door and having someone inform someone to go inside, he waited patiently.
But after waiting and waiting, all he got was a daring remark: "The princess has already retired for the night. Would Your Highness like to come again tomorrow?"
Jiang Changting was indeed not asleep, but he didn't intend to say anything to him.
Just as they were about to refuse, the King of Light strode in.
"Jiang Changting, you've really grown too big for your britches."
His face looked unwell, and his eyes were gloomy.
Jiang Changting, who was alone in the corridor, glanced at him and chuckled sarcastically.
"Father, don't you know best what I've been like all these years?"
"Like now, you can come in whenever you want."
"How could I have said that I've grown wings?"
She sat in the armchair, looking very relaxed.
However, the expression on his face truly evoked anger and helplessness.
Over the years, King Ming always felt that although his eldest daughter was not close to him, there was still some affection between them.
And he never relaxed his upbringing of her.
In his memory, Jiang Changting should be restrained and gentle, except for that one thing with Young Master Du that made him stubborn.
Now, however, because of Young Master Du's matter, things have become out of control again.
"Changting, where is your sister?"
He stood in the courtyard, a rare hint of vulnerability showing in his eyes.
Jiang Changting finally lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.
"Father, you haven't forgotten what I said back then, have you? Didn't you already tacitly agree to it?"
"What, are you regretting it now?"
King Ming took a deep breath: "She is, after all, your sister!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Changting burst into laughter: "Father knows that Jiang Changhe is my sister, but do you know that I am also your daughter?"
"Or have you forgotten my mother, and how she died?"
The King of Ming was startled, and a very complicated expression appeared in his eyes: "You were too young at that time and did not know what happened. You cannot pin the blame on someone just because of some idle gossip."
Jiang Changting laughed: "Are you trying to say that my mother forced you to separate from your loved one?"
"You and your current wife are the true love?"
Seeing the Ming King's shocked expression, Jiang Changting laughed again: "How hypocritical!"
"Was it my mother who held a knife to your neck and threatened you to marry her back then?"
"If you don't have that right, you have no right to say such things!"
"When my mother was giving birth, you were out with your 'true love'! You didn't care about her well-being, which is why she suffered a fatal hemorrhage!"
"If you hadn't summoned the imperial physician, who was most skilled in the art of treating young ladies, to your true love's home, my mother would never have died!"
"You and she killed my mother! You two murderers!"
"Now you still dare to pretend to be wronged in front of me? It's disgusting."
With each word Jiang Changting spoke, the Ming King's face paled a little more.
Finally, under Jiang Changting's extremely hateful gaze, he took a step back.
"You...you knew everything..."
His voice was hoarse, filled with heart-wrenching pain: "What will it take for you to forgive your father?"
Looking at the distraught Ming Wang, Jiang Changting said, word by word, "Back then, my mother harmed my mother because of your true love for the thing in your belly, so that thing must pay with its life!"
She said with a sigh, "I'll forgive you if you agree."
“I am still the same Princess Changting.”
Silence, deathly silence!
Maybe a while passed, or maybe a long time passed.
King Ming finally let out a long sigh and disappeared into the Glazed Pavilion.
In the courtyard, Jiang Changting remained motionless for a long time.
This is what a father is like; for the sake of his own judgment, he can even give up his daughter.
The royal bloodline is always so ruthless and heartless.
Including herself.
It is unknown what the King of Ming said to his Queen Consort, but she finally stopped causing trouble in the latter half of the night.
Although it became quiet, despair seemed to seep through the room and spread outwards.
——
After daybreak.
Wei Wei received a letter that Jiang Changting had sent over.
He said he was inviting her out to play, but Wei Wei actually knew he meant for her to come and see what Jiang Changhe looked like now.
She readily agreed.
When they arrived at the location written in the letter, Jiang Changting had not yet arrived.
Your mother and her husband, being elderly, probably made arrangements before letting Wei Wei into the family.
"The person you want to see is over here. Come with me, old man."
The old man smiled and spoke softly, then turned and led the people to the room in the far corner.
Jiang Changhe was neither tied up nor beaten.
They just fed her some muscle relaxant, so she could only stay in the room and couldn't escape.
When Wei Wei pushed the door open, she saw hatred looking at her.
Wei Wei smiled and asked, "Has Princess Changhe been looking for me all this time?"
"Now that I'm here, what are your orders?"
After he finished speaking, he sat down in the seat closest to her and looked at her leisurely.
Jiang Changhe was now filled with both fear and hatred. His lips twitched several times, but he dared not utter a single word.
But as she looked on, her eyes reddened and tears streamed down her face.
Are you scared?
Wei Wei laughed: "We haven't even done anything to you yet, isn't it a bit premature to act like this now?"
Jiang Changhe, who was about to cry, finally couldn't hold back when she heard her words. She said in a hoarse voice, "If you have the guts, let me go. Let's fight fair and square!"
Wei Wei scoffed: "Fight you openly and honestly?"
"Is the princess joking?"
“You are the daughter of a prince, while I am the daughter of a powerless merchant.”
"It's inherently unfair between us."
She began, "You've never talked to me about fairness, have you?"
She reached out and tidied her long-loose hair, her voice tinged with amusement: "Now it's finally your turn to be the lamb to the slaughter. It's not easy, is it?"
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