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After Jiang Zhijing's identity was exposed, she sent a message to Pingting and others.
That happened to be the night Pingting died.
The informant found her and said in a somber tone, "Pingting, His Highness's identity has been exposed, and he has been imprisoned. I'm afraid his days are numbered. I will give you some money, and from now on you will be free to go or stay as you please."
The bad news came unexpectedly. Pingting's eyes trembled, and she opened her mouth with difficulty: "Is this that person's intention?"
The informant's silence was the best answer.
Pingting felt a deep sadness. Should she be grateful that, even in such a predicament, His Highness had already thought of a way out for them?
Overwhelmed with emotion, she closed her eyes and after a long silence spoke, "I understand."
From the day she was rescued by His Highness, she had already prepared herself for utter ruin.
To die for His Highness is a worthy death.
The Third Prince conveniently assigned her to set up Chi Yan, and with everyone watching, it was the perfect opportunity. Chi Yan was accidentally dragged into it, and although Pingting felt apologetic, she had no other choice.
Pingting's death instantly stirred up turmoil in Yanjing. Jiang Zhijing, far away in Qi, understood her meaning and quickly rallied in her grief.
She found Jiang Heng and promised him that she could transfer her influence in Daqing to him, but she had to go to Daqing herself.
After witnessing the influence of this force, Jiang Heng was indeed tempted and took the initiative to persuade her father to spare her life, allowing her to make her last contribution by marrying into a foreign land, thus giving Jiang Zhijing a chance to escape from that cage.
Pingting got her wish; she broke the deadlock with her death, securing a glimmer of hope for her prince.
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Jiang Zhijing's eyes were misty with tears, and she remained silent.
Yan Jue lowered her eyes and sighed, "I didn't expect her to be so resolute, leaving herself no room for maneuver."
Jiang Zhijing's eyes showed a hint of numbness: "Pingting can swim, what a silly girl."
When a person is on the verge of death, it is difficult to suppress the instinct to survive. What was Pingting thinking at that time?
She had no idea.
“The dead cannot be brought back to life; the living must always look forward.” Yan Jue gazed at Jiang Zhijing’s profile. “Jiang Heng is dead. Can you still return to Qi?”
Jiang Zhijing said coldly, "If this were in Qi, it wouldn't be so easy for me to take action against him, but who can blame me for his insatiable greed?"
He was both stupid and greedy; he deserved to die.
"Of course I'll go back."
A hint of helplessness flashed in Yan Jue's eyes: "Should I send someone..."
"No need." Jiang Zhijing raised her eyebrows casually and smiled at him. "You take care of yourself first. I have other plans."
The rain stopped. Jiang Zhijing took one last look at Pingting's grave, mounted her horse, pulled on the reins, and turned back: "I should go."
Yan Jue frowned slightly and asked in a teasing tone, "When is the next time we meet?"
She squinted, feigning deep thought, then spurred her horse forward a few steps, her clear voice ringing out:
"Perhaps... it will be my time to become emperor."
“You sickly child, you should also try your best to live to that time.”
The rain blurred her silhouette, and Yan Jue gazed intently at her retreating figure, a smile playing on his lips, his voice barely audible:
"good."
There's nothing to worry about; she's Jiang Zhijing.
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