Chapter 57: This Matter Has Nothing To Do With Zhenguo Marquis Manor
Her voice was faint, with no inflection, as if she didn’t care at all about what had just happened, only hiding the mockery in her eyes the instant she lowered her gaze.
Madam Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, yet she was also extremely worried. Did Jiang Ruanxi know or not?
If she didn’t know, then it was fine.
But if she did know, how could she be so calm?
“Marquis, it’s getting late,” Jiang Ruanxi reminded. “Even when paying respects to the Buddha, we must pay attention to our appearance.”
Lin Ningkun usually cared most about his appearance. After all, besides his looks, he had nothing noteworthy.
It was precisely the superiority from his appearance and family background that made him arrogant and disdainful of all the women who fawned over him.
But Jiang Ruanxi’s words, carried by the cool breeze, stabbed at him like knives glinting with cold light.
His angry face instantly became ferocious and distorted. The cold wind hit his face, sobering him up.
At this moment, he felt as if he were defecating with his pants down, but the latrine suddenly collapsed, and a crowd was watching.
Among them were the people he despised most, who had seen his ugly state completely.
The last line of defense in his heart completely collapsed.
“Ah…”
Lin Ningkun completely broke down. He wanted to explain but was at a loss, and Jiang Ruanxi was already nowhere to be seen.
“Madam, the Marquis looks very sad.”
The scream startled Hong Ye so much that she got goosebumps all over. She had been in the Marquis Manor for so many years and had never seen the Marquis so furious and disheveled.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”
It was just exposing his hypocrisy, hurting his self-esteem. It wouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable enough to die.
When a person has no shame, that’s when you see his truly ugly side.
The ugly things the Lin Family had done—revenge like this would be too lenient for them.
She would torment them slowly, letting them experience a life worse than death.
“It would just benefit the Heir Apparent’s Wife. If the Crown Prince really favors her, wouldn’t she be able to turnaround?”
Hong Ye’s worried words brought a smile to Jiang Ruanxi’s face. “Her wanting to turnaround is simply wishful thinking.”
“Madam, how are you so sure?” Hong Ye asked with interest.
Jiang Ruanxi gazed at the moon in the sky, revealing a meaningful smile.
“It doesn’t matter how I know. You just watch. Even if the Jiang Family personally intervenes, they can’t save her.”
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Crown Prince’s side room.
Jiang Xuerou tried her best to show her best side in front of him.
Men all liked the feeling of women submitting at their feet, so she specially chose a fine white silk dress that made her frail figure look even more pitiable.
Coupled with her well-controlled expression and the tears hanging in her eyes, this fragile appearance would stir pity even in the most hard-hearted man.
“Crown Prince.”
Her soft voice made the Crown Prince frown slightly.
“This Buddhist scripture is from your hand?”
The Crown Prince only glanced at her but didn’t linger. He simply handed over the Buddhist scripture in his hand to a guard.
Jiang Xuerou felt somewhat awkward. She had thought this attire would stir pity in the Crown Prince, and when his gaze lingered on her, she could further engage, but now it seemed things were beyond her expectations.
Looking at the Buddhist scripture handed over by the guard, Jiang Xuerou frowned slightly. The scripture before her was clearly not one she had written.
But what was special about this handwriting?
For the Crown Prince to summon her because of the handwriting on it, could it be that he wanted to know who wrote it?
“Your Highness, it was indeed written by this subject. To pray for blessings and safety for Your Highness is this subject’s honor.”
The expressionless Crown Prince finally showed some expression on his face, but it was faint disappointment.
“Someone come, send the Zhenguo Marquis Manor Heir Apparent’s Wife back.”
Jiang Xuerou was immediately dumbfounded. This was not at all what she had imagined.
The Crown Prince summoning her—wasn’t it supposed to be to thank her?
And just send her away like this?
Her already pale face was now ashen.
Her chance for turnaround was right in front of her— was she really going to give it up?
Jiang Xuerou tightly clutched her clothes. She was extremely unwilling. The moment the guard approached, she directly raised her head.
“Your Highness, the matter of passing the note that day was something I had no choice but to do. But please don’t take it to heart. To save Your Highness’s life is also this subject’s honor.”
“Stop.”
The cold and aloof voice seemed to give Jiang Xuerou hope.
“I wonder how the Zhenguo Marquis Manor Heir Apparent’s Wife knew I was in the west wing room?” The Crown Prince sipped his tea and said casually.
“Your Highness is a dragon among men. That day after entering the temple, I caught a glimpse of Your Highness from afar and guessed that the noble guest in the west wing room was Your Highness.”
Her admiring gaze—any arrogant man would fall for it.
Jiang Xuerou was extremely confident.
“Then how did you know there was an assassin in the temple?”
The Crown Prince’s gaze instantly sharpened, and the air in the room seemed to be sucked dry.
He set down his teacup, and Jiang Xuerou felt as if she were in a powerful cold air, with an overwhelming suffocating pressure coming at her.
The previous ease vanished instantly, her back chilled, and she suddenly felt afraid.
At this moment, Jiang Xuerou suddenly regretted a little. Perhaps she shouldn’t have stayed when the Crown Prince had just told her to leave.
“Did you know, or did Zhenguo Marquis Manor know about this?”
In the instant she fell silent, the Crown Prince’s eyes had already turned cold.
Jiang Xuerou was truly afraid now and understood that if she didn’t explain this matter clearly, the Crown Prince would not let her go.
“Your Highness, this matter has nothing to do with Zhenguo Marquis Manor.”
“Oh?” The Crown Prince’s gaze grew even colder. “If it has nothing to do with Zhenguo Marquis Manor, could it be related to the Jiang Family?”
Jiang Xuerou was thoroughly frightened. She never imagined the Crown Prince had summoned her not to thank the person who passed the note, but to trace the note to find the assassin.
“No, Your Highness, this matter has nothing to do with Rongyi Marquis Manor either.”
Jiang Xuerou desperately denied it. If this matter wasn’t clarified, she was done for.
She now regretted it to the extreme. She shouldn’t have admitted that she was the one who passed the note.
“Oh, you, a woman confined to the inner residence—unless someone pointed it out, how would you know about the assassin?” The Crown Prince’s voice, sharp as a knife, pierced over.
