Su Qingruan waited at the prince's manor for a year, only to receive a letter from the prince asking her to arrange the wedding for his new consort.
Chong Huaqi said, “Su Qingruan, you’re nothing more than the daughter of an imperial merchant. Jiaojiao is a miracle-working doctor, a bodhisattva who saves the nation and its people. I’m already doing you a kindness by letting you stay at the manor as a concubine and serve Jiaojiao. Don’t be so ungrateful.”
Su Qingruan curled her lips into a smile. She had been blind and foolish, trusting his vows, and had spent a year dutifully serving him at the manor. But that didn’t mean she had to stay there.
She had inherited the Su family’s century-old imperial trading business and taken over its secret intelligence network, which served the emperor. She could transport intelligence and protect the country, and make a world of her own.
When her identity was revealed, Chong Huaqi was filled with regret and heartache. Only then did he realize he had long since fallen deeply in love with her. “Qingruan, I regret it. I only want you to come back. I’ll never want anyone else again.”
Su Qingruan smiled and turned away, stepping into another man’s arms without a trace of longing for him.
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