On the eve of the wedding, Jiang Rushuang brought a bowl of soothing tea, held her hand, and said with red eyes: "Sister, you will marry to Prince Jing's Mansion tomorrow. My sister knows that His Highness Prince Jing... Has a violent temper. My sister is really worried about you. Drink this bowl of tea, and have a good sleep so that you can be energetic tomorrow."
How touched she was then, she hates it now.
That's not a calming tea at all.
It's Hehuansan.
The sister she thought was a good sister had pushed her into this dead end with her own hands.
"Yue Sheng."
Xiao Jingrui's voice sounded. The man she had admired for ten years and thought she would grow old with was finally speaking.
He pushed away Jiang Rushuang, who was trembling with tears in his arms, and stood up. Wearing a moon-white brocade robe, spotless. He walked toward her step by step, with a heartbroken expression on his face.
"Jiang Yuesheng." He stood in front of her and looked at her condescendingly, as if she were looking at a pile of garbage. "I treat you like a treasure. I hold it in my hand for fear of falling, and hold it in my mouth for fear of melting. I make a promise with you that when I win the throne of the prince, I will marry you with all my glory."
He paused, squatted down, and pinched her chin with his fingers, so hard that it seemed like he was going to crush her bones.
"Is this how you repay me?" His voice was full of disappointment, which turned into deep-seated hatred in an instant, "You actually cuckolded me! Still in my brother's bed!"
Royal brother?
Jiang Yuesheng wanted to laugh.
Of course he knew that Helian Jue was his imperial brother. He already knew it. All this was planned by him.
Borrow the help of Prince Jing to get rid of her, the eldest daughter of Duke Dingguo. Then, as a savior, he appeased Duke Dingguo and completely consolidated the Jiang family's military power.
