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Jiang Xi fell into a brief silence, feeling her cheeks warm under Fong Yang's intense gaze. Clearing her throat, she spoke, "I have something important to discuss with you today, Your Highness."
Fong Yang nodded slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Is it urgent?"
Jiang Xi shook her head. "Not urgent."
Seeing this, Fong Yang gently lifted her into his arms, his tone softening. "If it's not urgent, let's wait until after your nap. Are you going back tonight?"
Jiang Xi smiled lightly in response. "Whether I go back tonight is not important."
Fong Yang carefully set Jiang Xi down by the bed. She patted the space beside her, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You should lie down too, Your Highness."
But Fong Yang remained standing.
Over the past month, Jiang Xi had shown him resistance, resentment, and disdain. Every time she saw him, it felt as if she wished to kill him with her gaze. Any physical contact had been out of the question until now; this was the first time she had actively invited him to lie beside her, leaving Fong Yang with an unreal sensation.
Looking at Jiang Xi's vibrant and beautiful face, he felt as if he were in a dream, yet his heart brimmed with joy.
Jiang Xi had actually invited him to lie next to her. Even if she had some scheme against him, Fong Yang was more than willing to fall for it.
He slowly sat down beside Jiang Xi, who then got straight to the point, her expression turning serious. "The Emperor has been on the throne for over a year now, yet you still hold the regency power. The Emperor must be tossing and turning every night."
Fong Yang's face revealed no emotional shift at her words; he merely asked calmly, "Jiang Xi, are you suggesting that I should voluntarily relinquish the regency power?"
Jiang Xi shook her head firmly. "No, quite the opposite. I hope you can keep that power firmly in your hands; ideally, let the Emperor never touch a hair on your head for his entire life."
Fong Yang was taken aback by her unexpected response and asked, "Why?"
Turning to look at him with utmost seriousness in her eyes, Jiang Xi replied, "The Emperor is very suspicious of you. Once you relinquish power, he will have you at his mercy. Not only will he weaken your authority, but he might also frame you with baseless charges that could lead to your demise."
Fong Yang responded nonchalantly, "He cannot control me."
Jiang Xi's tone grew heavier as she emphasized her words. "If you have no weaknesses, that may be true. But are you certain that you have no vulnerabilities?"
Fong Yang remained silent, but he indeed had one weakness.
Jiang Xi suddenly lifted her head, her clear and beautiful eyes locking onto Fong Yang's strikingly handsome face. "Am I the prince's weakness?"
Fong Yang gazed at Jiang Xi for a long while without speaking, then replied calmly, "Yes."
Jiang Xi was not surprised at all; instead, she shook her head seriously. "No, as long as the prince holds power, I will be his support, not his weakness. I will never again become the prince's weakness in this lifetime. If one day I truly become a bargaining chip for others to threaten the prince, then I would rather end my own life than allow the prince to be controlled by anyone."
Hearing this, Fong Yang's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "I won't allow you to act recklessly."
He was willing to give up everything for Jiang Xi; he only wished for her safety.
Unable to bear hearing about self-harm, Jiang Xi linked her arm with Fong Yang's and smiled gently to soothe him. "I meant hypothetically."
But Fong Yang remained tense and retorted, "There are no hypotheticals; I won't let such a situation occur."
Jiang Xi slowly leaned into Fong Yang's embrace and softly murmured, "You're right, such a situation won't happen."
She couldn't help but internally criticize herself—where did all these hypotheticals come from?
Fong Yang was powerful and held military authority; he also possessed memories of his past life. If he could still be schemed against under such circumstances, what was the point of him still being alive?
Jiang Xi quieted down but couldn't shake off her lingering doubts.
Fong Yang's attitude towards her always felt somewhat unusual; it wasn't the typical reaction a man would have when he liked a woman.
Curiously, Jiang Xi asked, "When did the prince start liking me? And why do you like me?"
Fong Yang looked at Jiang Xi and responded, "A long time ago. Liking someone is just that—there's no reason behind it."
Jiang Xi couldn't help but wonder just how long "a long time ago" really was.
This year, I am only sixteen, and the first time I saw Fong Yang was on the day of his grand military triumph. He sat astride a magnificent steed, radiating an air of nobility and a heavy aura of iron and blood.
Could it be that he liked me even then? But since that day, I haven't seen him much.
So, Jiang Xi truly couldn't figure out when Fong Yang had developed feelings for her.
"Your Highness," Yin Ye's clear voice rang out from outside the hall, interrupting Jiang Xi's thoughts.
"The Huai'an Princess has sent an invitation, requesting Your Highness to attend her birthday banquet tomorrow."
Jiang Xi's heart stirred. The Huai'an Princess actually sent an invitation to the Regent's Palace—what could she be thinking?
Fong Yang disliked crowds and had never attended banquets hosted by others.
Speaking of which, in my past life, the Huai'an Princess from the Lin family was somewhat spoiled but had no malicious intent. She also fell victim to others' schemes, sharing a tragic fate similar to mine.
The reason Lin Jia was targeted was due to jealousy; someone exploited the discord between her father, Lin Jun, and the Eldest Princess to create trouble.
In the struggle for succession, Lin Jun supported the Second Prince, Fong Gaoye, while it was the Third Prince, Fong Gaoyun, who ascended the throne.
On the day the new emperor took power, the Lin family faced extermination, with only the son-in-law, Lin Jun, escaping death.
The Eldest Princess had a very close relationship with the new emperor, who was her half-brother, yet she was equally cold-hearted and ungrateful.
Had she interceded on behalf of Lin Jun, there might have been a glimmer of hope for the Lin family. However, she did not plead for him out of their marital bond.
The relationship between Duke Lin and the Eldest Princess shifted from mutual respect to estrangement, even turning into enmity.
Their daughter, Lin Jia, however, gained favor with the new emperor due to her mother's connections and lived a life of splendor and prominence.
Yet ultimately, she too fell victim to others' schemes.
Jiang Xi raised her hand to rub her forehead, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over her every time she thought about her past life.
Fong Yang furrowed his brows in concern, his face filled with worry. "Is it a headache? Should I call for the Physician to take a look?"
Jiang Xi looked up at Fong Yang and shook her head. "I'm fine, just thinking about some things that are bothering me."
Fong Yang's gaze dimmed slightly, his thin lips pressed together involuntarily as he speculated inwardly: Is it because of Huo Xingwen?
"Tomorrow is the Huai'an Princess's birthday banquet. I want to take the prince's invitation and join the festivities," Jiang Xi continued.
As she spoke, she suddenly noticed that Fong Yang's expression seemed off. She looked at him thoughtfully and asked, "Is the prince unhappy about me going?"
Fong Yang shook his head slightly. "No."
Jiang Xi, puzzled, pressed on, "Then why do you look so displeased?"
It should have been a joyful occasion to sit beside the girl he cherished, yet Fong Yang appeared anything but happy.
Jiang Xi sensed this and couldn't help but guess, "Are you worried I'll run into Huo Xingwen at Princess Chang's Residence? If you don't want me to attend the banquet, I won't go. But there's no need for you to worry about Huo Xingwen; every time I see him, I feel like stabbing him with a knife."
Fong Yang felt a tightness in his chest at her fierce words. How could Jiang Xi, who once adored Huo Xingwen, suddenly harbor such intense hatred for him?
Unable to hold back, he asked, "Why?"
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