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"Your Highness," Jiang Xi gently reminded, "do you think the Emperor might secretly place spies in the Wangfu?"
Fong Yang looked up in surprise and asked, "What made you think of that all of a sudden?"
Jiang Xi furrowed her brows tightly, recalling the Emperor's expression today in the palace—full of anger yet forced to suppress it. Worry crept into her heart as she feared for Fong Yang's safety.
Sensing her concern, Fong Yang reached out and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder, soothingly saying, "There are indeed spies planted by the Emperor in the Wangfu, but they won't amount to much. You need not worry; as long as I am here, no one will dare to harm you."
Jiang Xi softly replied with an "mm," pondering that Fong Yang must have known about all the Emperor's actions against him long ago and was merely allowing it to happen.
It made sense; defeating someone like Fong Yang would not be easy unless he was betrayed by those he cared about most.
Whenever she thought of the past, a suffocating pain and deep guilt surged within Jiang Xi.
She slightly lowered her head, quietly hiding her thoughts and choosing not to speak further.
Half an hour later, Han Yue led a group of maidservants into the room, methodically laying out a lavish spread on the table.
Looking at the table full of delicacies, Jiang Xi felt a mix of emotions and softly said, "I must say, this is the first time I've had such a peaceful meal with you, Your Highness."
Han Yue's face instantly lit up with joy upon hearing this. She chirped, "From now on, Miss can have meals with His Highness every day. The more you do it, the more you'll get used to it."
Suddenly feeling playful, Jiang Xi winked and teased, "What if in three to five years, Your Highness gets tired of me and doesn't want to dine with me anymore?"
Han Yue quickly refuted anxiously, "How could that be? His Highness is not that kind of person!"
Fong Yang immediately chimed in to affirm, "I won't get tired."
Seeing this, Jiang Xi playfully laughed and explained, "I know; I was just teasing Han Yue."
At that moment, the atmosphere in the room was relaxed and comfortable. Fong Yang nodded slightly and elegantly picked up his chopsticks to serve some dishes for Jiang Xi. His eyes were filled with concern as he softly asked, "Do you like today's dishes? In the future, whether it's food, clothing, or anything else you like or dislike, you must tell me. There's no need to hide anything."
Jiang Xi rested her chin on one hand and gazed at Fong Yang with calm and gentle eyes. She sighed, "I suddenly feel like a little princess being held in someone's palm."
At her words, Fong Yang's expression tightened slightly as waves of emotion stirred within him. He looked at Jiang Xi and asked, "Do you want to be a princess?"
Jiang Xi hurriedly waved her hand and laughed, "If I were a princess, wouldn't I just become Your Highness's sister or niece? No way! That relationship would be too complicated."
Fong Yang fell silent, a complex and profound emotion flickering in his deep-set eyes.
He pondered to himself that if she truly wished to be a princess, it was not entirely impossible.
At that moment, Yin Ye's voice came from outside the door: "Your Highness, Master Wen has arrived."
The sound instantly pulled Fong Yang back to reality. His expression returned to normal as he calmly instructed, "Have him wait in the study."
However, Yin Ye did not immediately withdraw. Instead, he reported, "Wen has also come; she said she wants to speak with Lady Jiang."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xi couldn't help but curl her lips into a cold smile. She thought to herself that she had just had an unpleasant encounter with Wen Lan that morning; what could they possibly have to discuss now?
It was likely that her intentions were not purely about conversation. Fong Yang, displaying indifference, remarked, "Ignore her. After lunch, you should take a nap."
Jiang Xi was well aware of Wen's intentions for coming this time.
She considered that since the other party had taken the initiative to negotiate with her, there was no reason for her to decline.
With a confident smile on her face, she patted her chest and said, "That won't do! As the mistress of the royal residence, it would be too rude to avoid a guest who has come to visit. Since she wishes to speak with me so much, I will go meet her; after all, I have nothing else to do this afternoon."
Upon hearing her refer to herself as the mistress of the royal residence, Fong Yang felt his previously melancholic mood lift considerably.
At that moment, in the Flower Pavilion of the royal residence, Wen Lan sat there with a book in hand, deeply engrossed in her reading.
As Jiang Xi approached from a distance, she couldn't help but marvel at the scene before her. Truly, as expected of a talented woman from the Wen family; even when out and about, she did not forget to read. This dedication made Jiang Xi feel somewhat ashamed as one of the "common folk."
Wen Lan seemed to sense Jiang Xi's arrival. She slowly set down her book and looked up at Jiang Xi with a cool demeanor. "Lady Jiang, please take a seat," she said coldly.
Her tone and posture suggested that she was the true mistress of the royal residence.
Jiang Xi was momentarily taken aback; her expression froze for an instant but quickly returned to normal. She merely smiled faintly and sat down calmly across from Wen Lan.
"I wonder what brings you here today? Is there something you wish to discuss with me?" Jiang Xi asked first.
Wen Lan slightly raised her chin and spoke haughtily, "I would like Lady Jiang to dismiss everyone else; I wish to speak with you privately."
Before Jiang Xi could respond, Han Yue interjected eagerly, "That won't do! His Highness has ordered me and Han Shuang to protect the young lady closely; we cannot leave her side at any time."
Han Yue's anxious yet adorable expression made Jiang Xi unable to suppress a laugh.
Seeing Han Yue's reaction, Wen Lan furrowed her brows slightly and insisted, "Lady Jiang, if you have something to say, please do. However, both Han Yue and Han Shuang are not gossiping types, and there are some things that shouldn't be heard by a third person."
Jiang Xi paused for a moment after hearing her words, then waved her hand dismissively and said, "In that case, Han Yue and Han Shuang, you two can step outside for a bit."
Concern flashed across Han Yue's face; she clearly wasn't at ease with leaving and wanted to protest.
Suddenly, Jiang Xi's expression turned serious as she spoke firmly, "Be obedient. Are you afraid someone in the palace would harm me? I'm just going to have a private chat with Wen."
Seeing Jiang Xi so insistent, Han Yue and Han Shuang complied and stepped out.
Jiang Xi leisurely reached for the teapot, elegantly pouring herself a cup of tea. She then looked at Wen Lan and said slowly, "Wen, you can speak now."
Wen Lan lowered her head slightly, considering her words for a moment before saying, "I can see that Lady Jiang holds significant weight in the Regent's heart. He truly wants to marry you, but do you believe you are worthy of him?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xi felt speechless and even had an impulse to immediately "shut the door and unleash the dogs."
She secretly regretted her curiosity; this detestable person was as annoying as ever no matter where she went.
Suppressing her displeasure, she coldly replied, "If the Regent believes I am worthy, then I am worthy. That should have nothing to do with you, Wen."
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