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"Father." Sito Rongyan stood quietly, looking at her father with hopeful eyes.
"Rong Yan, I understand your feelings. For the past few years, I have been managing the Royal Trading Company alongside Uncle Lin and Uncle Zhao. While I cannot claim any great achievements, I have certainly not caused any trouble. I originally intended to personally seek a marriage proposal from the Sovereign for you, but..."
Si Tu Rong Bao had become one of the most prominent figures in the capital over the years. Looking at his youngest daughter, who had been cherished since childhood, he realized that what he had once confidently promised now seemed difficult to fulfill.
"Father, what do you mean?" Upon hearing her father's words, Sito Rongyan's eyes instantly turned red, on the verge of tears.
Since childhood, Sito Rongyan had admired Nangong Tuo. Relying on her parents' affection, she had turned down countless suitors, determined to marry Nangong Tuo.
Given Sito Rongyan's status, she was not originally suited to be the Third Prince's Consort. However, since Si Tu Rong Bao began managing the Royal Trading Company eight years ago, the Si Du family’s standing in the capital had risen significantly.
Now, seeking a position as a side consort for a Third Prince was not impossible.
Yet Sito Rongyan had grown accustomed to being pampered and would not settle for anything less than a principal consort position.
"Rong Yan, it's not that I am unwilling to help you; it's that I truly have no power in this matter." Si Tu Rong Bao could not bear to see his daughter's tears and awkwardly turned his face away.
"I went to the palace to plead with the Sovereign, but he outright refused..." For his beloved daughter, Si Tu Rong Bao had put aside his pride.
"Why? Why? What is wrong with me? Am I not worthy of being the Third Prince's Consort?" Sito Rongyan was unwilling to accept this. She was beautiful and had received the best education since childhood; her potential in Mysterious Energy was also above average. Among the women in the capital, few could compare to her. If she could not become the Third Prince's Consort, then who else was worthy?
Si Tu Rong Bao swallowed hard, wanting to comfort her but unsure how. With Sito Rongyan's mother passing away early, he had showered this daughter with love and affection; yet when it came to her marriage, he found himself utterly powerless.
“Rong Yan……”
Before Si Tu Rong Bao could even touch Sito Rongyan's head, she was pushed away. The tear-streaked face that should have looked like a weeping pear blossom was now twisted with hatred as she screamed, “The rumors are true, right? Third Prince has fallen for that Demoness named Ouyang Zixin, just because her father is a Guardian Mystic, while my father is just a steward of a merchant group. That’s why the Sovereign wants to arrange a marriage for them. That Demoness doesn’t deserve to be Third Prince's Consort. The only one who can be the wife of Third Prince is me, it’s me…”
As Sito Rongyan ran away crying, she did not see her father behind her, who seemed to age ten years in an instant. The hand that had been pushed away remained suspended in the air, and even his once straight back had begun to hunch.
Returning home in tears, Sito Rongyan sat in front of the vanity. Her once delicate features were now replaced by deep jealousy; she would never willingly give up the position of Third Prince's Consort.
Moreover, that person was a Demoness.
Ouyang Zixin, just wait, I, Sito Rongyan, will make you pay.
“Ha, ha, ha-choo.” Ouyang Zixin sniffed and got up to close the window. It was almost summer, yet the wind was still so chilly.
Ever since that day in the palace when she encountered Yun Tianmo, Ouyang Zixin had been very cautious whenever she was alone, ensuring her senses covered her entire courtyard. Therefore, the window was always left open.
But after all this time, there had been no sign of Yun Tianmo. What was that ice mountain plotting? And that inscrutable gaze…
The character profile described the Ninth Prince as decisive and a person of both courage and strategy. If that were true, then Yun Tianmo’s scrutiny of her must not be mere petty behavior; it definitely had another purpose.
Hmph, you want to test patience? I’m not afraid of you.
So focused on competing with Yun Tianmo, Ouyang Zixin had no idea that someone else was keeping an eye on her—a stranger she had never met.
——Master.
“Nameless, you finally appeared, huh?” With an uplifted tone, Ouyang Zixin smiled wickedly.
"Master, Nameless fell into a deep sleep for some unknown reason and only woke up half a month ago."
"Are you sure it was a deep sleep? Or did Nameless just get distracted and wander off?" Ouyang Zixin couldn't believe that Nameless, with such cultivation, would inexplicably fall into a deep sleep.
Ever since Nameless had become a bit more lively after being influenced by her, cough, not that way, Ouyang Zixin had been quite indulgent. However, Nameless disappearing for such a long time made her somewhat displeased.
"Master, it's easy to fabricate charges against someone."
"Master, Nameless is not trying to cover up anything."
"Stop! Is that how you use idioms?" Ouyang Zixin was taken aback; this Nameless truly left her speechless.
"Master, there is a mysterious power in the Yuhai Continent. As soon as Nameless entered, he was trapped. You need to be extra careful."
"What!" Ouyang Zixin was shocked. "Is it harmful to you?"
At this moment, she couldn't care less about Nameless's disappearance. She had finally managed to bring Nameless under her wing and couldn't afford to lose him again for no reason.
"It shouldn't be harmful, but Nameless doesn't know what it is right now."
So strange?
Ouyang Zixin fell silent for a moment before saying, "You should enter seclusion and try to figure out what's going on. I should be fine for now."
"Master, Nameless is indeed still very weak. Today I forced myself to contact you; you need to be careful and remember..."
Then Nameless fell silent again. At the same time, the mark on the White Clan Sacred Artifact Bright White Stone glowed briefly before fading into silence once more.
"Madam, Madam, the Legitimate Young Lady has returned." The doorman ran in a hurry, shouting loudly.
"What are you shouting about? Making such a commotion in the Madam's courtyard is quite inappropriate." A woman resembling the Head Maid stepped out from inside, scolding with an air of superiority. "The Madam already knows that the Legitimate Young Lady has returned. You may leave now."
After saying this, she turned and went back inside.
"Come, let's go out to welcome our Legitimate Young Lady." Liniang placed the Bright White Stone into a Red Lacquered Wooden Box, locked it, and stored it in her Storage Room before turning to greet Baike.
In the main hall of the Bai Clan, Baike stood in the center, with her father, Bai Zhan, the leader of the White Clan, seated at the head.
When Liniang arrived in the main hall, Baike was recounting her experiences after entering the secret realm. Liniang did not dare to interrupt and quietly found a place to sit at the lower end.
Once the father and daughter finished their conversation, Liniang approached them with a joyful expression. After exchanging pleasantries, she smiled and said, "It's good that the Legitimate Young Lady is back. Your father has been very worried about you. I will arrange for dinner so that we can all have a good talk."
Just as Bai Zhan was about to nod in agreement, Baike coldly replied, "There's no need to trouble yourselves. I'm tired and would like to rest first. Don't wait for me for dinner."
She bowed slightly to Bai Zhan and then left.
"Master..." Liniang pouted in grievance and rushed towards Bai Zhan, her eyes slightly red as she held back tears. The hint of resentment in her gaze went unnoticed by Bai Zhan.
She had to maintain the image of a patient and enduring stepmother.
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