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Prince Rong's willingness to agree was immediately shoved back down his throat as he instinctively glanced at his wife, only to see her looking at him with a half-smiling, half-serious gaze.
In that moment, Prince Rong suddenly overlaid the face of his wife with that of Jiang Imperial Secretary—an old, careworn countenance.
Neither of these two seemed to have a particularly good temper.
If... if he really made such a decision, he reckoned that there would be a storm brewing at home.
Watching Prince Rong's ever-changing expressions, Su Xinyi thought there was still hope. On the matter of Yan Qiongsi, although Prince Rong had overly protected her, now that he was a married man, his actions naturally came with greater reservations.
