Yan Ning swallowed and forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart. She slowly spoke, saying, "As long as my brother takes the throne, you will be my princess's husband!"
Her voice trembled, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes, landing on his palm, both ice-cold and scorching hot.
He whispered in her ear, "Alright."
A single simple word, carrying all his tenderness and love.
As long as he could be by her side, any way would do. He willingly swallowed this bait, willingly hooked himself.
Feeling the person in his arms trembling violently, her delicate jade-like hand tightly clenched, she wouldn't even let go when her nails dug into her flesh.
"Sister, don't cry. Let Yuan hug you for a while, and Yuan will leave soon." Gently prying open her clenched hand, he held it in his palm, just like that, silent.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Yan Ning lay quietly on the bed, the quilt already covering her, and the corners of it pinched.
