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These few piercing cries echoed throughout the dungeon and clearly reached Yan Xi's ears, who had not gone far. He paused for a moment, then resumed his normal pace.

Shadow flashed by for a moment to check the situation, and in less than two breaths he reappeared beside Yan Xi.

"Sir, Madam Li committed suicide by running into a wall."

Yan Xi's thin lips curled slightly, and a mocking glint flashed in her long, dark eyes.

"She's quite clever."

It's laughable that they think they can soften their hearts and let Sang Ling go this way.

If this matter were so easy to resolve, then what about all the suffering Huanhuan has endured over the years?

She felt sorry for Sang Ling and was willing to risk her own life to save her from being implicated.

He's a loving mother who dotes on her daughter, but what about his Huanhuan?

She was born just moments before her mother passed away, unwilling to accept her fate, before she could even see her. Even the name Sang Huan was chosen by her and her husband long ago, and she wanted to entrust it to the midwife's clothes before she died.

Otherwise, the Yisang Mansion's attitude towards it would probably be so that they wouldn't even bother to give it a name.

If it weren't for Sang Chengfeng, the girls who were searching for Ning Yue would have found her in half an hour at most. But it was this heartless beast who found her!

If it weren't for the Sang family couple, he thought Sang Huan would also be a beloved daughter of her parents.

Thinking of the information her subordinates had uncovered, Yan Xi couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Just then, one of his men rushed in from outside the prison.

"Master, Lord Sang has arrived and is now resting in the private room you arranged."

"So fast?"

Yan Xi was startled for a moment. Jiangnan was thousands of miles away from the capital, and even at the fastest speed, it would take at least half a month to travel there.

It would have taken him several days to send the letter, but the other party only took less than ten days, so it's no wonder Yan Xi was surprised.

"Well, Lord Sang must be exhausted from traveling day and night. Shadow, find a doctor to check on him. I'll go to the inn and explain this to Huanhuan."

"promise."

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Sang Huan was woken up by the knocking on the door. She and Yan Xi had been making a ruckus for most of the night yesterday. Although they hadn't crossed the line, they had done most of what they needed to do.

She was so overwhelmed by the sweet and delicious good fortune that she felt languid and comfortable, and slept until noon the next day.

The little dodder climbed onto the soft couch by the window and lazily basked in the sun for a while. After having lunch served by several maids, it continued to lie flat.

So when Yanxi returned, she saw a beautiful woman in a silk robe leaning against a couch, with warm sunlight streaming through the window and willows swaying gently in the breeze.

Hearing the noise, the girl raised her beautiful face and looked at him coquettishly. Yan Xi, who had prepared his speech, was instantly captivated by the beautiful scene before him.

By the time she came to her senses, Sang Huan had already driven all the maids out of the room.

She held a juicy grape between her slender, delicate fingers, and her slightly upturned peach blossom eyes were filled with glistening moisture.

"What are you standing there for? Come sit down for a while."

Compared to her previous subtle flirting, Sang Huan, now brimming with good fortune, became even bolder.

A dark glint flashed in the man's narrow eyes as he strode toward Sang Huan, looking at the grapes she offered him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Prince Jing'an instinctively bent down and caught it in his mouth.

Seeing how compliant he was, Sang Huan blinked her clear, watery eyes, and a sly smile appeared on her rosy lips.

She reached out and gently patted his pale profile.

"Good girl."

Yan Xi: ...

After realizing what he had done, he froze for a moment, then casually ate the grape and got down to business.

"I also have a father who was a Grand Tutor?"

After listening to everything Yan Xi said, Sang Huan, who had been nonchalant, finally sat up straight.

After sorting through her memories and the plot, Sang Huan finally realized that the original owner of this body was indeed not Sang Chengfeng's biological daughter.

In the original storyline, there is very little information about the original owner, and the information about her parents is even less, as they are portrayed as minor characters.

However, it's worth mentioning that after the original owner died, when the female lead took her place and successfully married the prince in the capital, she encountered some difficult situations caused by daughters of officials who admired the prince.

The scene had gotten quite out of hand, and it was only thanks to the help of a prominent figure who happened to be passing by that the situation was resolved.

The important man admired the female lead and even asked Prince Jing'an about her background. After learning about her background, he often invited the couple to go out for fun.

After he passed away due to his old illness, he transferred all his properties to the female lead, the Crown Princess, causing many people in the capital to sigh with regret.

This important figure was none other than Grand Tutor Sang Guyun, one of the emperor's teachers. He was chosen by the emperor amidst the chaos and was a rare and remarkable person.

Seeing that he was all alone, many people in the capital sent matchmakers to visit him, hoping to marry their daughters to him.

Unfortunately, Sang Guyun rejected all his offers, citing that he already had a wife. At the time, everyone thought he was just making excuses, but now it seems...

Qi and Ningyue were also a pair of star-crossed lovers.

For some unknown reason, the other party did not recognize the female lead who replaced the original owner in the previous life. Instead, they slowly got along with each other as an elder who had never been close to them.

Could it be that he felt the female lead was living a happy life back then and didn't want to disturb her?

Sang Huan couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it.

"But you don't want to go? I'll just have someone tell her. If Huanhuan can't accept it, there's no need to force herself."

Yan Xi's careful words rang in her ears, pulling Sang Huan back to reality.

Seeing the concern in the other person's eyes, she shook her head. "It's nothing. I was just surprised that Sang Chengfeng wasn't my father. I should go and see him."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the outer room."

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Inside the Tianxianglou Inn, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue robe had a handsome and refined face, and one could still vaguely see the outstanding demeanor he had in his youth.

At this moment, he was pacing anxiously back and forth in the private room, his slightly tired and haggard face marked by two large dark circles under his eyes, but his phoenix eyes were extremely bright.

The guards who were taking care of him were a little worried. "Sir, the young lady will be here soon. Why are you in such a hurry? Please sit down and rest. Don't let the young lady see you acting so unsteadily."

"You don't understand, you don't understand."

The man waved his hand, ignoring the guard's advice, but then suddenly remembered something and stopped in his tracks, standing in front of the guard.

"Liu Qing, you're right, the child is coming soon, and as her father, I can't leave a bad impression! Quickly, take a look at me and see if there's anything wrong with me!"

Seeing his anxious look, the guard found it both amusing and helpless. He pretended to check it and then nodded affirmatively.

"Your attire is neat and tidy, so you will not leave a bad impression on the young lady."

"Really? I've never met this child before. Do you think she'll blame me for not protecting her and her mother, or feel I'm useless and despise me? I'm so sorry..."

"Da da"

There was a knock on the door. Thinking it was just the waiter bringing tea and snacks again, Sang Guyun waved his hand and called him in, continuing to seek comfort from his guards.

He didn't notice at all the guard's eyes widening in surprise when he saw who was behind him.

When he finally realized what was happening, he saw that his master was still talking nonstop. He tried to signal to him several times, but the other party ignored him. So he simply knelt down and bowed to the person who had come to him.

"Your humble servants greet Prince Jing'an and Miss Sang!"

Sang Guyun's body froze instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief, and he slowly turned around to look, like a rusty piece of iron.

Then, he met a pair of clear and bright eyes.

Suddenly, he saw his former lover, with her bright and cheerful smile, waving to him as he rode away on horseback.

"Sang Guyun! I'm waiting for you to pass the imperial examination and welcome me to the capital!"

His eyes held a hint of reluctance, yet he smiled and waved in response.

"good!"

In the end, he didn't even get to see her one last time...