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"Mother, that vile woman Sang Huan refuses to hand over the token. What should we do? What if Prince Jing'an doesn't see the token by tomorrow and wants to break off the engagement? I... I love him, I don't want to be separated from him!"

Sang Ling was filled with resentment, waiting for her mother to return to her room.

She couldn't help but burst into tears, her eyes brimming with tears as she clutched at Li's clothes for help.

The moment Sang Lingxin saw Prince Jing'an again, she was completely captivated, and she had completely forgotten how disgusted she had been with him.

Now I just want to take this opportunity to chat and talk with him, and then become that handsome man's wife and have children for him.

Li was surprised by Sang Ling's strong reaction and couldn't help but frown.

"You're crying over something so trivial? Sang Ling, what happened to all the rules I taught you?!"

Her stern look made Sang Ling shrink back, and her tears indeed fell even harder.

Seeing her daughter's aggrieved expression as she silently shed tears, Li, who had originally intended to give her daughter a good talking-to, ultimately felt sorry for her.

She sighed, and took the initiative to soften her stance, extending her handkerchief to gently wipe away his tears.

"Why are you crying? I said this marriage is yours, and it can only be yours. Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

Li's words finally made Sang Ling, who was crying her eyes out, feel a little better. She sobbed and squatted down, nestling her head affectionately in Li's arms.

"But Mother, Sang Huan keeps failing to produce the token. What if the young master gets upset because of this..."

Before Sang Ling could finish speaking, Li covered her lips.

"Lingling, even without a token, you and the young master have a marriage agreement made since childhood. The Marquis of Jing'an's mansion values ​​its promises; otherwise, they wouldn't have sent the young master all the way to Jiangnan just to fulfill this marriage."

Sang Ling was taken aback, her eyes filled with confusion and doubt.

Seeing her daughter's thoughts, Mrs. Li smiled slightly and lovingly stroked her head with her rough palm.

"Lady Jing'an and your mother, Ningyue, were close friends in their youth, and their marriage was arranged before your mother passed away. Now that she is gone, Lady Jing'an will only cherish what she left behind even more. Even if the Heir Apparent of Jing'an doesn't like you, you should rely on Lady Jing'an's pity and take the initiative to win him over."

But isn't she her mother's daughter? How could Ning Yue, that lowly concubine, be her mother!

Sang Ling grew up by Li Shi's side and had long heard about the ill-fated Madam Ning in the mansion. She knew that the woman had seduced her father and caused her mother to be neglected.

Sang Ling loathed her even more. Why did Sang Huan have no presence at all in the mansion?

Sang Ling's hand was also involved.

Previously, due to her rebellious nature, she was only focused on arguing with Li Shi, and didn't think much of it after learning that Sang Huan had actually gotten this marriage.

But now, she felt that Sang Huan and her wretched mother were both no good. The old one stole her mother's lover, and the young one was the same!

She had completely forgotten who the real owner of this marriage was.

"No, Ling'er, you are Ningyue's daughter. Your mother was heartbroken that your mother died young, which is why I raised you. That's why I've been so strict with you all these years, do you understand?"

"But……"

"There are no 'buts'. If you want to be the Crown Prince's wife, you can only be Ning Yue's daughter!"

Meeting her mother's gaze, Sang Ling suddenly realized what was going on.

She pursed her lips, and forced by circumstances, she could only nod reluctantly.

"Daughter understands, but Mother, what about Sang Huan...?"

"What's there to care about when you're about to die? I'd rather you focus on something else."

Seeing her mother's contempt for Sang Huan, Sang Ling knew that her mother had thought everything through for her. Just as she was relieved, Li's words left her somewhat bewildered.

"What?"

Li lowered her head and whispered in Sang Ling's ear.

Upon hearing Li's words, Sang Ling's face showed shock.

"This, Mother, this... he didn't do anything wrong, I..."

"Ling'er, if you want to be the future Crown Prince's wife, you must never let any news that is detrimental to you get out! And you should learn these things too."

With high-ranking officials gathering in the capital and Prince Jing'an enjoying the emperor's trust, there were many officials who wanted to place their daughters in his harem.

The position of Crown Princess is highly coveted, and now everyone's eyeing that position has been snatched away by the daughter of a wealthy businessman.

Once Sang Ling arrives in the capital, who knows how many schemes await her.

She should learn some tricks of the trade.

Seeing her mother's stern expression, Sang Ling's lips trembled, and after struggling for a moment, she finally gave in and nodded.

"My daughter understands..."

"My dear child, go ahead and do it. Your mother will always be there for you."

When Li saw her nod, a look of affection appeared in her eyes. She only had this one daughter, so naturally she had to protect her well.

As the two were having their private conversation, they did not notice that a dark shadow silently flew up from the large banyan tree by the window and left the Sang residence.

This trip to Jiangnan was made with a secret imperial order. To ensure the safety of Prince Jing'an, the emperor was generous and bestowed twenty secret guards to protect him.

These twenty men were all highly skilled in martial arts; any one of them could silently take down a hundred people. Needless to say, they were more than capable of gathering information in a wealthy merchant's courtyard.

Yan Xi's men had already ascertained the whereabouts of the remaining rebels and reported this to the emperor in a letter. They were just waiting for the emperor's order to send troops to attack.

After releasing the pigeons into the air, Yan Xi turned around and sat down at the table next to her, poured tea, and listened to the information that her bodyguard had gathered.

"Bang"

The teacup clattered heavily on the table. The young master's eyes were cold, but a sarcastic smile played on his lips.

"The Sang family, well done!"

If they'd even try to have someone impersonate them to become the Crown Princess, what else wouldn't they dare to do!

The guards remained silent, only lowering their eyes and bowing respectfully to inquire.

"Your Highness, what should we do next?"

"Send six secret guards to protect Sang Huan and rescue her lover. We'll deal with the traitors after the party is eliminated."

"This... His Majesty has sent us to protect you, but wouldn't it be too much for Miss Sang to do...?"

Yan Xi stared intently at him with her dark pupils, her voice as cold as ice.

"That is my future Crown Prince's consort."

The guards immediately fell silent and left to carry out their orders.

(My sleep schedule has been messed up these past few days, so I'm adjusting it now. Thank you all for your generous donations. I should be able to update more in a couple of days.)