"Do you love him?"
The mont this question was asked, not only the princess but even Lu Ce beside her was stunned.
He never thought there was any noteworthy player in this ga besides himself.
He always played considering only his own moves, and with the Arrogance mask on, he had taken it to the extre.
But hearing this question, for the first ti, he felt that the woman before him, who had always played by the rules, had asked sothing interesting.
With one hand on the rock, he vaulted up and sat down to watch what the two would do.
"Love him?... Who are you talking about?"
The princess seed dazed, staring straight at the woman before her, not understanding her intentions.
The people she had t today seed quite different from usual...
"The first person who ca to your mind when you heard my question," Xie Antong replied.
The princess's body trembled violently, as if electrocuted.
Her expression froze, but the next mont, two clear streams of tears flowed from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks.
An overwhelming sorrow filled the room, and once the tears started, they poured out uncontrollably.
Xie Antong didn't disturb her, and Lu Ce, for once, didn't break the mood either.
"Of course!" After crying silently, the princess slowly raised her head, revealing a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.
"Oh?" Xie Antong also smiled. "So, is it 'of course I love him' or 'of course I don't love him'?"
"Of course I love him!" the princess snapped.
"Is that so? Then why don't you want to hold the wedding?" Xie Antong continued calmly.
"Who said I don't want to?!" The princess's voice grew sharp again, as if she was having another episode.
By now, the audience was utterly confused.
[What's with all the crying and screaming? Why is she breaking down? What's this about love or not?]
[Isn't it obvious? Idiot! The princess is getting married—it's obviously about her fiancé. I just don't get why Blank said the princess doesn't want to marry.]
[No idea. Let's see what she says next.]
"You're talking nonsense! What do you know, barging in here and spouting nonsense? Get out!"
The princess was clearly agitated, gripping the bed so hard she tore the sheets, veins bulging on her hands.
This level of distress hadn't been seen before, not even when facing Lu Ce or Shui Zhongyue.
"Get out! I don't want to see you!"
The princess glared hatefully at Xie Antong, but Xie Antong didn't look worried or scared. Instead, she seed relieved, as if her guess had been right.
"That button of yours isn't broken, is it?" Lu Ce, sitting behind them, rubbed his ears in annoyance. "If you want her gone, press the button and let the guards outside take her away."
"Stop screeching."
The princess froze, her hand clutching the button chanism tightly, but she didn't press it.
She just kept glaring at Xie Antong.
"Sorry," Xie Antong said bluntly, sitting down casually on the edge of the bed. "I know how painful it is to marry soone you don't love."
Lu Ce shot her a skeptical glance from behind, thinking, *What the hell do you know?*
"Heh..." The princess let out a helpless laugh, as if all her strength had been drained. She collapsed onto the bed, trembling faintly.
"I don't know... I love him, but I really don’t want to go through with that wedding..."
"How did you know?"
How did she know? Xie Antong felt it was intuition, and a very strong one at that.
All those rules for the attendants, aside from restricting them, told her one thing—the princess didn’t want to marry.
Her ntal state was unstable, her emotions needed soothing, she couldn’t be disobeyed, yet the wedding was supposedly the most important thing.
Though she hadn’t pieced together the full truth, the emotions were crystal clear.
Maybe it was a gender advantage—Lu Ce could go through a hundred lifetis and still not pick up on this.
"I’m not sure. I just felt that a princess about to marry the one she loves wouldn’t be... a madwoman."
That sentence broke every possible taboo—ntioning the princess directly and outright calling her crazy.
But the princess didn’t seem offended, just dazed, muttering to herself.
"Do I not want the wedding?... Why? I love him so much..."
"Why? Do you know?"
Xie Antong, of course, didn’t know the specifics.
But her gaze also grew distant. After a mont’s thought, she realized saying "I don’t know" wouldn’t help.
So she said:
"Let guess. If we go by a more traditional explanation—"
"Princesses are married off for political alliances, beauties in chaotic tis are buried with the dead."
"Everything has a price. The princess’s wealth and status co at a cost—what you receive, you must also give up."
She felt she was straying from the point and quickly redirected:
"So, let guess—are you also being forced into a loveless marriage? A political alliance?"
"For example, the king, for the kingdom’s future, betrothed you to soone you don’t love."
The princess looked utterly bewildered by Xie Antong’s words, appearing almost adorably clueless.
After a mont of silent contemplation, as if recalling sothing, she whispered:
"Put that way... it makes sense. Maybe... that’s it?"
"Is that it? The king?" As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Lu Ce sitting behind them.
And the most absurd part? Lu Ce actually responded:
"Don’t spout nonsense. I’ve never done such a thing. Who you marry has nothing to do with . I never arranged any marriage for you."
Xie Antong: ???
What the hell? What kind of developnt is this?
Her progress in unraveling the plot was going smoothly—how did it take this turn?
Her brain short-circuited. It took her a while to stiffly turn her head toward "Sin."
"Wait... you’re... the king?"
"Got a problem with that?" Lu Ce leaned back against his weapon’s hilt.
Xie Antong felt exhausted.
Why did she always have to decipher not just the ga but also her teammate’s situation?
"Your role in this ga..."
She wanted to ask—weren’t they supposed to be teammates, on the sa side?
What the hell is your mission?!
"You only need to know one thing," Lu Ce interrupted. "I am the supre will here!"
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