Prince Zhao’s words made Han Zhenzhen freeze.
Her complexion shifted from white to red, then to ashen, a fascinating kaleidoscope of emotion.
In the end, she couldn’t hold back and burst into tears.
"Sob... I’m sorry, my Prince," she wept. "I was wrong. I’ll be sure to take good care of myself from now on and not get sick again."
Li Ji watched her tear-streaked, pitiful display. Far from feeling any pity, he actually wanted to laugh.
And so, he did. He laughed out loud.
"Heh. How could you think that?
I don’t care in the slightest whether you’re sick.
I just want you to make a choice—
Either you stay put in Jade Pavilion from now on—don’t co bother for no reason, and *especially* don’t co bother if there is one.
Or, you pack your bags, take this letter of divorce, and leave the Prince Zhao Mansion imdiately. From that mont on, we’ll have nothing more to do with each other.
Which will it be?"
Han Zhenzhen was utterly stunned.
She didn’t want to choose either option.
She had married into the Prince Zhao Mansion to latch onto the future Regent King’s coattails.
’If I can’t even see Prince Zhao anymore, how am I supposed to beco the most important woman in the future Regent King’s heart?’
Li Ji heard her thoughts.
His completely placid mood finally stirred.
’So, this woman is just here to ride my coattails.’
’But what’s this about a "future Regent King"?’
’Can she predict the future?’
’That sounds like complete nonsense.’
Li Ji couldn’t entirely believe it, but he didn’t completely dismiss the possibility either.
He decided to create an opportunity to test her and find out what Han Zhenzhen’s deal really was.
Han Zhenzhen threw back the covers and dragged her weak body out of bed with great difficulty.
Xingyu rushed to support her but was pushed away.
She staggered and fell to her knees at Prince Zhao’s feet, crying and pleading.
"To tell you the truth, my Prince, I have secretly loved you for a long ti. It is the blessing of three lifetis to be able to marry you. As long as you allow to stay by your side, I will do anything."
Li Ji looked down on her imperiously.
His ink-black eyes were so deep they were impossible to read.
"You’re really willing to do anything?"
Han Zhenzhen nodded vigorously. "Yes! No matter what you ask of , I’ll do it! Even if you want my life, I would gladly offer it to you!"
’It’s true that Prince Zhao will one day beco the all-powerful Regent King,’ she sched, ’but right now, he’s just a cripple who can’t even stand. He has no real power, and his personality is so bizarre. No woman would ever be truly devoted to him.’
’As long as I humble myself and offer him my sincere heart, he’s sure to be moved.’
Li Ji heard every last one of her thoughts with perfect clarity.
The corners of his lips curled into a dangerous smile.
"In that case, eat this."
He then produced a small porcelain vial from his sleeve.
He held the vial out to Han Zhenzhen.
A sense of foreboding washed over Han Zhenzhen.
"Wh-what is this?"
Li Ji said, "A poison I acquired from the Western Regions. Take it, and you will lose your mind, becoming an idiot who can do nothing but eat, drink, and excrete."
Han Zhenzhen’s face went white, and a cold sweat trickled down her temple.
She forced a smile.
"You’re joking, my Prince... right?"
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