"Does Prince Jin need something?"
Prince Jin stood at the doorway of the private room, looking complicatedly at Su Qiao, who had already changed back into women's clothing. "Can I talk with you for a few words?"
"Bi Qiu, let him in."
Su Qiao had a pretty good idea what he wanted to say.
Nostalgia filled Prince Jin's gaze. "Yue'er..."
"Call me Su Qiao." Su Qiao corrected him bluntly.
Looking at her familiar features, Prince Jin forced a bitter smile. "Xiao Qiao, you deceived me so thoroughly."
Su Qiao's smile held a trace of sarcasm. "Heh, what do you mean by that, Prince Jin?"
Prince Jin's eyes were full of grievance. "Even now, you still want to hide it from me?"
"The person who saved me and took care of me in the south back then was clearly you. Why didn't you tell me?"
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance. "Stop deceiving yourself. What kind of person are you, Prince Jin? Could you really not tell the difference between me and Su Jingya?"
As a prince whose brothers had all died, who had survived under the hand of Long Jingyuan—and had even lived so well—could Prince Jin really be that stupid?
"It's just that you preferred Su Jingya, who was dignified and refined, graceful and generous, and talented in literature."
"If you'd had even the slightest concern for me, you could have simply sent a subordinate to investigate in the south, and you would have learned the truth. Unfortunately, you didn't."
Prince Jin lowered his head guiltily and sheepishly. "I... Later, I did send people to look for you at the village, but the village caught fire, and no one knew where you had gone."
Prince Jin knew how pale his explanation sounded.
But at this point, he no