Although Li Wan had a favorable impression of Song Qingshu, this matter ran utterly against the principles she had upheld for years and the education she had received since childhood. How could she possibly accept it?
Jia Sidao paid her no heed. In his eyes, Li Wan belonged to the Jia family and had no right to decide her own fate.
Song Qingshu was somewhat surprised. "Prime Minister Jia, you truly are willing to spare no expense." His reaction was understandable. Jia Sidao had previously sent people to use honey traps, but at least he had used the young mistress of Ningguo Mansion, someone separated from him by several degrees of relation. Now, however, he was sending his own son's wife into the fray. It was genuinely unexpected and shocking.
"Your Highness is no ordinary man. Only this can demonstrate my sincerity." Jia Sidao had initially been somewhat irritated that the woman in the room had been switched, but on second thought, Li Wan was already a widow. Her natal family held little power, and she served no other purpose by remaining in the mansion. He might as well put her to use elsewhere.
Li Wan felt as though her heart had turned to ice. She had never expected that after painstakingly preserving her chastity for the Jia family all these years, this would be the outcome. Had all her previous persistence been nothing but a joke? She even recalled how Jia Rong had once broken into her bedroom at night. If Song Qingshu had not saved her and something had truly happened, Jia Mansion would likely have buried the matter for the greater good. After all, Jia Rong was the only heir of the Ningguo Mansion line. How could they truly punish him?
At that moment, Song Qingshu smiled.