It was actually her?
Hearing Jiang Mengqing's name, Jiang Xuanming, Prince Xin's heir, was somewhat surprised.
He knew a little about Jiang Mengqing and Jiang Lin. In his eyes, they were fellow sufferers in the same boat.
His pressure came from his father, while theirs came from the person seated upon the supreme throne.
They were all merely scraping by to stay alive. To him, there was no difference.
He had never imagined she secretly held such an identity. It truly surprised him.
But surprise was all he felt. The thought of seeking Jiang Mengqing's help never even crossed his mind; he preferred relying on himself.
Jiang Xuanming looked up at his father. Though there was some suspicion in his father's eyes, there was even more delight.
He sneered inwardly. Father was still dreaming of becoming emperor? Little did he know that entering the palace would mark his death.
Countless thoughts twisted through his mind, but none showed on his face. He still wore that vacant, slightly dazed expression.
Watching him, a flicker of disdain passed through Jiang Xiangyang's eyes. How could someone like this deserve to be his heir? Once he... he would strip him of the position.
Cai Qingqing, Prince Xin's consort, knew nothing of the private schemes in her husband's and son's hearts. She remained immersed in her fragile dream of love, even imagining Jiang Xiangyang naming her Empress once he became emperor.
After finishing their milk tea, the three rested a little longer before setting off for a separate residence.
Night fell.
Following Guagua's directions, Jiang Nuan dressed in night stealth clothes and arrived at the ruined temple where Jiang Xuanming and Jiang Mengqing exchanged information.
Two figures in night stealth clothes, wrapped up tightly from head to toe, each entered the ruined temple with two