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Jiang Ning pulled her hand back, took off the bracelet on her wrist, placed it in his hand, and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” he asked again.

“Because we’re not a good match.”

“In what way are we not suitable? I like you, and you have a good impression of me too, don’t you?”

“I do have a good impression of you, but… having a good impression doesn’t mean we can get married.”

“I don’t understand.” Wenren Zong frowned, “I like you, my family accepts you. Your family also agrees, and you don’t dislike me. Why can’t we get married and be together?”

“Because I don’t want to be separated from the children.”

“Even if we get married, you can come back to see them whenever you miss them.”

“But I can’t come back every day, can I?”

“Ningning, that’s not a real reason. Tell me the real reason.” Wenren Zong squatted in front of the wheelchair, grasping her shoulders, “Or is it that I’ve done something wrong these few days that has made you dislike me?”

“No, you’ve been great.”

“Then what is the reason?”

“Maybe it’s because I haven’t liked you enough to get married to you immediately.” Jiang Ning smiled, “Thirteen, you’re a talented young man, and there are countless noble ladies who would be willing to marry you.”

“I don’t want them, I only want you.”

“Alright, Thirteen, rest well. I’ll have Third Brother take you back tomorrow.” Jiang Ning pushed her wheelchair and turned to leave.

Wenren Zong looked at her retreating figure, his emotions complicated.

Jiang Ning pushed her wheelchair back herself, passing an archway, and saw Jiang Yi leaning against a door pillar, arms crossed, smiling, “Wenren Zong is a very good husband candidate, and you just rejected him like that. You’re really ruthless.”

Jiang Ning snorted and ignored him.

Jiang Yi followed and helped her push the wheelchair: “What a pity.”

Jiang Ning lazily leaned against the chair back, “If it’s such a pity, why don’t you marry him yourself?”

“It’s a pity I’m a man.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t discriminate against you.”

“…You’re naughty.” Jiang Yi laughed, “Wenren Zong is quite loyal to the King of Chen, even risking his own lifelong happiness. He’s a tough character, capable of great things.”

Jiang Ning pouted.

Jiang Yi glanced at her and smiled, “You’re pretty tough too.”

“What’s so tough about me?” Jiang Ning lazily propped her chin, “I just don’t want to be used and be someone else’s pawn. The Emperor won’t do it, Prince of Yu won’t do it, and Wenren Zong is even worse.”

Jiang Yi was curious, “When did you know he was using you?”

“From the beginning.”

“Huh?”

“Ever since his family started asking for my hand in marriage.” Jiang Ning said indifferently, “Brother, put yourself in his shoes, would you be willing to marry a disabled woman who has been married and has children?”

Jiang Yi laughed, “I understand what you mean, most people wouldn’t. But… Seventh Sister, you’re so beautiful, it’s hard to say.”

“Does Wenren Zong look like someone who would lose rationality and do anything for love?”

“He doesn’t.”

“So isn’t his motive very obvious?” Jiang Ning smiled, “He’s using me to hit Prince of Yu. And he’s been successful.”

“If you knew that, why did you still associate with him?”

“I had nothing better to do. Besides all that, Wenren Zong is handsome, romantic, and hanging out with him is still pretty enjoyable.”

Jiang Yi glanced at her, “I feel like you’re using Wenren Zong too.”

“Nonsense, I’m not.”

“Then it must be true.” Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow, “Wenren Zong uses you to attack Prince of Yu, and you play his game. Is that it?”

“Why would I want to scheme against Prince of Yu.”

“Because you don’t want him to become the Crown Prince, and you don’t want to give the children back to him!”