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“There are many who dare.”

“Who has so much free time?!”

Li Hongyuan put down his pen: “Jiang Ning, have you forgotten that Wenren Zong is a rebel? There are countless reasons for anyone in the Jiang Family to stop you from interacting with him.”

“They wouldn’t do that.”

“So you’re accusing me? Do you think I’m easy to bully?”

“…Who’s bullying you? Why are you deflecting?” Jiang Ning was baffled.

He was the Crown Prince, now the Regent, with absolute power, yet he claimed she was bullying him.

How bold she must be.

Looking at his expression, even Jiang Ning began to doubt if she was really framing him.

But how could that be?

Jiang Ning wasn’t crazy or stupid.

She stared at him, “Stop beating around the bush, just tell me, did you take the letter Wenren Zong sent me?”

“Yes.”

“…Give it back.”

“Burned it.”

…Jiang Ning appeared calm on the surface, but in her heart, she had already dragged him up, slapped him three hundred and eighty times, stripped him naked and thrown him outside in the snow, freezing him into an ice sculpture and shattering him into three thousand eight hundred pieces.

Li Hongyuan looked up at her: “Is there anything else?”

“Don’t touch my things in the future.”

“It depends.” Li Hongyuan lowered his head and continued writing, “If you continue to correspond with Wenren Zong, I, the Crown Prince, will not sit idly by. However—”

He changed the subject and glanced at the letter, “Who gave this to you?”

“I’d have to be insane to tell you that.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” Li Hongyuan nodded, “It’s easy to find out. Li Xiu.”

Li Xiu hurried in.

Li Hongyuan ordered, “Immediately investigate who took Wenren Zong’s letter from the post station today. Break both of his hands and let him know not to touch things he shouldn’t.”

“Li Hongyuan!” Jiang Ning shouted, “Are you insane?”

Li Hongyuan raised his head: “You’re the one who’s insane. Don’t forget who you are. As the Princess Consort, you’re frequently corresponding with a banished rebel. What are you trying to do?”

“I’m only talking about trivial matters with Thirteen. Li Hongyuan, you’re trying to frame me!”

“And so what? Once it gets out, who cares about what’s really in the letters?” Li Hongyuan said indifferently, “Jiang Ning, there’s one thing you need to understand. The reason Wenren Zong is still alive is because I allowed him to live. Don’t push him to his death.”

He pointed to the letter on the table, “This is the last one. I think you don’t want the next thing you see to be his obituary.”

Jiang Ning picked up the letter and left in silence.

Upon returning to her room, she unfolded the paper and began writing, “Thirteen, don’t write to me anymore. Reform yourself and strive for leniency…”

Damn it.

What nonsense.

Jiang Ning crumpled up the paper and threw it on the floor.

After nightfall, Li Hongyuan called her over and pointed at the collapsed Mu Jian lying on the floor like a puddle of mud, his face somber, “How did he become like this?”

“You don’t need to thank me too much. Just consider it as taking revenge for Concubine Jin,” Jiang Ning said, “If you had any backbone at all, you would have killed him directly instead of using the Jiang Family.”

“You think that without the Jiang Family, I wouldn’t be able to deal with Mu Jian?”

“Of course you can handle it, but you’re a hypocrite who doesn’t want to get his hands dirty.” Jiang Ning kicked Mu Jian, “I heard that the Silla Kingdom’s envoy is bringing Li You here tomorrow. Since you’re not willing to kill Mu Jian, I’ll be looking forward to the show.”