Sending the Wrong Person

Helian Weiwei appeared indifferent, knowing that she wouldn't be chosen by the third prince anyway.

"Helian Weiwei."

Yes? What is it!?

"Stand up."

Ah, she was blocking his way, and she thought the Third Prince wasn't very bright.

Helian Weiwei was self-aware enough to know that Helian Jiao'er had to pass by her to be chosen. She stood up from her seat with a pastry in hand, her eyes bright and clear, resembling a foolish fox, ready to step aside.

"Here you go."

The sudden appearance of a white cherry blossom in front of her was more understated than any other bloom. It had a faint aura of luxury and nobility, perhaps because the person holding it was extraordinary, making even an ordinary white cherry blossom seem significant.

Helian Weiwei was taken aback, unsure of what was happening.

Oh dear, she must have taken the wrong turn somewhere.

She was here to play her part, wasn't she?

Why was the Third Prince giving her flowers?

Could it be that he got the directions wrong?

Helian Weiwei cautiously shifted her position.

The deep, narrow eyes beneath the man's silver mask darkened.

Sun Gonggong grew anxious and pushed her directly.

Helian Weiwei raised her eyes and leaned toward the man's indifferent lips!

Was it really meant for her?

What on earth!

She should just play along!

"Ahem!" Trying to speak with a mouthful of cake, Helian Weiwei ended up choking on it.

She could clearly see the man's icy gaze as he observed her embarrassing state.

What did these three princes mean? Did they dislike her?

They sent her flowers even though they disliked her!

"Mistress." Emperor Taishang's face completely changed when Baili Jia Jue stopped in front of Helian Weiwei!

Baili Jia Jue remained composed, casually dusting off nonexistent dust from his body. His voice was indifferent as he said, "If you must choose, then choose her."

Everyone couldn't help but exclaim, their eyes filled with shock and even anger as they looked at Helian Weiwei.

Helian Jiao'er's face turned pale, and the pearls in her hair seemed to sense her owner's humiliation, swaying back and forth. Her expression was more sullen than disbelieving.

Why?

That woman was nothing more than a discarded trash!

How could the Third Prince casually choose her!

Moreover, she looked so inferior!

Helian Weiwei raised an eyebrow. What did he mean by "if you must choose, then choose her"?

This was a marriage affair, and he was treating it so casually?

Perhaps it didn't matter who he chose in reality, but she, Helian Weiwei, would never stoop to being someone's accessory.

The queen looked at the scene, her eyes flickering. She said, "Third Prince, you and Miss Helian seem to have misunderstood. It's fine to give her flowers, but that doesn't mean she's the chosen one. You misunderstood your grandfather's intentions." Then, the queen turned to Helian Weiwei, her delicate brows furrowing. "Weiwei, you were previously accepted by my Murong Royal Mansion, but you seem to lack understanding of the rules. The Third Prince casually gave you a flower, and you're at a loss for how to react. It could lead others to misunderstand."

Helian Weiwei snorted inwardly. This woman was trying to shift all the blame onto her, allowing the Third Prince to choose someone else again.

However, this time, she was happy to cooperate with the queen. Her thin lips curved into a smile. "As the queen mother said."

Empress Murong didn't expect Helian Weiwei to be so accommodating. She smiled and said, "I suppose Miss Murong still lacks any martial prowess."

"Well, that's true." Helian Weiwei let out a long sigh, appearing annoyed but not disappointed. However, there was a deeper mockery in her eyes, mixed with a slight smile.

Baili Jia Jue raised his gaze, catching her faint smile. A trace of anger seemed to briefly flash in his narrowed, peach blossom eyes.

"Shouldn't you return the flowers to the Third Prince?" The queen's voice held a hint of surprise. This girl was cooperating more than expected.

Helian Weiwei promptly replied, her voice echoing throughout the courtyard, "Of course."

Two words, clear and resolute.

With that, she handed the white cherry blossom to Baili Jia Jue and looked at the queen with a mocking sneer.

It was evident that they looked down on her.

It was also clear that they felt she wasn't worthy of their precious son.

They were never interested in a woman; they desired the military power she represented.

They wanted a daughter-in-law who held military authority.

To them, she was nothing more than a "divorced waste."

She cooperated with the queen because she had no intention of getting married.

She had never even considered who she would marry, and even if she did, she would never choose someone like Baili Jia Jue.

It wasn't because he was bad.

On the contrary, he was handsome, composed, and possessed a clear sense of right and wrong. He was indeed an excellent man.

But precisely because he was so remarkable, he was likely to inherit the imperial throne in the future.

By then, there would be three thousand concubines, full of intrigue.

She didn't want to share a man with other women.

Not even if it meant sacrificing her life.

She refused to stoop to that level!

Moreover, what she desired was absolute loyalty!

Finding someone who loved, cherished, and was loyal to her was more important than any fame or wealth.

She didn't ask for much in this life; she only sought a committed heart that would remain by her side until their hair turned white...

It was clear that Baili Jia Jue wasn't suitable for her!

A man who didn't hold her in his heart, no matter how perfect he was, she wouldn't deign to be with him!

Emperor Taishang, seated on the throne, remained silent, his thoughts hidden from view.

Helian Jiao'er felt relieved. While she despised Helian Weiwei, she couldn't help but feel a secret sense of satisfaction. So, this waste was still the same!

As for Baili Jia Jue, he didn't utter a word. The silver mask perfectly concealed his emotions, burying them within his deep, slightly withdrawn Danfeng eyes. He stared at the white cherry blossom in his hand, and his fingers, hidden under his long sleeves, grew slightly stiff, as if he was suppressing something...