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Contempt was evident in his gaze, as was his disdain and scorn for Song Chengyi.

The pride ingrained in his bones made him utterly disbelieve that Su Han, having once been his Regional Princess and witnessed the imperial majesty, would lower herself to marry an unknown junior officer!

Su Han took the box from him and upon opening it, she saw a jade peony hairpin, a clever piece of craftsmanship that turned jade into the pattern of peonies. It was a treasure of the Imperial family, inaccessible to outsiders who could spend their whole lives without the chance to even catch a glimpse.

Su Han had seen the empress wear it before and had felt some envy at the time.

After returning home, she told Chu Xiaotian about it, and Chu Xiaotian said, “This is a treasure of the Imperial family, not even personally owned by the empress. It can only be borrowed for grand banquets and must be returned to the treasure vault afterward. If the empress herself cannot have it, how could you possibly obtain it?”

Su Han’s lips twisted slightly at the memory. Chu Xiaotian’s words, ‘how could you possibly obtain it,’ were still fresh in her mind.

Yet now that very item was in her hands, which felt like a particularly cruel irony.

Su Han closed the wooden box and handed it back, “I once wanted this object, but not anymore, just as with Your Highness, once heartily adored, now merely a stranger. I hope we will not disturb each other again.”

The box was thrust back into his hands, and Chu Xiaotian stared at it, his brow furrowed deeply, “Su Han! Do not be too proud. Other than returning to Your Highness’s side, what path do you have? Song Chengyi is as ugly as a ghoul! He has been seriously wounded on the battlefield; who knows how long he will live! By staying with him, you are just waiting to become a widow!”

“Slap!”

The crisp sound of a slap echoed loudly in the quiet night.

Zhifen and the others standing behind Su Han were all stunned.

The always graceful and highly self-controlled Su Han had slapped someone—the slap was on Chu Xiaotian.

Su Han withdrew her hand, and even the act of slapping bore elegance, but her gaze was fierce, “Chu Xiaotian, say what you will about me, but if you curse my future husband again, I will make you pay the price!”

“Su Han!”

Chu Xiaotian’s eyes widened as his heart thumped wildly in his chest, not a single hair on his body could believe that Su Han—the one who once loved him to the bone—had actually raised a hand against him!

“I am here, Your Highness. What would you like to do? Want to strike back? I’m afraid that’s not possible. With many palace guards from Marquis’s Manor, they would not let Your Highness leave easily after laying a hand on me again. But if Your Highness chooses not to strike back, then I will not waste my time with you. Please leave the Marquis’s Manor!”

Su Han’s defiance was overwhelming, her delicate frame belied the formidable aura she radiated.

Su Han had already turned around when Chu Xiaotian seized her sleeve in desperation, “Han’er! Don’t be angry with Your Highness! If you want to hit… hit then! Your Highness is willing to apologize to you, but… could you please not marry Song Chengyi?”

Su Han’s actions tonight were completely beyond his expectations.

His memory of her, the Su Han he thought he knew, was someone he still believed he could win back!

Because she used to love him so deeply!

Before their marriage, she had already given her heart to him. After they married, she tried even harder to be a good wife and mother, accommodating and considerate at every turn, dedicating herself to his well-being and the welfare of the prince’s mansion.