My stepsister tried to steal the prince's hand in marriage, but little did she know I had been

When Wen Shuyao and Xie Jinghan arrived at the Chen family, they naturally sat in the main seats.

However, even after they sat down, their fingers remained tightly clasped together.

Xie Jinghan's gaze remained fixed on Wen Shuyao.

This was the scene that greeted Wen Yitong as soon as she entered. She felt a little lost, and then she stared intently at Xie Jinghan's every move.

When she realized that Xie Jinghan's entire attention was focused on Wen Shuyao, her emotions, which had just calmed down, surged up again.

She is not reconciled!

She pondered for a long time, and this was still the thought that came to her mind.

She is not reconciled!

Why should Wen Shuyao get everything that she never got?

Why?

Wen Yitong's inner screams were silent, but the coldness emanating from her body revealed her current mood.

"Your Highness, please have some tea."

Wen Shuyao called out softly and delicately handed the teacup to Xie Jinghan.

Xie Jinghan reached out, took the teacup, and gently supported Wen Shuyao's hand. Then, he took Wen Shuyao's hand in his, unwilling to let go for even a moment.

Many people, including Si Qing, looked shocked.

After all, everyone knows that Xie Jinghan is not interested in women.

But Wen Shuyao was able to make him get close to her repeatedly, and even... he wouldn't let go of her hand.

It seems that Xie Jinghan is indeed very fond of his princess, Wen Shuyao.

Wen Shuyao lowered her head, revealing a shy expression, and then she met Xie Jinghan's gaze.

The two were so deeply in love that they forgot all about everyone around them.

The more they acted this way, the angrier Wen Yitong became.

The sight of the handsome man and beautiful woman before her eyes was like a sharp sword piercing her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

How did that happen?

She was lost in thought.

Throughout the meal, Wen Shuyao and Xie Jinghan's affectionate behavior almost blinded everyone.

Xie Jinghan was never as cold as the rumors suggested when he treated Wen Shuyao. On the contrary, although his expression was cold, he had a deep affection for her that was not easily revealed.

Chen Che gained a deeper understanding of Wen Shuyao's position in Xie Jinghan's heart, and he also showed Wen Yitong much more respect than usual.

Even after seeing Wen Shuyao and Xie Jinghan off, he remained amiable towards Wen Yitong.

"Thank you for your hard work today, my lady," he said softly. "Tomorrow I'll take you to the hot springs..."

"No need." Wen Yitong's anger, which she had suppressed all day, erupted at this moment. She shoved Chen Che's hand away, her eyes filled with rage, and walked towards the main courtyard without looking back.

The smile that had appeared on Chen Che's face froze on his face.

What does she mean?

His gloomy voice rang out, and none of the servants beside him dared to answer.

With his appearance, no one dared to mess with Chen Che.

Wen Yitong had already lost her mind because of what had happened today.

The moment she returned to the main courtyard, a surge of murderous intent welled up within her: "I'm going to kill her!"

Her eyes were fierce as she said, word by word, "I want her dead!"

As soon as Wen Yitong said this, Ruyi reacted quickly and immediately closed the door, not forgetting to check the surroundings for anyone eavesdropping.

"Miss!" Ruyi whispered, "Watch your words!"

This is not the Duke Wen's mansion, where Madam Wen's spies are everywhere.

The things Wen Yitong said could easily get out if she wasn't careful.

Wen Shuyao's status has undergone a complete transformation. She is now the Princess Consort of Jing. For Wen Yitong to say such a thing is extremely disrespectful!

Upon hearing this, Wen Yitong sneered and slammed her hand on the table.

"What? I can't even speak anymore?"

Her anger hadn't subsided, and her chest heaved.

"Ruyi, I must kill her!" Wen Yitong's anger was burning fiercely. Her voice was low and hoarse as she said hatefully, "I must kill her! If she doesn't die, I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Having followed Wen Yitong for so long, Ruyi had already figured out her personality.

She knew that Wen Yitong hated Wen Shuyao to the core, because Wen Shuyao's current life should have belonged to Wen Yitong.

How could someone as selfish as Wen Yitong have imagined that she was the one who gave up on this marriage first? She would only think that Wen Shuyao didn't deserve such a good marriage, and that even someone she didn't want couldn't fall in love with Wen Shuyao or treat her well.

I know it in my heart, but saying it out loud is another matter entirely.

She lowered her voice: "Miss, now is not the time to talk about these things. Why don't you ask Madam when you return to the capital tomorrow?"

Wen Yitong closed her eyes: "She must have advised me to be careful and patient, but I..."

"But I can't take it anymore!" Wen Yitong gripped Ruyi's hand tightly. "Yesterday's plan failed. Something must have gone wrong. Think it over carefully and redesign it!"

Wen Yitong was blinded by anger, and only this one thought remained in her mind. She didn't realize how foolish her impulsive plan was.

Ruyi held back her anger, her voice changing as she said, "Miss, I will definitely plan carefully, but now doesn't seem like the right time to talk about this."

As she spoke, she moved aside, just enough for Wen Yitong to see the scene behind her.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yitong instantly transformed the distorted expression on her face into a gentle smile.

"Husband!" She ran out happily, as if she hadn't been the one who had just shaken off Chen Che.

Chen Che came to settle scores with Wen Yitong in a fit of rage, but when he entered, he was met with a smiling Wen Yitong.

His anger was stuck in his throat; he couldn't say it, nor could he hold it in, and his face turned red.

Wen Yitong did not notice his complicated expression.

At this moment, Wen Yitong was thinking about how to help Chen Che achieve the title of Tan Hua (third-ranked scholar).

"My lord, I have asked my father to find a renowned teacher in the capital," she whispered. "After the homecoming banquet tomorrow, you will come with me to visit this senior scholar and ask him to give you guidance."

Wen Yitong took Chen Che's arm and led him into the room.

Chen Che was a man who craved beautiful women. Wen Yitong was not bad-looking, with a pretty face and a delicate figure. When Wen Yitong hugged him like that, he couldn't help but think of the scene on their wedding night, and for a moment he felt a little lightheaded.

For some unknown reason, Wen Yitong had become mentally unstable; after their wedding night, she refused to let him touch her.

And now...

Chen Che's mind was racing, and his hand unconsciously gripped Wen Yitong's waist.

"Okay," he replied in a low, hoarse voice.

Wen Yitong's smile froze for a moment, but she endured the discomfort and did not shake off Chen Che's hand.

As expected, the two entered the bedroom, hesitated for a moment, and then remained outside the door.

As a servant, it's best for her not to interfere in the affairs of a husband and wife.

Just then, the door that had been closed was opened, and Chen Che's screams echoed throughout the courtyard.

"Are you crazy!" Chen Che held his bitten hand and looked at Wen Yitong in disbelief.

Wen Yitong asked coldly, "Have you finished your studies, my husband?"