Chapter Forty-Nine: The Prince’s Untouchable Beloved Appears

Su Jingluo hadn’t planned to pay any attention at first, but the constant pointing and whispering was starting to get on her nerves. She deliberately wandered off to a quiet corner. Suddenly, she noticed Lin Feifei had stopped chattering and was secretly following Xiao Jingxuan. Both of them looked as sneaky as thieves.

Originally, Su Jingluo just wanted to slack off, but she couldn’t resist the burning flame of gossip within her. Almost without realizing it, she began to follow them as well.

The royal villa was quite spacious, and Su Jingluo had to trail them for a long while before finally stopping. She picked a perfect spot where she could see both Xiao Jingxuan and Lin Feifei, who was spying on him. All she needed now was a handful of sunflower seeds and she’d have the perfect spot for a show.

Before long, a woman appeared, dressed in a splendid yellow gown, her skin whiter than snow, her features full of charm and allure. Su Jingluo’s head throbbed sharply. Lin Wanwan?! The name flickered in her mind, unfamiliar yet strangely familiar, and then she remembered Xiao Jingxuan’s bitter romance.

Lin Wanwan was the child of Xiao Jingxuan’s aunt, a concubine-born daughter of the Lin family. She and Xiao Jingxuan were cousins, and since Lin Wanwan’s mother was a concubine as well, neither of them enjoyed much affection or favor. Sharing this misfortune, they had been close since childhood. Lin Feifei, on the other hand, was the legitimate eldest daughter of the Lin family.

Lin Feifei had always admired Xiao Jingxuan, so she must have quite disliked and resented Lin Wanwan. Yet, in Su Jingluo’s memory, there was no clue as to why Lin Wanwan hadn’t married Xiao Jingxuan.

How intriguing. Su Jingluo quietly observed, curious to see what these three would do.

In truth, aside from her status, Lin Wanwan was far more beautiful than Lin Feifei. Her eyes and brows radiated gentle, enchanting charm. As she approached from afar, she seemed ethereal, like a fairy. The moment she saw Xiao Jingxuan, her eyes reddened before she even spoke.

“Wanwan, are you… are you well?” Xiao Jingxuan’s voice trembled. After five years apart, seeing her again made his heart ache with a bittersweet swelling.

Before Lin Wanwan could reply, tears spilled down her cheeks. Suddenly, she hurried forward and threw her arms around Xiao Jingxuan.

“Cousin, I’m fine. I’ve never married. I’ve been waiting for you!” Lin Wanwan’s character was much more straightforward than her delicate looks suggested.

“Wanwan!” For the first time, Xiao Jingxuan’s voice was warm, filled with indescribable pain and tenderness.

“Cousin, did you miss me?” Lin Wanwan’s voice was especially soft and delicate, every word tugging at the heartstrings.

“Yes, I’ve missed you all these five years.” Xiao Jingxuan held Lin Wanwan tightly, unwilling to let go.

“Cousin, I heard your relationship with the princess is very close.” Suddenly, Lin Wanwan mentioned Su Jingluo. Su Jingluo, surprised to hear her own name, quickly strained to listen even more intently.

At the mention of Su Jingluo, Xiao Jingxuan’s body tensed at once.

“Cousin, back then my father took me away, and I never got the chance to marry you. I’ve thought about it for a long time. If I can’t become your wife in this lifetime, I’d rather grow old and die at home. If my family can’t keep me, I’ll spend my days in quiet devotion among incense and Buddha’s light.”

After Lin Wanwan finished speaking, Su Jingluo finally understood. This had nothing to do with Lin Feifei; this was someone coming to steal her own place. She kept talking about being a wife, about marriage. She hadn’t returned in five years—why now? And she made it clear from the start that she was aiming for the position of principal wife, looking down on the idea of being a concubine.

Lin Feifei’s silhouette trembled violently—her emotions clearly in turmoil. Su Jingluo couldn’t understand what on earth she had to be upset about; it wasn’t her heart that was being poached. Didn’t she hear Lin Wanwan say she wanted to be Xiao Jingxuan’s wife?

Su Jingluo’s mouth tasted bitter, and she couldn’t quite name the feeling in her heart. Xiao Jingxuan remained silent for a long time, and Su Jingluo didn’t want to hear his answer either. Lin Wanwan was his moonlight, the one he’d always cherished, while Su Jingluo wasn’t even a shadow of a memory—there was simply no comparison.