Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: Portrait of a Young Girl

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Jiang Ning asked, “Why won’t you let me come?”

“You’re not here out of genuine concern for me, but only because you feel guilty. I, Li Hongyuan, don’t need a woman’s pity.”

“Who’s pitying you?”

She wasn’t crazy.

But what was up with this Li Hongyuan?

Before leaving, he acted like he loved her to death, showed extreme jealousy, and spoke cheesy love phrases.

It hadn’t been long since he left, but he seemed to have changed his tune now.

So can love really just disappear?

Jiang Ning studied his face, trying to find any trace of change in his expression.

“What are you looking at?”

“Do you not like me anymore?”

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Li Hongyuan almost let the cat out of the bag because of that sentence.

This woman really was…

Jiang Ning said, “It’s okay, just tell me if your feelings have changed.”

Li Hongyuan was slightly irritated, “You don’t like me either, so why are you forcing me to admit that I like you?”

Jiang Ning was taken aback.

After some thought, she agreed.

She was indeed getting a little arrogant because she was favored.

She shouldn’t have taken it for granted just because he had saved her.

That wasn’t right, not at all.

Jiang Ning felt that her recent days had been too smooth, making her forget Prince of Yu’s past actions.

He wasn’t some innocent little virgin, but a man who didn’t blink an eye when killing and treated his devoted concubines with a cold face.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Ning apologized, “I won’t bother you anymore.”

She turned her wheelchair, ready to leave.

Unexpectedly, one of the wheels got caught on the table leg, and she almost fell over with the sudden turn.

Li Hongyuan was quick to react, jumping up and steadying her with one hand.

He managed to catch her, but the table was flipped over in the process.

With a loud crash…

The people outside were startled and rushed in.

Gucheng was the fastest.

Seeing the Prince of Yu holding Jiang Ning’s waist, he blinked and quietly backed away.

He bumped into Huang Ying.

Huang Ying glared at him, wanting to look inside but got yanked away by him with a firm grip on her collar.

“What are you doing?” Huang Ying angrily said.

“Don’t, watch, others, being, intimate,” he said hopping from word to word.

Huang Ying immediately calmed down.

Li Yuanyuan, who had also planned to go in and check, stopped in her tracks, her expression complicated upon hearing those words.

As a married couple, it was natural for them to be affectionate.

Yet, it made her feel so uncomfortable.

Inside the cell.

Such a close distance, they could hear each other’s breaths.

Li Hongyuan stared at her for a moment, then helped her sit back up, “Be more careful next time.”

The table had overturned, and papers and pens were scattered everywhere.

Jiang Ning caught a glimpse of several papers in the corner of her eye, which appeared to be paintings.

She walked over directly, picked up those few paintings from a pile of papers, and saw that they were portraits of a woman.

There were four or five paintings, all depicting the same young girl.

The girl in each painting wore a white dress and had long, seaweed-like hair.

However, the girl’s expression was different in each painting.

One showed her sitting lazily in a wheelchair, propping up her cheek, with her feet up, dozing off.

Another depicted her lying on a chaise couch, laughing while eating sunflower seeds.

There was also one with an angry scowl on her face.

However, the last one was different.

In this painting, the girl was kneeling on the bed, gripping a quilt to cover her body, exposing her fair shoulders, with her long hair covering her face, casting a shadow, making her expression unreadable.

Jiang Ning stared blankly.

The painting in her hand was snatched away.

When she looked up, it was Li Hongyuan.

On his face, there was a hint of embarrassment and panic of having his deepest secret discovered.

But it was only for a moment and quickly disappeared.

It happened so fast that Jiang Ning thought it was her own hallucination.

“You…” Jiang Ning pointed to his hand, “What is that?”

“Didn’t you already see it?”