"Your Highness must be mistaken." Jiang Ning’s voice was calm but her fingers clenched the fabric of her robes. Prince Yu regarded her with the same indifference one might have for a chess piece—useful, but replaceable. "Mistaken?" he echoed, his tone smooth, unreadable. She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze despite the weight of countless eyes at her. "I did not enter this selection." A slow, deliberate smile tugged at his lips-cold, amused, entirely without warmth. "And here you are."
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