Pregnant Before the Royal Marriage-Chapter 908 - : Playing the Victim_1

Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Playing the Victim_1

Jiang Ning’s words countered what the Emperor had just scolded the Crown Prince for.

Just when everyone thought Jiang Ning was bound to provoke the Emperor’s wrath, the Emperor let out a burst of laughter instead.

Pointing at Jiang Ning, he laughed for a while, then said, “You can’t bear the slightest disadvantage, and even the pettiest grudge you have to exact revenge for. I don’t understand, with Jiang Ruobai and Lin Zizi being such refined and elegant people, how did they end up with a ruffian like you?”

“Your majesty, let’s keep it to the topic. There’s no need for personal attacks,” Jiang Ning retorted somewhat displeased, “Can I compare to them? Have you even considered where I was raised? If I was raised in the Jiang family, I could have been just as graceful.”

The Emperor smirked, “Just one remark, and look how much you grumble. It’s not my fault that you were forced to the streets.”

“Failure to take care of a child is naturally the parent’s fault. But…” Jiang Ning paused, “Those who are destined to undertake great responsibilities must go through hardship first. They must have determination, physical strength, and experience deprivation.”

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The Emperor chuckled, “So tell us, what great task did the heavens impose on you by subjecting you to suffering?”

“Well, of course it was to meet a very important person.”

At her words, the Emperor and the Crown Prince had different expressions.

Her words didn’t sound particularly special, but they had different impacts depending on who heard them.

After Jiang Ning arrived in this world, she was poor and down on her luck. But not long after, she met an even ‘more luckless’ Emperor. Holding on to the thought of respecting elders and cherishing the young, she gave him the last half bowl of congee.

In reality, she had just grown tired of drinking thin congee. It wasn’t enough to starve, but it could never satiate her hunger.

She had originally planned to give the half bowl to a “beggar” and then set off to earn money, even if it meant going to scam a fortune teller, or going to a brothel to sing and perform. Anything was better than starving.

She had none of the ancient prejudices, and didn’t think earning her livelihood with her skills was a disgrace.

Who would have thought she had ended up saving a big shot.

Since then, it opened up an entirely new life for her.

To the Emperor, her words clearly referred to him: the heavens arranged for her to wander the old alleyways of ordinary folks, all in order to save him, the Emperor.

But to the Crown Prince, the very important person she mentioned was, of course, him.

For a woman, could there be anything more important than meeting her future husband?

Jiang Ning glanced at the Emperor, then surreptitiously eyed the Crown Prince at the side. From their expressions, she knew that her words carried ambiguity.

But that’s fine, that was exactly the effect she wanted to achieve.

Indeed, the Emperor’s expression relaxed considerably.

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Everyone in the world revered him, many were loyal to him and willing to die for him.

But all that was merely because he was the Emperor.

Supported by the status of being the Emperor.

If he were just an average person, or even a beggar on the street?

How many would still be willing to give him their last half bowl of congee?

Furthermore. this girl, unbound by the etiquette of the well-born, though reckless in her speech, laughed and swore, was naive and straightforward, she even dared to tell him the truth.

This necessarily made the Emperor feel the emotions of an ordinary old father.

He had many children, but true familial affection was hard to find.

Because of these reasons, the Emperor’s fondness for Jiang Ning carried a hint of indulgence.

Therefore, his tone towards her softened: “I know your past was tough, let’s not bring it up anymore. It’s not a pleasing story to anyone.”

Jiang Ning thought to herself, am I not just afraid you might forget the favor of saving your life?

Can not wallowing in self-pity work?!