Chapter 1 Different

Wen Hao woke up from the darkness and his eyes became clear again.

What caught my eye was the boy's slightly raised face.

The face was familiar yet unfamiliar, with a hint of confusion in the dark jade eyes.

Wen Hao was confused for a moment.

Who is the person below?

Wait, below?

Wen Hao glanced down subconsciously.

The forsythia flowers on the green silk skirt are tender and beautiful, and the exposed goose yellow shoe tips are hanging in the air.

She is—

Wen Hao looked at the young man again, and a bolt of thunder split the chaos in her mind, making her suddenly remember the other person's identity.

Prince Jing Qi Shuo!

Almost instinctively, Wen Hao wanted to turn around, but she suddenly felt severe dizziness and fell down.

Qi Shuo stepped forward and opened his arms to catch the girl who fell from the wall.

The enlarged handsome face and the physical contact made Wen Hao's mind confused and he blurted out: "No!"

Qi Shuo's eyes were full of shock.

"You...can speak?"

Wen Hao's eyes suddenly widened, and he covered his mouth with his hands: "I——"

Just one word and tears started pouring out.

A cry of surprise rang out: "Prince!"

Qi Shuo's expression changed slightly. He gently pushed the crying girl who was covering her mouth to the side and jumped up.

The servant Changshun came running over, his face full of panic: "Sir, are you okay?"

"Don't yell." Qi Shuo scolded softly and stretched out his hand to Wen Hao who was sitting on the ground, "Second Miss Wen, I'll take you upstairs."

It was spring, and the boy's hands were slender, white, and as transparent as jade.

Wen Hao stared at the hand, still recovering from the huge shock, and could only mutter two words: "Not right..."

There was confusion in Qi Shuo's eyes, but he still stretched out his hand patiently.

"That's not Wen, okay?"

A woman's voice made everyone at the wall turn their heads.

Not far away, several girls in gorgeous attire walked towards this side with different expressions.

"Brother, what's going on?" The yellow-shirted girl in the lead shifted her gaze between Qi Shuo and Wen Hao, her pretty face unable to conceal shock.

The one who spoke was Qi Qiong, the young princess of Prince Jing's Mansion, Qi Shuo's younger sister.

"Is there any need to ask? It must be Wen Hao who was peeping at the prince!" The girl who spoke first stood next to Qi Qiong, looking down at Wen Hao who was sitting on the ground.

Wen Hao looked at her with a blank expression.

A look of contempt, a look of disdain, and a brightly colored pomegranate skirt.

Was this a dream? She actually dreamed of the scene from more than three years ago.

Not long after my mother finished mourning, it was Princess Jing's birthday. She originally wanted to take her and her elder sister to Prince Jing's Mansion to celebrate, but in the end she only took her elder sister.

My father said that she couldn't speak, so why bring her out and let people look down on her?

The mother was unhappy about this and started arguing with her father. She held her mother and signaled that she didn't want to go.

However, what is the difference between not being able to go and not wanting to go?

When her grandfather was alive, he tried every possible way to coax her out of the house because he felt sorry for her because she couldn't speak and was afraid that she would be shy to see people.

She thought of her deceased grandfather and returned to the general's mansion alone.

The General's Mansion was separated from Prince Jing's Mansion by a wall, and she had unknowingly walked there and, for some unknown reason, climbed up the wall. Unexpectedly, Prince Jing was standing on the other side of the wall and was caught red-handed.

Perhaps she was too frightened, or perhaps it was just bad luck, she suddenly felt dizzy and fell off the wall.

And then——

Wen Hao looked at Qi Shuo and his eyes changed.

Then there was a difference.

At that time, Prince Jing pretended not to see her fall to the ground and walked away.

She knew some martial arts, so it would have been easy for her to climb over the wall and get back, but she twisted her ankle. This delay allowed her to be seen by the young princess and others who were strolling there.

Tang Wei, the second daughter of the Wuning Marquis's Mansion, made a lot of sarcastic remarks, and soon the news of the second daughter Wen climbing over the wall spread.

But now, Prince Jing reached out to catch her and planned to help her climb up the wall.

Was she dreaming that Prince Jing was helpful?

Wen Hao scanned the faces one by one, a wry smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

This dream is even worse than the one three years ago.

At that time, because Prince Jing had passed away first, she was only known for her unruly behavior. But now she fell directly on Prince Jing...

"It's like this—" A low, mellow voice reached Wen Hao's ears. "Just now, I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my chest, and Changshun was not around, so I shouted for help. Miss Wen was kind-hearted and heard the cry for help..."

Qi Shuo's explanation made the young princess Qi Qiong look better. She looked at Wen Hao intently and said, "Second Miss Wen, is that so?"

Wen Hao looked at Qi Shuo deeply and nodded slightly.

Qi Qiong's expression relaxed slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a "yes".

This "yes" was like a thunderclap falling into everyone's ears.

"You, you can actually speak!" Tang Wei pointed at Wen Hao, her voice becoming shrill in extreme shock.

The young princess Qi Qiong couldn't help but take a step closer: "Second Miss Wen, you——"

The General's Mansion is Wen Hao's maternal grandfather's home. Wen Hao grew up here most of the time and has known Qi Qiong since childhood.

"Little sister, let's send Miss Wen back first."

Qi Qiong realized that it was inappropriate to surround them like this and gestured to the maid.

The maid stepped forward to help Wen Hao.

The piercing pain made Wen Hao's legs go limp and cold sweat broke out.

She stared down at the goose yellow embroidered shoes, her brows furrowed.

If you twist your ankle in a dream, can you feel this much pain?

But if it wasn't a dream, why could she speak?

"Miss Wen Er, are you okay?" Qi Qiong asked.

Wen Hao looked at her, then at Qi Shuo, put his hand in his mouth and bit it hard.

Blood seeped from the white back of the hand and stained the red lips.

Exclamations rang out one after another.

Tang Weiru was like seeing a ghost: "Wen Hao, are you crazy?"

Under all kinds of gazes, Wen Hao raised her sleeves, covered her face and cried.

She is crazy.

It turns out this wasn't a dream.

"Second sister, are you okay?" Wen Chan hurried over after receiving the message sent by the young princess Qi Qiong.

Through tearful eyes, Wen Hao tried hard to see that face clearly and threw himself into Wen Chan's arms.

"Sister, I can speak now..." Wen Hao made up a most suitable excuse and burst into tears.

She is still alive, and her sister is also alive.

She still had time to stop those tragedies.

"Second sister, you can speak now? That's great, that's great..." Wen Chan was incoherent, immersed in surprise.

Qi Qiong coughed lightly, interrupting the warmth between the sisters: "Miss Wen, Miss Wen has twisted her foot, take her back as soon as possible."

Wen Chan wiped her tears and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I will take my second sister back now. Thank you, Princess——"

She paused, regaining her composure, "Why is my second sister with the princess?"

Qi Qiong glanced at his brother with a strange look and told him the reason Qi Shuo gave.

Qi Shuo clasped his fists towards Sister Wen and said, "It's my fault that I have caused trouble for Second Miss Wen."

"Your Highness is too polite. No one would remain indifferent when hearing someone cry for help." Wen Chan suppressed her surprise and doubt and accepted the reason. She and the maid she brought with her supported Wen Hao on both sides and left.

"Hmph, I don't believe it—" Tang Wei swallowed the rest of her words as Qi Shuo's cold gaze swept over her.

Wen Hao looked back, his gaze lingering on Qi Shuo's face for a moment, then turned his head away.

Since it was not a dream, but a return to more than three years ago, why did Prince Jing's reaction differ?