Before Alaire could finish speaking, he saw Claire looking distressed as she went to help the girl lying on the ground.

He cautioned, "Brother, Cynthia hasn't woken up yet. She's still that crazy woman. Be careful, in case she wakes up and lies to you again."

Craig looked at the injury on her head, his gaze finally settling on her face covered in handprints. His voice deepened, "You hit me?"

"Yeah, she almost killed me just now, I was so angry, so..."

"go out!"

Hearing Corde's suddenly cold voice, Alaire felt a little wronged.

"Brother, I didn't mean to."

Kled closed his eyes briefly, and said with a hint of helplessness, "It was Cynthia who woke up just now."

With just one sentence, the grievance on Alaire's face completely disappeared.

He realized that just now, he had hit Cynthia with the chair...?

It's over, it's all over.

If that guy finds out, he'll definitely hate him to death.

"Brother, please don't tell me it was me. Just pretend I've never been here before."

He ran away in a flash.

Clair tenderly stroked the girl's swollen face. He took out a pill made with his blood and gave it to her, and the bleeding from her head slowly stopped.

"Cynthia, Cynthia?"

Nan Zhi groggily opened her eyes. Looking at Craig in front of her, she realized she was still alive. She excitedly threw herself into his arms, "Thank goodness, we're finally back."

Craig gently patted her shoulder. "Yes, we'll never be apart."

Nanzhi nestled in his arms, happily breathing in his scent, but then she caught a whiff of blood.

She remembered something, and her eyes cleared up considerably.

"When I opened my eyes just now, I think I saw Allair trying to smash me to death with a chair."

Craig completely forgot his brother's instructions. He stroked Nanzhi's face and said, "I can testify that it was indeed him, but he only mistook you for Lislet."

“He can’t be this heartless, even though I share a body with Lislett.” Nan Zhi was furious. “I’ve already told him I’m Cynthia, but he still doesn’t believe me.”

She looked at Clare with a wronged expression, "Do you know how much it hurt when he hit me just now?"

"Clark, is my head splitting open?"

"Oh no, my face is a little swollen. Did he slap me?"

Looking at her, Corleone felt sorry for her, but Alaire was his brother, and he couldn't very well kill him.

"I'll help you think of a way. How about you get your revenge on him?"

Nanzhi finally cheered up: "Okay."

"However, the prerequisite is that you need to recover from your injury first."

Kled's blood has healing properties, but not very quickly. Nan Zhi's wounds had long since stopped hurting, and there was no scar on her head.

Lislett's soul was pushed out by her, and she didn't know where she had slipped away to.

However, she can't worry about Lislet for the time being.

She was going to find Alaire and smash his head in.

She couldn't find him anywhere in the castle.

However, Corled soon summoned Allell back in his name.

Poor Alaire, unaware that she had fallen into her own brother's trap, walked up to Corlad excitedly and asked, "Brother, doesn't Cynthia suspect me?"

Looking at his happy expression, Corled said calmly, "No."

Alaire asked, puzzled, "Ah, then why did you call me back?"

Craig didn't explain, and the next moment, Alaire heard a familiar voice.

"Of course it's for me."

Oops.

Alaire turned around and saw a mischievous smiling face.

“…Cynthia?”

Nanzhi gestured with her chin at him, "Is my head easy to hit?"

Ariel started to back down: "I really didn't mean it, I thought you were that woman..."

“I don’t care,” Nanzhi interrupted him. “You must convene a meeting now, face all the nobles, and apologize to me.”

"That simple?" Alaire exclaimed in surprise.

“Of course not,” Nan Zhi sneered. “The way to apologize is by pole dancing.”

Allel's eyes widened, and after realizing what was happening, she was the first to disagree.

It would be better to let a noble marquis like him do pole dancing than to have him die.

"Brother, please do something about Cynthia..."

Craig, looking henpecked, said, "Listen to her."

And Alaire, who always only listens to her brother: ...

He listens to Claire, and Claire listens to Cynthia, so doesn't that mean he has to listen to Cynthia indirectly?

Alaire gritted his teeth frantically, and finally agreed through gritted teeth.

Aleier convened an emergency meeting, which the nobles assumed was something serious.

Who would have thought that their esteemed Marquis would have steel pipes brought in and then hang himself on them... to dance?!

The nobles: |???| were so shocked their eyes almost popped out.

But after the initial shock, I actually think it looks pretty good.

After Aleil's humiliating performance ended, Nanzhi was the first to applaud, and the nobles followed with thunderous applause.

As Alair's most loyal follower, Logar, who had already been punished for misunderstanding, started flattering him inappropriately again.

"Your Excellency the Marquis danced so well; both your form and your movements were absolutely perfect..."

Allair's face turned green. "You danced well, didn't you? From today onwards, you'll practice dancing every day."

Logar: (=°Д°=) Did he misunderstand again?

"And all of you who are clapping, join in and learn too, come and dance in front of me tomorrow."

This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!