She thought the other party would be annoyed, but when she looked up, she was met with a pair of eyes that looked a little lazy.

Xiao Qingyun seemed to be looking at her with great interest, with a smile on his face: "Okay."

Lingzhi rolled her eyes at him resentfully. "Laugh, laugh! Laugh happily today, but tomorrow I'll ask you to make a list. Humph..."

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

Under his sarcastic gaze, Lingzhi simply bowed and left the room angrily.

Just wait, I will kick you out of the house sooner or later!

What she didn't know was that as soon as she walked out the door, a figure jumped into the house through the window.

"I'm late."

Xiao Qingyun frowned and watched Lingzhi's back disappear, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Qiye, is there really someone in this world who looks so similar to you?" His voice was light, but with a hint of hope.

When he first woke up and saw that familiar face, he thought he was dreaming again or having hysterics.

Qiye also looked at Lingzhi's back as he walked away.

Feeling the prince's deep longing for the princess, he couldn't help feeling sad.

But he still frowned and said, "Your Majesty, don't be deceived. The princess... is already dead!"

Xiao Qingyun's body shook violently, and his whole heart was trembling.

Yes, Ali is dead...

He still remembered the raging fire that day, the flames sweeping across the sky, and the overwhelming heat.

When he thought about it now, he could almost hear the sound of the beams breaking.

At this moment, my heart felt like it was being gripped and I could hardly breathe.

His fingers suddenly clenched, his eyes reddened, and he choked with sobs with every word he spoke:

"A-Li, I'm sorry..."