Chapter 66【VIP】

Jian Yue was stunned: "Henry?"

Is it Kidd's spell?

The crisp sound of the iron lock falling to the ground alarmed the patrol in the corridor.

"Someone is in the prince's bedroom!"

Henry looked at her warily, but she had no time to explain. She could only say, "I'm here to rescue Your Highness, ordered by King Sinderel. Please leave with me immediately!"

Just as Jian Yue was about to help Henry up, she heard the heavy sound of armored boots stepping on the stone ground coming closer and closer - Kidd's law enforcement team rushed in with torches, and the armor shone coldly in the firelight.

"Catch them! Master Kidd must be alive!"

The rebel's steel knife cut through the air. Jian Yue subconsciously pushed Henry down, but her arm was cut by the blade.

Warm blood dripped onto the ground. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, but she was still unwilling to leave Henry. Her eyes kept flickering, looking for a breakthrough.

But it's too late.

The entrance had already been surrounded. The light of the torches reflected on Henry's pale face, and his pupils suddenly shrank - the leading guard wore a silver wolf badge on his left arm. He was once the most loyal knight under his command, but now he has become Kidd's minion.

"Good evening, His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince," the guard sneered, his steel knife pointed directly at Jian Yue. "And this 'fugitive who poisoned the Crown Prince', it's truly hard to find him!"

Jian Yue protected Henry behind her, holding the dagger across her chest: "Let him go, I'll go with you."

"Let him go?" the guard said, as if he had heard something funny. "Lord Kidd said he wants you to atone for your sins, and the former crown prince must witness the new king's ascension to the throne!" He waved his hand, "Take him away!"

The cold iron shackles locked Henry's wrists again, and this time, Jian Yue's hands were also tied behind her back.

The two were pushed through the corridors where flames shot up into the sky. The once magnificent palace was now a battlefield. The screams of maids, the curses of guards, and the crisp sound of broken porcelain intertwined into a sad song of troubled times.

They were thrown into the dungeon at the bottom of the palace.

The iron door clanged shut, and the smell of rust and mildew filled the air. Henry stumbled and slammed into the stone wall, his chain dragging on the ground with a harsh sound. Jian Yue saw his face clearly in the moonlight filtering through the iron window—the wound on his forehead was still bleeding, his lips were chapped, and those brown eyes that once reflected the stars were now as still and silent as dead water.

"I know you're here to kill me." He sat down with his back to her, his voice as soft as a sigh, "Now we're both lambs to be slaughtered."

Jian Yue didn't say anything, but just quietly rubbed against him and clumsily wiped the blood from his wrist with her hand that was tied behind her back.

Henry jerked his head away, his movements expressing undisguised resistance: "Don't touch me."

"You need to be bandaged."

"I don't need it." He curled up and buried his face in his knees. "I'm no longer a prince. No one will care if I die here."

The moonlight outside the iron window fell right on his trembling shoulders.

Jian Yue watched, thinking of their first meeting in the slave farm. At that time, she thought he was a cold-blooded crown prince. Now she realized that all the hardness was just his armor, and underneath was nothing but a numb heart that had been imprisoned and broken.

"Even if you're not a prince," she whispered, "it's good to be alive."

Jian Yue's hands were tied with hemp rope, which hurt her wrists and even rubbed her skin.

She tried to get closer again, but Henry raised his head, his eyes filled with emptiness, strangeness and numbness.

His long brown hair was covered in grass debris, and his profile looked exceptionally thin in the candlelight. There was no emotion in his brown pupils. "Who are you?"

Jian Yue's heart felt like it was pricked by a needle, and her expression was annoyed.

Again.

His memory was erased again. This time, Kidd's spell not only erased his memory, but also made his basic language ability dull.

The cell was very cold, and even when I was sleeping I would be woken up by the cold wind blowing through the room.

The night passed like this. The next morning, Jian Yue laboriously picked up the basin of water from the ground with both hands, wiped the edge of the bowl on her body, and held it in front of Henry: "Drink some water."

"Who are you?" The answer was still repetitive and mechanical.

"I'm Jian Yue, your partner." She tried to make her voice sound gentle. "Drink some water first."

Henry's Adam's apple moved. He stared at the murky water in the wooden bowl, then suddenly reached out and knocked the bowl over.

The water splashed onto the stone ground, creating tiny specks of mud. "Liar."

Jian Yue watched him shrink back into the straw pile and cover his face with his dirty sleeves.

For the next three days, Jian Yue would give Henry food and drink first every day, and the rest would be hers.

She tried to stimulate Henry's memory again, but all she got was Henry's painful whimper. For the sake of his health, she had to give up the idea of ​​stimulating his memory temporarily.

Henry hardly touched the food she gave him. He only took a small bite and then huddled in a corner, staring blankly at the moss on the stone wall with his empty eyes.

It was an exceptionally cold night, with water droplets seeping out of the damp moss. The torches outside the iron fence cast their shadows on the stone wall.

Faintly, she heard a faint murmur coming from next door, and the straw pile was shaking.

Jian Yue felt something was wrong, but she found that Henry was covered in cold sweat and his lips were pale.

Her fingertips touched his burning forehead—he had a fever.

"Water..." Henry suddenly grabbed her wrist with surprising strength. His brown pupils shone frighteningly bright in the dim light, as if he was looking through her at another person. "Don't leave me..."

"Okay, wait a minute, wait, I can only use my shoulders to support him against the stone wall, and then pick up the edge, "Come, drink some water."

This time, he did not resist and swallowed greedily.

Suddenly,

Jian Yue's heart skipped a beat: "You remember me?"

Henry's pupils quickly dilated. He felt weak all over and fell back into the straw, his breathing becoming even.

The calmness was short-lived, quickly replaced by anxiety and haste. He curled up in a corner, muttering over and over again: "Blood... So much blood..."

His painful expression made her understand Kidd's intentions - Kidd deliberately kept Henry in this semi-amnesiac state, so that he could retain the divine power of the royal bloodline while making him a puppet at the mercy of others. Her existence was just a tool to stimulate his emotional fluctuations.

On the fourth night, a torrential downpour arrived, and icy rain poured in through the cracks in the iron windows, soaking the only straw they had.

Henry's muffled cough came to her ears. Even though Jian Yue's teeth were chattering from the cold, she still struggled to push the straw towards Henry.

She couldn't sleep. All she could think about were the words Henry said when he was awake, and her heart felt like it was being clenched by a hand.

From the very beginning, she was not the savior of this world, but just a chess piece pushed by fate. But if even chess pieces give up the struggle, then what does Sinderel's sacrifice and Henry's pain mean?

This has always been a game of entertainment for those in power.

"Is it cold?"

Henry's voice suddenly rang out in the darkness. Jian Yue was stunned for a moment before realizing that it might be her own trembling that woke him up.

"It's not cold." Although she said that, she still couldn't help sneezing.

The next second, a bloody cloak suddenly fell on her shoulders - it was the black cloak that Henry had always worn outside, and the lining still retained his body temperature.

"Put it on." He turned his face away, his tone still stiff.

Jian Yue clutched the edge of her cloak; the fabric was rough but unusually warm.

She suddenly thought of the fawn in the woods, and the dirt and grass on Henry's fingertips as he clumsily bandaged its wound.

This man has never changed. Even if he has lost his memory or is imprisoned, the gentleness in his bones will still emerge from the cracks in his shell.

"Henry," she whispered his name, "Do you remember the fawn? The one we rescued together in the woods outside of town?"

Henry stiffened.

The moonlight happened to fall on his face, and Jian Yue saw his eyelashes trembling, as if something was about to break out from the depths of his memory. He opened his mouth, but only a muffled whimper came out. Then he suddenly hugged his head and curled up in pain. "Don't say anymore... My head hurts..."

"I'm sorry." Jian Yue stopped talking in a hurry and reached out to touch him, but he pushed her away harshly.

"Who are you! Why are you saying something I don't understand!" He growled, grabbing his hair tightly.

"I'm Jian Yue." She spoke slowly, "I'm the liar who tricked you into opening the secret code for money, the one who bandaged the fawn in the woods, the one who..."

Jian Yue's words came to an abrupt end.

Soon, she noticed that the other person's expression changed. He became panic-stricken, as if he was a complete stranger to her, and he just leaned back in shock.

This was a sign of his forgetfulness.

Her voice suddenly choked as she continued with the unspoken words.

"It's the one who wants you to change Furlan with kindness."

Henry stared at her with a stiff gaze.

In the corner of the dungeon, she tried her best to hold up her cloak to keep the rain away from them.

The sound of rain outside the iron bars gradually subsided, and a faint paleness appeared in the sky. Jian Yue's face looked exceptionally pale in the morning light, but her lips were as red as blood. Her eyes, always filled with stubbornness, were now filled with a sadness he couldn't fathom.

Something quietly melted in his heart.

His empty brain suddenly recalled a recurring dream - in the dream, there were a pair of purple eyes, warm hands gently stroking his hair, and someone whispering, but he could not see the face clearly, nor could he hear what was said.

His eyes moved and fell on her wrists, which were torn and purple from the hemp rope.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Jian Yue was stunned for a moment, then shook her head. Henry had already moved to her side, clumsily loosening the hemp rope around her wrist. His fingertips accidentally touched her skin, and they both drew back as if electrocuted. An awkward silence filled the air.

"No, I'm used to it." Jian Yue turned her head away with a red face, but felt his fingers covering her again. This time, his movements were so gentle as if he was touching a fragile treasure.

The eyes that looked at each other were no longer confused and dull.

"Did you remember something?" She grabbed his hand eagerly.

Henry's pupils contracted violently, as countless images exploded in his mind. The roses in the Earl's greenhouse, the moonlight in the woods, their reunion at the slave farm... and those purple eyes, all clearly reflected in his mind.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but suddenly started coughing violently, and even coughed up blood foam.

"Henry!" Jian Yue hurriedly supported him, but found that his body was terribly hot.

"Leave me alone..." He pushed her away and struggled to stand up, but fell heavily to the ground. "Kid's restriction... is about to take effect..."

Black curse lines appeared on his arms, spreading like vines towards his heart. She suddenly remembered the magic power in the cross, and hurriedly took out the silver cross from her bosom and pressed it on his curse line.

A holy light instantly illuminated the entire dungeon. Henry's screams echoed off the stone walls, and the black curse lines faded at a visible speed. Jian Yue held the cross tightly until the light faded, then collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.

Henry!

How's he?

She immediately stood up to check on Henry: "Henry! Henry!"

The guards came over after hearing the noise. She knew she didn't have much time left, so she could only shake Henry hard: "Henry!"

Just as the guards' footsteps were approaching, Henry opened his eyes.

He made no response to her call, merely staring at the moss on the stone wall. For the first time, a clear reflection appeared in his brown pupils—Jian Yue's dust-covered face, overlapping with his own impassive expression.

"Henry?"

The black-haired, purple-eyed girl called out to him hurriedly, looking frantically at the guard behind her, "Do you remember? Who am I?"

Henry was silent, his eyes fixed on her hands on his face.

He covered that hand and instantly restrained her:

"...I've caught you, the woman who plotted to poison me," he said. "Now, as the legitimate heir to the throne, I sentence you to death."

"Come with me to the execution ground, Jian Yue."