Chapter 230
Not long after the two left, Lingwu felt an aura descend upon her.
She pretended not to notice and got up. Just as she was about to approach the aura, she heard a man's low, husky, and indifferent voice:
"Celestia".
It turns out it was Landric, but I don't know which Landric it was.
Lingwu ignored him, picked up her skirt, turned around and left.
Landric, who remained where he was, frowned slightly and strode forward to catch up with Ling Wu.
But whenever he got closer, the girl would quicken her pace as she lifted her skirt and walked away.
Seeing this, Landric stopped in his tracks. "Celestia, are you avoiding me?"
Upon hearing this, the girl in the agate-red princess dress stiffened for a moment on her beautiful back.
She turned around, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, but said nothing more. She simply lifted her skirt and curtsied with a sorrowful look in her eyes, "Brother."
The girl was like a peony blooming in the rain; even though she was wet, she still stood proudly with her own unique beauty.
Landric then stepped forward, wanting to help her up himself, but the girl was unusually resistant to his approach today.
Before he could get close, she took a few steps back to avoid him.
"Celestia, what happened?" Landric's eyes were clear, but his voice carried a barely perceptible hint of doubt.
Hearing his question, the girl concealed the sorrow that had been hanging her head, and when she looked up again, only indifference remained. "It's good that you've forgotten, Brother Wang."
After Lingwu finished speaking, she said to him with her usual sweet and gentle smile, "Then let's pretend that thing never happened, Brother Wang..."
She looked up and met Landric's gaze, and said firmly, "My brother can only be Awu's brother, and will always only be Awu's... brother."
The girl's voice was exactly the same as usual, but Landric noticed that she emphasized the word "brother" when she spoke.
After the girl finished speaking, she turned and left.
Landric remained where he was, his eyes deep as he watched Ling Wu's departing figure, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
This unease is intense.
It was so intense that he wanted to reach out and grab her.
Tell her that the person she dislikes is not him.
But he couldn't.
Feng Xiaobei could only stand there and watch her figure slowly disappear.
"It can only be my brother..." he murmured, a sense of resistance to those words lingering in his heart.
It was only then that he realized why Feng Jing wanted him to go online now and take over Landric's identity.
But what exactly did Feng Jing do to make A Wu hate him so much?
Thinking of this, Feng Xiaobei lightly tapped the air with his fingertip, and a series of data slid across his eyes. With another tap of his finger, the data froze.
A new image appeared before his eyes.
—A beautiful and innocent girl was forced to retreat to the window, but the tall and handsome man continued to press closer.
The moment he saw the man's golden hair intertwined with the girl's dark hair, Feng Xiaobei's indifference vanished.
Fortunately, the girl in the video spoke up at the last minute and stopped the man from getting closer.
Even after the man left, Feng Xiaobei did not turn off the screen.
He saw it; the lone girl kept her eyes down, staring at her palm.
Tears soaked her gorgeous dress, but she showed no sign of stopping until her eyes reddened, at which point she looked up with bitterness and helplessness in her eyes.
The final scene shows her raising her hand to try and catch the sunlight, and as the last tear falls like a pearl from the corner of her eye, the screen is completely shut off.
Feng Xiaobei did not continue reading.
The image of a helpless girl crying lingered in my mind for a long time.
Along with this came his clenched hands and the rising anger in his chest.
He recalled A-Wu's astute observation last night about the difference between Landric during the day and at night, and also thought of Feng Jing's actions during the day.
This is combined with Feng Jing's actions of letting him enter Landric's body during the day.
"Heh." The man sneered, his already cold aura after leaving Ling Wu growing even colder.
Then we'll see if his Ah Wu can recognize the difference between him and her.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince." The young man's clear and assertive voice came from behind.
Wen Xing waited a long time for the Crown Prince's response before finally saying, "Your Highness."
Coming to her senses, Feng Xiaobei glanced at him coldly, then turned and left without paying him any attention.
Wen Xing could only frantically pull up the information he had collected about the Crown Prince, and only after confirming that the system had identified him did he furrow his brow.
What's going on?
Why does it not match the information?
——
"Because of my dereliction of duty last night, I have been promoted to Your Highness's knight to protect your safety." Wen Xing knelt on one knee before Ling Wu, holding a long sword, and reported loudly with a serious expression.
He only got up after receiving Ling Wu's approval.
The boy was dressed in a dark knight's outfit with black and red colors, the dark sleeves at his wrists were tightly bound, and his trouser legs were tucked into his boots.
Although he was young, he was not thin; his cool demeanor was tinged with a bright and flamboyant spirit.
He slowly raised his eyes, and when he saw Ling Wu, his eyes lit up with amazement.
A faint blush then appeared on his ears and cheeks. Considering his mission, he remained firm despite his embarrassment:
"From this day forward, Your Highness, I will be responsible for your safety!"
"What's your name?" Ling Wu's brows were still slightly furrowed.
She lifted her skirt and slowly approached Wen Xing, the girl's cool fragrance enveloping Wen Xing's nostrils.
He seems to be easily embarrassed, so much so that his entire neck is now red.
"My name is Wen Xing." The boy's clear and bright voice inexplicably brought joy to people's hearts.
But Lingwu simply lifted her skirt and walked past him, then picked a rose.
She stood beside Wen Xing, not looking at him, but carefully examining the pink and white roses in her hand that were spreading purple from the roots.
Do you know the meaning of roses?
Wen Xing never received any notification regarding the level of favorability, whether it was increasing or decreasing.
But since he has decided to adopt the persona of a "shy and innocent boy," he will not change it halfway through.
Wen Xing nodded, not daring to look at Ling Wu.
“In the East, it represents… holding hands and growing old together,” the young man replied, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.
"What about the purple rose?" Lingwu asked again.
Wen Xing was puzzled, but he immediately searched for the answer. The answer that came into view made his eyes look more complicated.
"Love imprisoned..."
Lingwu didn't ask him anything more. Only after the blush on his cheeks had faded considerably did she tuck the rose behind her ear and chuckle as she asked him:
Do I look good like this?
To find out if it looks good, you definitely have to take a look first.
Wen Xing glanced sideways to follow the girl's figure.
Behind the princess was a castle of confinement, and around her ears were delicate pink and white roses, but those roses were far less beautiful than the smile on her lips, as gentle as a spring breeze.
Without hesitation, he said, "Your Highness is very beautiful."
The warmth followed immediately after the words were spoken, emanating from her ears.
Lingwu took the rose and walked up to him.
The boy was much taller than the girl, yet he humbly bowed his head, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.
But Lingwu took his hand and placed the pink and white rose in his palm.
"My knight, do not disappoint me."
She seemed to be telling him to protect the rose, but Wen Xing clearly understood that she was referring to herself.
Like the dark purple roses that represent "imprisoned love" in the dead of night, she was imprisoned in the ancient castle.
"I swear by the great gods that I will never fail Your Highness's expectations."
The chivalric oath is always devout and powerful.
As soon as those words were spoken, an arrow pierced the void from afar, whistling towards Ling Wu!
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