However, she smiled bitterly, took a sip of wine, leaned against a big tree, and told her story with this sickly prince.
She was originally a trained assassin for a dark organization, often assigned to perform shady missions.
Her first assassination mission was to assassinate Prince Shila.
But when she sneaked into his study in the middle of the night and pointed her sword at the sickly prince with his deep eyes, who faced death without fear and remained calm while holding a book as if he were innocent of the world, she was inexplicably moved by pity.
After she absentmindedly put down the long sword in her hand, the prince did not alert any of the guards.
Otherwise, if she were captured alive, as a professional assassin, her final fate would be to bite through the deadly poison in her mouth and commit suicide.
But the mission failed, and upon returning to the organization, the scar on his face was the consequence of punishment.
They went to investigate and learn about this kind-hearted, yet isolated and helpless prince who was bullied by those villains and was out of step with the world.
She was completely bewitched, unable to sleep day and night, tossing and turning, her mind filled with images of that naive and innocent prince.
When the organization sent assassins again, she did something crazy: she secretly rescued the prince from the group of peerless masters.
From then on, she left the organization and secretly hid in the shadows to help the prince fight off countless assassins.
He was seriously injured and fell into a coma after taking an arrow for him.
Only then did the prince discover her existence.
From then on, she became his legitimate personal bodyguard.
"I know that my status and his are forever impossible, but I have never hoped for anything. It would be enough for me to stay by his side for the rest of my life."
As Qingyan spoke, her eyes were fixed on the bright moon in the night sky, but she was full of smiles.
Then he became sentimental and continued, "Now he needs to marry Princess Xiangyun to complete his great cause, and they will be married soon..."
The princess disliked me, a woman, serving as her bodyguard, so the prince removed me from my position as his personal guard, relegating me to other daily tasks.
I gazed at her forlorn and sorrowful face through my drunken eyes: "Does he know your feelings?"
"Maybe he knows... but it doesn't matter anymore... but he probably doesn't care about me! He's never shown any feelings for her." Qingyan shrugged, pretending to be indifferent.
After saying that, he grabbed the wine jar and gulped it down his throat.
"Coward! You're such a coward! You've done so much for him, yet you haven't even confessed your feelings! You just handed over a beautiful cabbage to someone else!" I mocked her, my voice tinged with alcohol.
"What else do you want me to do? Confess my feelings to him? Ask him to give up his family and his great career for me? Let's not even talk about whether he would agree or not, I would never agree."
Does liking someone have to have a result? No! Just being able to see them is enough!
As she was talking, she became so drunk that she lost consciousness. Just as she was about to fall heavily to the ground, a pair of large hands supported her shoulders and steadied her.
It was Prince Nashi who knelt before her.
Actually, I had sensed his presence long ago, and when he approached, I pretended to be drunk and unconscious.
The prince raised his hand and gently brushed away the stray hairs by her ear, revealing the hideous scar.
He frowned and lifted her face with his large hand, his eyes filled with tenderness as he gently stroked the scar on her face with his fingertips.
After a long while, he picked Qingyan up and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, exposing my lie: "Miss Ahua, stop pretending. You can go back by yourself!"
I opened my eyes, leaned against the tree trunk, swayed as I stood up, and chuckled, "Heh, Your Highness is quite quick-witted. You must also know about Qingyan's feelings for you!"
As the girl's only family member, Ahua wanted to seek justice for Qingyan.
"Since Your Highness intends to marry your princess, isn't it ironic that you're now acting so affectionately towards Qingyan?"
Great undertakings are certainly important, but you only realize how insignificant a cold, impersonal undertaking is compared to a flesh-and-blood person with emotions when you lose it.
"When I was seriously ill and near death, how could I dare to hope for love? Now, my royal family is suppressed at every turn, and the people of my kingdom are living in dire straits, in turmoil and misery. Personal feelings are no longer just a matter for me..."
In my daze, I saw tears quietly sliding down Qingyan's cheeks... This girl was actually pretending to be drunk too.
I clicked my tongue and waved my hand: "Whatever...whatever..."
Yes, at least you can still see each other.
I looked up at the bright moon in the sky, my eyes filled with sorrow.
But I can only gaze at the moon and daydream to myself.
He could only hug the wine jar and drown his sorrows in alcohol.
But the person you want to see cannot be seen.
"Can you stop spinning around like that?!" I growled at the dark figure.
From the moment I asked him his name, Ranmo has never had a moment of peace.
It kept muttering to itself and floating around me in circles.
Qingyan and the prince couldn't see his presence.
But I can't.
The shaking made my irritable temper flare up again.
He grabbed a torch and chased after Ranmo, threatening to burn him to death.
The ink stains were chased and scattered everywhere by me.
"Young lady, don't get agitated or angry. You'll die if you burn me!" Ranmo finally seemed to sober up and tried to persuade me.
Let's die together!
My heart was filled with unbearable depression and grief, and this was the only way I could vent my emotions.
I held the torch high, venting my emotions like a madman.
I could even hear the guards standing not far away talking amongst themselves, pointing at me as if I were a lunatic, holding a torch and shouting into the air.
But I didn't hear a word of what they were saying.
Finally, he lost his footing and fell to the ground with a thud, too exhausted to get up.
I could vaguely hear Ranmo Piao, that dark figure, looking smug and gloating, saying in my ear, "Get up! Get up! Get up! Can't you get up now?"
If I hadn't been drunk and my eyes weren't so heavy that I couldn't open them, I definitely would have burned this deadbeat to a crisp.
When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.
Everyone was busy taking care of the disaster victims who had fallen ill here.
But then I suddenly thought of Mr. Yuan and the others, and I don't know what happened to them.
I heard that the area is already a disaster zone, and all the people there have been infected with the disease.
The only solution the prince and his men took was to isolate the town and deliver medicine and food to the people at set times.
They all stopped me from going in.
But they couldn't change my mind.
With nothing to do, I decided to go and take a look at the Longevity Pharmacy.
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