Chapter 103 I suspect that I am the only one who is like myself.
Xiao Lang...who made her call him like that?
This name, like a poisonous hook, made him feel itchy even though he knew it was inappropriate, and in an instant he had some erotic thoughts.
Prince Jin took Congying's hand and brought her closer.
The two of them, one sitting and the other standing, lowered their heads and looked at each other, their knees touching. Even in such an intimate posture, she was not as alert and repulsive as before. She kept saying that she did not want to let Sanlang down. Instead, she was as gentle as a stream of water. As he fiddled with her, she approached and looked at him quietly with her eyelashes drooping, without any tension.
It seemed like he was willing to do whatever he wanted.
King Jin pondered silently for a moment and had some guesses in his mind about what had happened. Although it did not make sense from common sense, it could explain her change in attitude.
Perhaps he dreamed that he was in Xizhou, in a miserable state and seriously injured. It was not just a dream. He and Xie Xuanlan were both seriously injured. Due to some chance, they temporarily exchanged souls. It was he who woke up in Xizhou, and it was Xie Xuanlan who woke up in Prince Jin's Mansion.
Prince Jin asked her, "Did he... bully you after I woke up last time?"
The tooth marks on the wrist are still there, the answer is self-evident.
He asked again, "What did you say to me then?"
It actually made Xie San so cruel, biting his skin and bones, with a hint of despair and cruelty.
Cong Ying patiently repeated to him, "I'm willing to accept your Highness's affection. From now on, no matter how your Highness treats me, I will not refuse."
Such a light-hearted sentence is like a spring branch brushing against the water, creating ripples in people's hearts.
I see……
Prince Jin tightened his grip on Congying's hand slightly, and at that moment he really wanted to hold her in his arms.
But he knew in his heart that the happier he was to hear such words, the sadder Xie Xuanlan would be. No wonder he lost his mind and turned into a mad dog that bites people.
How unfortunate it was that he heard it... Prince Jin sighed softly.
The King of Jin put himself in Xie Xuanlan's shoes and wondered what he would say or ask at that time: "If you say that, what about Xie San? Don't you want him anymore?"
Cong Ying had become somewhat numb from his questioning, and she calmly replied, "At least the most important thing right now is His Highness... Your Highness, are you satisfied with what I said?"
Prince Jin pondered her words carefully.
Did she say the same thing in front of Xie Xuanlan?
I felt a mixture of emotions.
When Xie San was down and out, she pitied him, and when she was pitiful, she favored herself. It was like holding a bowl of water carefully, not daring to tilt it, for fear of spilling it and wasting other people's affection.
For her, this might be the most win-win solution she could think of.
However, this method would not only cause her great suffering, but if there were another soul exchange and Xie Xuanlan took over his body, the love she showed for herself would make Xie San extremely angry.
It turns out that when things get desperate, Xie San will hurt Ah Ying...
This bastard.
Prince Jin stroked the teeth marks on her wrist, his brows gradually furrowed.
He said to Cong Ying, "Don't treat me like this anymore. I cut my wrists, and you left teeth marks. We are even now. From now on, when you see me, just treat me as an ordinary acquaintance. Don't say these insincere words and torture yourself to get close to me."
After all, it would not be good for her if she happened to run into Xie San.
Cong Ying looked at him: "What's going on? Your Highness's thoughts are really hard to guess."
Prince Jin curled his lips slightly and said, "If it's hard to guess, don't guess. Just do as I say."
Congying remained noncommittal. She was still observing and considering whether he was just speaking in anger.
The servants set out a light meal of porridge and vegetables in the hall, and taking advantage of this rare leisure time, the King of Jin invited her to have dinner together.
The two men sat opposite each other, eating slowly and without saying a word. Cong Ying had a poor appetite and only ate a little with Prince Jin, his eyes occasionally falling on him to sizing him up.
I was just trying to guess his mood, but as I watched, I noticed something strange.
When the King of Jin drank the porridge, he first picked up the chopped green onions in the porridge with chopsticks and ate them all, and then scooped the porridge with a spoon and drank it, slowly and elegantly.
Such a unique habit is very rare among ordinary people, but Ying also knows another one——
She remembered that Sanlang drank porridge in the same way.
At that time, she asked Saburo the reason, and his answer left a deep impression on her.
As if by some strange coincidence, Cong Ying also asked Prince Jin, "Your Highness, do you drink your porridge like this because you don't like the taste of chopped green onions?"
The King of Jin replied, "Chopped green onions are fresh but overbearing. Eating them first and then drinking the porridge will allow the chopped green onions to gradually fade as you drink the porridge. After you finish the porridge, it won't affect the taste of other dishes."
Cong Ying was stunned for a moment.
Sanlang answered her in the same way at that time, almost word for word.
Under what circumstances would one person's living habits be so similar to another's? Even if they were intentionally imitating someone, it probably wouldn't go to this extent, right?
A strange thought suddenly popped up in Ying's mind: Maybe only she could be exactly like herself.
She recalled the clues she had observed before, such as the similar handwriting and living arrangements of the two people. When she was not conscious, she would suddenly have the illusion that she could not tell who was who.
But how could this be possible? There were so many differences between the two. Sanlang was the fire of spring blossoms about to ignite, while His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin was the pure and silent snow. In some ways they were similar, yet in others they were completely different.
What is going on?
Seeing her holding her chopsticks in a daze, the King of Jin asked her, "Why aren't you eating? Don't you have an appetite?"
After that, he changed his serving chopsticks and picked up a rose gold pastry for her: "Try this, it has a strong floral fragrance but is not too sweet."
As if he knew for sure that she would like it.
I took a bite from Firefly and really liked it.
Even Saburo himself didn't know her taste so well... How could there be someone in this world who knew both Saburo and her so well?
Cong Ying was a little confused.
"What's wrong? What's on your mind?" King Jin asked her.
Cong Ying lowered her eyelashes slightly. "Princess Chun'an came today and asked me when I could go to the Imperial Ceremony Hall to be the Chief Ceremony Officer."
"How did you answer her?"
"I said wait until His Royal Highness Prince Jin wakes up and his condition stabilizes."
"Yeah." King Jin nodded and said nothing more.
After finishing his porridge and rinsing his mouth with strong tea, the Prince of Jin walked to the window and saw the autumn rain falling outside, gently wetting the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard. He stood there for a long moment, his hands behind his back, staring intently, his mind wandering to nowhere. The mist dampened his brow and eyelashes, giving him a gentle, clear look, like sparse flowers reflected in water, a deep and tranquil charm.
He suddenly turned around and his eyes met with Cong Ying who was looking at him silently.
He said, "Stay with me for a while. When the rain stops, you can go tomorrow."
This was so clean and neat, and it felt so absurd that it was completely different from the person who had restrained her, pestered her, and wanted to bite through her wrist bone before.
Ying couldn't figure out what she had done to annoy him.
…But it’s okay this way.
She suppressed the slight sense of loss in her heart and persuaded herself: His ability to think it through and his willingness to let go might be the most appropriate solution for the three of them.
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Meanwhile, in Xizhou.
Xie Xuanlan struggled to wake up from the suffocating feeling of drowning, only to find himself in a dilapidated temple. Wind and snow blew in through the window gaps. Someone had made a simple charcoal brazier out of an old helmet and placed it next to him.
He stood up, holding his heavy forehead, feeling confused.
Where is this?
Could it be that he was discovered to be a fake and was thrown out of Prince Jin's Mansion?
Where is Ying?
There were footsteps pushing the door open. Xie Xuanlan looked up and saw that the person coming was Xuan Zhiyuan.
Xuan Zhiyuan... Could this be Xizhou?
Xie Xuanlan reached out his hand to his abdomen and felt a thick bandage. He felt a chill in his abdomen due to the serious injury.
"Thank God you finally woke up. It was not easy to save your life." Xuan Zhiyuan rushed forward.
Xie Xuanlan said to him in a hoarse voice: "Give me a mirror..."
Where could one find a mirror in this desolate wilderness? Fortunately, Xuan Zhiyuan remembered that Xie Xuanlan had carried half an old bronze mirror with him, so he retrieved it and handed it to him. Xie Xuanlan wiped the mirror clean, raised it, and saw his own face. Although it looked pale and disheveled from his injuries, it was his own face after all, not that of the Prince of Jin, who stumbled every time he walked.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt puzzled. How did he go from being the Prince of Jin to being Xie Xuanlan? Or was it that all the absurd things he had seen before were just a dream?
Xuan Zhiyuan told him what happened after he was seriously injured and fell into a coma.
After Xie Xuanlan was ambushed by Xu Dezheng, Xuan Zhiyuan fought hard to break out of the encirclement, then returned to the mass grave and took his body.
At that time, everyone thought that Xie Xuanlan was dead. Xuan Zhiyuan wanted to bury him properly, so he dragged his body to this dilapidated temple. Then, the pursuers sent by Wang Zhaoshen came and rescued them when the situation was critical.
"She is a graceful and elegant nun. Not only is she a master of martial arts, she is also a skilled doctor. She healed the knife wound on your abdomen and my leg."
Xie Xuanlan raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "It's the Master of the Crimson Cloud Crown, where is she?"
"She's gone. I can't keep her." Xuan Zhiyuan said, "But she left a message for you."
"What?"
"Evil is caused by love, so you'd better take care of yourself." Xie Xuanlan sneered.
Take care of yourself, take care of yourself... This sentence should be used to persuade King Jin and Jiang Congying, instead of being used to discipline him. He is the innocent person who was fooled by them.
He asked Xuan Zhiyuan: "What are your plans after becoming Commander Xuan?"
Xuan Zhiyuan said, "Wang Zhaoshen wanted to kill me but didn't. He's afraid his plan will be exposed, so he'll be searching for us while preparing for the worst. Perhaps if his plan is exposed, he'll open the gates to the enemy and lead his troops in rebellion. I need to find a way to return to Yunjing, meet His Majesty, and report the situation. Would you like to come with me?"
Xie Xuanlan said: "No, I will stay in Xizhou."
"You're all alone, what can you do?"
Xie Xuanlan's eyes flashed coldly: "Once, twice... It seems that he will not be honest unless I kill Wang Zhaoshen with my own hands."
He had a vague idea of a crazy and whimsical plan in his mind. Every step was as dangerous as a knife edge. Any mistake would lead to eternal damnation and even a catastrophe, but he still made up his mind.
He said to Xuan Zhiyuan, "Although Wang Zhaoshen temporarily controls the Xizhou military, I know you have some trusted confidants within. You must leave a letter that will convince them to trust me and obey my orders."
"Also...if you return to Yunjing safely, please help me check on someone."
"who?"
"Prince Jin."
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