Chapter 84: Cinderella Saves the Prince...
The new king arrived soon. Not fully recovered, he could not stand for long and was still in a wheelchair, pushed in by two beautiful noble ladies.
Even without Luo An saying it, I knew they were candidates for the new king's mistresses. I'd seen them in the files specifically for the supervisor.
The new king's fiancée is the eldest daughter of the most famous family in the kingdom. This eldest daughter is frail and has been bedridden for many years, remaining unmarried until now, when she marries the king.
The new king has two mistresses, both from prominent families: one is the illegitimate daughter of a general, and the other is the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy tycoon.
It can be said that it has wiped out all the powerful and wealthy institutions in the country.
The new king in his wheelchair smiled warmly.
A person like him wouldn't care about adding flowers to brocade, and offering charcoal in the snow would most likely not bring any reward.
He will only pay attention to those who are beneficial to him.
“Sister, I heard that you saved him,” Luo An said, watching the two mistresses push the wheelchair onto the throne. “I thought you would also become a woman by the new king’s side.”
"Luo An, you're overthinking it," I said in a low voice.
Cinderella's story is written like this, but mine isn't. I've seen him at his most wretched, most pathetic, and ugliest. I took care of his excrement and piss, and cleaned his skeletal body. He wished I were dead so that his shameful past wouldn't be exposed.
I couldn't possibly fall in love with a paralyzed man. I was exhausted every day, just wanting to escape as soon as possible; how could I possibly talk about feelings?
The luncheon officially began, and it was a lively and cheerful affair, filled with laughter and music, as if the palace turmoil had never happened.
I stood silently with Roan and the maids in the right corner of the throne. This was the custom of the kingdom; all the servants in the palace were required to attend the celebration banquet for the new king's ascension to the throne.
"Hey, who's this?" A slightly exaggerated laugh came from behind, followed by the sound of a wheelchair being pushed around, and a shrewd and cunning gaze fell on me.
I was slightly startled; it was Princess Marcy. She was still completely limp in her wheelchair, her head tilted to the side, but her spirits were clearly a hundred times better.
She wore heavy makeup, jewelry, and a priceless dress.
The elves are wealthy. This is the first time I've ever seen a dress with real gold, silver, and gemstones sewn into its pleats. The deep blue gown is like a vast universe, studded with countless gemstones, and is breathtakingly beautiful.
I couldn't help but stare at it for a while, just like the other maids.
But her voice drew my attention back.
"Come here, let me talk to you," she said to me with a giggle.
I quickly knelt down beside her. She chuckled and whispered, "I originally wanted you to be my brother's mistress, after all, you've done such a great service, but my brother doesn't agree, and there's nothing I can do. How about this, if he agrees in the future, I will definitely support you."
I was somewhat flattered. This old princess was more grateful than the new king? And her familiarity with me was like that of an old acquaintance, even though I had never spoken a word to her before.
—The difference in status is too great, how could she possibly speak to me?
After saying this, she was pushed by her maid to the throne to converse with the new king and other dignitaries.
Late at night, in the cramped single room, I couldn't sleep. I sat at my desk organizing a list of items needed for the new king's wedding. After finishing most of it, I still couldn't sleep, but I didn't want to continue. So I put on my black coat and quietly left the single room.
Dawn was approaching, and a faint white light appeared on the horizon. I slowly walked down the magnificent corridor, and as I passed the corner, I couldn't help but look up at the palace in the southeast corner. It was where the old princess and the new king had been imprisoned for twelve years, and where I had also been imprisoned for several months. Now it was sealed off. The gate was desolate and deserted.
Thinking about what had happened in the past few months, I couldn't help but walk over and look at the red seal on the mahogany door, feeling a bit sentimental.
So much has happened in the past few months, it's been like a rollercoaster ride, the shocks came fast and the fall was fast too, so much so that when it finally landed smoothly on track, I hadn't even come to my senses yet.
"You think this is the end? It's far from over." A strange, deep, magnetic male voice suddenly came from behind me. I was startled and quickly turned around.
A sudden jolt.
There was no one around, but I saw a tall, muscular black wolf staring at me menacingly, its green eyes gleaming, as if it were about to pounce and devour me at any moment.
Is it talking to me?
I was so scared that I stood there for a long time, too terrified to move.
I was also afraid it would suddenly pounce on me; I was terrified.
This time, the danger is far greater than the previous times.
As dawn broke, I returned to my small room, still drenched in cold sweat. A tall maid stood in the doorway and said, "Miss Lana, it's almost time for your report." I nodded, and she continued, "I saw you were terrified just now. Was it because of that wolf? The king's close confidants are always followed by a wolf whenever they leave this palace; it's been like this all along."
"Thank you, I understand."
At seven in the morning, after the important ministers had finished their reports in the palace, I and several chief stewards and other stewards filed in and went forward to report. I didn't pay attention to what the chief stewards and other stewards were saying; my legs were still trembling, and I was still afraid.
When it was my turn to step forward, I managed to regain my composure and read the wedding banquet item list fluently, briefly summarizing the approximate specifications of each item and how much it would cost.
After I finished reporting and was about to leave, the new king, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly asked me, "I heard you were frightened this morning by my wolf?"
He knew everything about me.
After a brief moment of shock, I quickly recovered. "Yes, but once I realized it wouldn't hurt me, I wasn't so scared anymore."
“It won’t attack you randomly,” he said, his golden eyes shining like golden diamonds in the sunlight, so bright that it was hard to look directly at them, “unless you want to do something bad.”
His gaze and words seemed to strike straight to my heart.
"Yes." I didn't dare to look up, but bowed slightly, appearing docile.
As I walked out of the new king's council hall, several chief stewards and stewards looked at me with ambiguous eyes. "The new king doesn't easily gossip with others," "Perhaps she will become his new lover," whispers kept drifting into my ears. I wanted to shout that they had misunderstood, that the new king was worried that I would do something outrageous, and that was why he was subtly warning me.
At midnight, I was suddenly led to the old princess's room by several tall and strong maids. I was just about to go to sleep when they pushed the door open, said "Princess Marcy wants to see you," and dragged me away without saying a word.
Fifteen minutes later, I was carried to the old princess's spacious and magnificent room. The old princess was slumped in a wheelchair, her head tilted to the side, her eyes half-open and half-closed.
I was forced down onto a soft chair by the several burly maids. The head maid produced a gleaming dagger and, with lightning speed, slashed my wrist, causing blood to gush out. I screamed.
A maid quickly covered my mouth, "What are you yelling about? It's just a small cut."
I was unable to move or cry out. I stared wide-eyed in terror as my blood dripped into a tall glass.
Half a cup was quickly filled and respectfully served to the old princess.
The old princess was fed and drank it all in one gulp.
I was finally released and collapsed onto the soft chair, panting. The maid who had covered my mouth sprinkled some medicine powder on my wound and tightly bound it with a piece of gauze, which stopped the bleeding.
The maid complained as she tied the knot, "Don't shout so loudly if there's nothing wrong. Don't frighten the princess."
In fact, the old princess wasn't afraid at all. She looked at me with a smile, relaxed and lazy, and with a lot of curiosity and excitement.
I was still in shock and managed to sit up straight in the soft chair.
The old princess had her blood-stained lips wiped clean by the maids, and she smiled, saying, "I just wanted to see if your blood could make me better."
Her golden eyes gleamed with an eerie, smiling light.
"My brother is really something, he didn't even leave me any of the fairy grass roots, just a little bit would be better than this," she said.
“Yes,” I said, panting, “why didn’t he leave you any?”
"You should have reminded him then," she complained, then yawned. "Go back to sleep, I'm tired too."
Like a lost soul, I returned to the small private room, collapsed onto the bed, and lay there with my eyes wide open until dawn.
From then on, every few days I would be taken to the old princess's room and have my wrists cut. My initial panic turned into blank numbness. I would stiffly extend my wrists, blankly allowing them to draw blood, and numbly watch the old princess happily drink it down.
The scars on my wrists are increasing, densely intertwined, with old wounds not yet healed and new ones appearing.
The new king should know about this, but he either turns a blind eye or wants to see if my blood will be of any use.
If my blood could restore the old princess to health or youth and beauty, he and his sister might fight over me and devour me.
Cinderella saved the prince, but instead of a love story, a horror story unfolded.
I began to live in constant fear, terrified that one day I would truly become someone else's meal.
If I were Cinderella, and if I had a story, it should be called "Cinderella's Horror Adventure".
Half a month has passed, and fortunately, the old princess's paralysis has not improved, nor has she shown any signs of rejuvenation; my blood has been of no use to her.
I thought about fighting back, but I'm just a weak woman with low intelligence and no superpowers, so how easy would it be?
Although I have superpowers, they can't help me and have even aroused the greed of others.
"Luo An, I need your help." That day, I rolled up my sleeve to show Luo An the numerous scars on it.
"Sister, what happened to your hands?" Luo An had come to deliver a fruit basket, and he quickly placed the basket on the table, his voice trembling slightly.
I lowered my sleeves and briefly explained what had happened.
Luo An looked on in astonishment. "You mean, you have supernatural abilities, and Princess Marcy has taken a liking to you, so she wants to drink your blood to cure her hemiplegia?"
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