"It's okay. If you tell me, I might consider forgiving your rudeness."
Ophelia looked straight into Xu Xianxian's eyes.
"So, it's possible not to forgive?"
Xu Xianxian's eyes moved and she asked back subconsciously.
Her Royal Highness the Princess smiled and said nothing about this question.
Xu Xianxian curled her lips, but still explained with a stiff upper lip: "In my dream, Her Royal Highness the Princess is my sister..."
This is actually not a dream, but a fact, but it is a fact that happened two hundred and seventy years later.
"younger sister...?"
Ophelia's snow-white pupils shrank slightly, and her eyes reflected the appearance of the little elf, as deep as a bottomless lake.
"Yes..." Xu Xianxian looked at the man's dazed expression, thinking he was shocked by her bold words. After all, in this monarchical empire, a knight daring to call Her Royal Highness the Princess his sister was simply impatient with life. She hurriedly explained, "But in my dream, we didn't live in the Fairy Empire, but somewhere else, even another world. Your Highness wasn't a princess there, and I wasn't a knight. We lived together in a very ordinary family."
"Of course, this is just a dream."
At the end, Xu Xianxian added the most crucial sentence.
She had no idea of Ophelia's background, nor did she know whether all members of the royal family were moody. What if she angered them and was dragged out and beheaded?
There are so many powerful people in the palace that it would be difficult to escape.
"No... I don't think this is just a dream." Ophelia stretched out her hand, and the dragon bone staff appeared out of thin air, emitting a brilliant light. "I sense some kind of prophetic power from it."
(Happy Children's Day everyone! In the new month, I'm rolling around on the ground begging for things. This newbie is eagerly looking at you.)
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