It's pitiful, ridiculous and lamentable.
He Qing felt that she was perhaps the most unlucky princess in history, a disgrace to all her colleagues. She had been born in obscurity and died in humiliation.
These fragments of memories flashed through his mind quickly, and then quickly faded away. He Qing traveled a long distance in the darkness, and gradually developed some obsessions that came from nowhere. These obsessions rose and fell in his mind, converging into thin thoughts.
Hate it? Yes, I do.
Resentment? Of course.
Want to... live?
I want to live!
Although this life is sad and ridiculous, He Qing finds that he still craves the air he can breathe freely and this world.
As soon as this thought entered his mind, a tiny starlight suddenly lit up on the once endlessly dark road. It was only a tiny dot at first, but it grew brighter and larger, eventually wiping out all the darkness and illuminating everything with its radiant light.
He Qing was bathed in this glory and was involuntarily drawn into the source of the light.
A suffocating pain swept through his body, and his body was so heavy that he couldn't move. He Qing struggled hard, and it took an unknown amount of time before he finally opened his eyes.
At that moment, fresh air filled her nose and mouth, and the breeze carried the delicate scent of tuberose, refreshing her heart. The joy of "I'm alive again" filled her every limb, making her feel excited.
But soon, He Qing realized something was wrong.
Her body... still seemed out of her control. She was like another soul hidden within her body, clearly aware of her body's existence but unable to control it.
But in this situation, her body moved on its own. She not only turned her head left and right to look, but even sat up.
After all, she was a person who had died once. After a slight pause, He Qing realized that there seemed to be another "person" in her body, and the other person could control this body.
Perhaps out of natural timidity, or perhaps out of caution, He Qing hid himself in this corner, not taking any action, ready to see who this person was. Sure enough, after looking around, the other party was confused for a moment, and then began to talk to himself.
"What the hell is this place? Have I traveled through time?" The "person" examined his hands, feet, and body, then touched his face and hair. In a voice that was both incredible and inexplicably excited, he said, "It looks like this body is in good condition."
Although He Qing was not favored, she was still a princess. She had not received any material favoritism, but she had not been treated harshly either. After all, she had all the royal dignity and the princess's share. Therefore, this house, with its carved beams and painted rafters, silk and satin, and gold and jade decorations, looked very impressive.
The man got off the bed with satisfaction, turned around, and then couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Why is there no mirror in this room?"
Of course, there was a mirror, inside the dressing box. Made of precious fragrant wood, it was carved with red lacquer and adorned with hibiscus flowers. Only the front was embellished with gold and jade, creating a pattern of auspicious clouds and eight treasures. A clever little mechanism on the side of the box revealed a mirror beneath the lid. The box was divided into four compartments, with three small drawers on the side for rouge, powder, and various jewelry. It was folded away when not in use, so it was naturally lost.
Although this person is a wandering ghost who has no idea where he came from, he is quite knowledgeable.
For some reason, this realization made He Qing feel a little relieved. This person had taken over her body, and if He Qing wanted to survive, she had to take it back. If the other person was too powerful, she might have retreated. But now, she could tell from their rudeness and disrespect from their actions, and she felt less afraid.
I want my body back, she thought.
He Qing didn't know what to do, so he had to desperately think of the words "leave my body", and then used a stupid method, concentrating his energy on trying to mobilize his fingers and start the attack from this subtle point.
And this method was actually effective. Slowly, He Qing felt that he had entered a very mysterious state and controlled his fingers to move slightly.
The joy of success made her relax for a moment, and then she sank into the helpless situation again.
But this time, He Qing was no longer discouraged, but tried again from the beginning.
Fingers, palms, arms... However, at this time, the other party also recovered from the shock, realized that her body was not under her control, and began to fight for control. He Qing felt as if a heavy invisible pressure rushed over, suppressing her and making her unable to move.
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