Alternate Personality
Time flew by and it was already mid-month.
On the fifteenth, Bai Qiuru received a message from Tingming.
"Tonight is a special night, so young lady, please don't go near the Yizhu Building on the south side unless you have to."
Bai Qiuru nodded solemnly, recalling the scene she had witnessed on the fifteenth of last month.
only--
She hesitated for a moment before asking, "That Qingque girl..."
"Don't worry, Miss Qingque lives in the north and won't be coming here unless something unexpected happens."
Bai Qiuru felt a little relieved.
"Please give my regards to His Highness."
Tingming nodded, watched the girl's slender figure, and turned to leave.
He sighed softly. What a lovely girl, it's a pity that his master doesn't even dare to get close to her because of that damned dissociative identity disorder.
He vaguely felt that the master still had special feelings for this Miss Bai.
The young lady learned of the master's secret, and not only was she not silenced, but the master also personally admitted that she was his beloved during the sky lantern ceremony.
He had been by his master's side for over ten years and had never encountered anything like this before.
Now they're even sending him to tell people not to go near Yizhulou. Tsk, isn't that just blatant concern?
It seems his master has developed worldly desires.
evening.
Qingque changed into a plain dress and passed by Wanqiu Residence carrying a food box.
Bai Qiuru paused in closing the window, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
Where is she going?
Before the bamboo grove, Qingque said indignantly, "I'm just here to deliver some snacks to His Highness. Why won't you let me in?"
The guard's face was icy, and his voice was cold and hard: "His Highness's order is that no one is allowed to enter."
"I don't care, I am a concubine personally appointed by the King, and I have the King's token!" She held up a dark gold token in her hand.
Upon seeing this item, the guards' expressions changed.
She actually has the king's token!
The guards hesitated for a moment, then slowly made way.
Qingque walked in triumphantly.
Yizhulou.
The three-story attic was completely empty, with no one in sight.
Qingque carried the food box up the stairs, when a cold shout came from inside: "Get out!"
She was startled, and then felt that something was wrong.
His Highness Prince Qi is usually mild-mannered and never speaks harshly, but this person's tone is so impolite that it doesn't sound like Prince Qi at all.
Her expression was suspicious, and her tone tentative: "Your Highness Prince Qi, is that you?"
Inside the room, Yuan Zhen lowered his eyes, looking at the person who was holding him tightly, his emotions unreadable.
"Aren't you afraid of me? I almost killed you last time."
Bai Qiuru hugged his waist, disregarding the impropriety of the situation, "I'm doing this for Your Highness's own good. If you go out, people will find out your secret, and all your previous efforts will be in vain."
Yuan Zhen laughed arrogantly: "That's the idea of that good-for-nothing. If it were me, I wouldn't cower like a turtle."
Bai Qiuru retorted, "Your Highness is not a coward. The situation in the Silver Tenon Tribe is complex, and a single move can have far-reaching consequences. Your Highness is only considering the overall situation."
Yuan Zhen's eyes darkened. Although the handsome face was the same, the person in front of him was completely different from before.
He exuded a sinister and icy aura, as if he had finally returned from a thousand years of immersion in a dark prison, his eyes filled with endless resentment and hatred, making them cruel and cold.
He grabbed Bai Qiuru's chin, his movements unrestrained and disregarding etiquette: "Speaking up for him like this, do you like him?"
Bai Qiuru felt that this personality was really inexplicable: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Isn't that right? You saw me last time and you're still alive and well, and now you even have the chance to appear here." Yuan Zhen thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh, I understand, it's because he likes you, right?"
Bai Qiuru turned her gaze away: "That's not true."
He grabbed her chin and forcefully turned her face towards him: "Look closely, you're not bad looking. Since my stupid brother can't enjoy this, I'll take his place."
The distance closed in an instant, and Bai Qiuru could even see her own dazed face reflected in his eyes.
He pinched her chin and kissed her, the force so strong it hurt her a little. This personality was like a tyrannical ruler who was self-centered, completely different from the gentle and refined Yuan Qi she knew before.
But they happened to look exactly alike. When that elegant, jade-like man pressed down on the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
There was a knock at the door. It was Qingque; she hadn't left yet.
"Your Highness?" Qingque hesitated for a moment, but still gently pushed open the door.
There was someone inside. The white-clad figure pulled the petite girl into his arms, revealing only half of her flushed face and earlobe. She impatiently tugged at the fabric of the white-clad figure's back, leaving marks on the clothes.
Hearing the door open, the man paused slightly, then his hoarse voice rang out: "Get out!"
Qingque slammed the door shut, then belatedly realized she was a little embarrassed.
I never imagined that His Highness Prince Qi, so gentle and refined, would have such a sensual moment.
It seems that he and that girl Bai were indeed in love.
Finding nothing suspicious, Qingque carried the food box back the way she came.
The person left, but the man in front of her still hadn't let go of her. Bai Qiuru grabbed his clothes and pulled him in the opposite direction: "...Let...let go of me."
Yuan Zhen looked up and wiped the water droplets from her lips with his thumb: "Your reaction is so slow, is this your first time kissing?"
Bai Qiuru's head was spinning, and when she heard such a ridiculous remark, she was so angry that she slapped his hand.
"Shameless!"
"You hit me quite easily, this is the second time already," Yuan Zhen said, looking at the red marks gradually spreading on the back of his hand.
"Then kill me!" Bai Qiu said, throwing caution to the wind.
"I can't bear to do that." Yuan Zhen looked at the person in front of him frantically wiping their mouth, and his mood inexplicably improved.
The bloodthirsty killing intent and lust for slaughter within him seemed to gradually disappear; she seemed to be his cure.
Yuan Zhen's gaze seemed thoughtful.
The moon hangs high in the sky, and starlight twinkles beside it.
Candles were lit inside, casting an orange-yellow glow in the room.
"How long are you going to hold my hand like this?" Bai Qiuru shook her hand, which was being held by that long, slender, and beautiful hand.
Although his hands were beautiful, what did it mean to hold her so tightly for several hours?
This isn't how you act like a hooligan.
I never expected that Yuan Qi, who seemed so serious on the surface, would have such a twisted and excessive alternate personality!
Yuan Zhen slowly shook their clasped hands: "I've discovered that being in contact with you seems to suppress my murderous urges."
Bai Qiuru asked in surprise, "Why?"
She never thought she was anything special.
“I don’t know,” Yuan Zhen said lazily, resting his chin on his other hand. “Maybe it’s because I like you, so I’m happy when I’m with you and don’t want to kill anyone.”
Bai Qiuru didn't believe a single word of it.
"Little Qiu'er, what kind of look is that? I'm telling the truth." He seemed to be in a good mood, his lazy demeanor like that of a gentle and beautiful cat.
But Bai Qiuru knew that this person was clearly a dangerous spotted tiger.
"When can you turn back?" Bai Qiuru asked.
Yuan Zhen narrowed his eyes, his expression dangerous: "You want to see him that much?"
What are you talking about? Bai Qiuru didn't want to talk to him anymore.
She shouldn't have bothered with his nonsense; it would have been better if his dissociative identity disorder had been discovered.
Prince Yuanzhen was very dissatisfied with not getting a reply. Unlike the reserved and courteous Yuanqi, he was never good at enduring things.
So he swung his long arm and pulled the person into his arms.
He pressed her, asking, "Between him and me, who do you really like?"
Bai Qiuru: "..."
What kind of question is this? Aren't they the same person?
Besides, why should she have to choose?
"Speak quickly." Yuan Zhen's sinister voice rang in her ear, implying that he would bite her earlobe if she didn't speak.
Bai Qiuru pushed his face away: "I don't like anyone!"
I thought he would continue to lash out, but to my surprise, he calmed down.
"In that case, let's compete fairly."
He spoke seriously, but his expression was childish, like a child snatching a toy. Although he was full of confidence and determined to win, it always made people laugh.
"You can only appear one day a month, how can you compete with His Highness Yuanqi?" she asked.
Yuan Zhen froze, his long eyelashes trembled, and his expression turned somber: "I forgot, I only have one day left."
Bai Qiuru found it somewhat amusing, but he hooked her little finger around his finger and said, "Then, you only need to set aside one day a month to like me."
"OK?"
His expression was like that of a child yearning for affection; his little finger was hooked, and her heart seemed to be hooked as well, feeling a ticklish sensation.
For a fleeting moment, she was touched by him, but only for a fleeting instant.
Mu Chengwen leaned against a tree and closed his eyes to rest. There were just too many things going on and on lately.
Only a quiet, high place can calm her down.
A small pebble hit the tree trunk with a "plop," but Mu Chengwen ignored it.
The next moment, I was hit in the calf. It didn't hurt, but it was infuriating.
Which son of a bitch?!
Mu Chengwen poked her head out, her expression fierce, and met Kesh's smiling and waving hand at her from under the tree.
"Wenwen!"
Mu Chengwen got angry when he saw him: "Wenwen, is that how you address me?"
"Get out of here before I lose my temper!"
"Are you still angry? I've already apologized to you."
"How could I dare to be angry with His Highness?"
Kesh chuckled and sighed, then leaped onto a tree branch. In a flash, Mu Chengwen's eyes were blurred, and that annoying face was right in front of him.
Kesh stood with his feet on different tree branches, his hands on the trunk, and looked down at Mu Chengwen.
"Wenwen, I really didn't mean to hide my identity from you. Think about it, didn't I tell you from the beginning? You just didn't believe me."
"And what about the lounge incident? Do you know how much my brother nagged me about it?"
"Wasn't that to save your princess? The situation was urgent, and there was no better way."
Mu Chengwen knew she was in the wrong, but she was still angry. She had finally made a friend, only to find out that the other person's identity was fake and that they might even be connected to the mastermind Qinghe had mentioned.
Thinking of this, she had a sudden change of heart and asked the question bluntly.
"How do you know that Qinghe... our princess was in trouble that day, and how coincidentally you appeared there? Do you know who wanted to harm them?"
Kesh's smile faded, and his brown eyes held a serious expression.
"Wenwen, things behind this aren't as simple as you think. Promise me you won't get involved anymore, it's very dangerous."
Mu Chengwen's anger dissipated considerably after being soothed by his gentle and solemn tone.
"Whether you're in danger or not is my own business, what does it have to do with you?" She felt inexplicably unsure and dared not look him in the eye.
Kesh gently took her hand and said, "Of course it has something to do with me."
"Because I'll worry about you."
The setting sun shone through the leaves, casting its light on their faces, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and grass.
Mu Chengwen blinked slightly. What... did he mean by that?
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