Murong Kui shook her head with a mocking expression: "I didn't expect you to be so deeply in love that you couldn't forget him even when you were unconscious."
She seemed to recognize me, while I was shocked and incredulous: "You, how come you look exactly like me?"
"Are you Okra or Murong Kui?" I asked, because I was now confused and didn't know who was who.
Is there really another okra and Murong Kui in this world, or...?
Murong Kui rested her chin on her hand, and used her slender, delicate fingers to lift my head with a fan, forcing me to look at her.
"You really don't know who I am?"
"Have we met before?" I asked.
She shook her head, looking as if she were regretful: "It seems you really don't recognize me."
"Would you like me to help you remember?"
Seeing my longing gaze, she seemed pleased. After taking a sip of tea, she said, "We've known each other for a long time and are very good friends. I am Okra, and I share a deep connection with the Prince of Anyang, but you have stolen my love away!"
“Tell us your name is Murong Kui, a princess of a fallen kingdom. The Prince of Anyang took pity on you and took you in to live in the Prince of Anyang’s mansion.”
"But you are not grateful at all, and you have secretly used your methods to put the Prince of Anyang in all sorts of crises."
"I don't believe it!" I interrupted her like a madman.
Because I didn't experience any of what she described in myself.
"You're lying, I'm the okra."
The blood on her forehead flowed into her eyes, blurring her vision, but I could still clearly see her mocking and cold gaze.
Suddenly, she seemed like a different person. She knelt before me, her slender fingers cupping my face, and asked, "Why did you harm the prince? He was so good to you."
“I didn’t hurt him, he definitely didn’t die!” I firmly believed in my heart that he didn’t die, and that the person in the fire was someone else.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, what came into view behind me was Princess Ling Shuang, whose eyes were swollen from crying like walnuts.
Seeing me, he suddenly lunged at me and roughly dragged me to the corner of the wall: "Why did you do that?"
"Give me back Sixth Brother?"
"Tell me Ye Lisheng he's not dead, right?" At this moment, the person I trust the most is his sister, Princess Ling Shuang.
Because Ye Lisheng told me that Ling Shuang was there for him during his most difficult and disheartening time.
They never abandoned him, bringing him hope and warmth.
"Thanks to you, your fire burned Sixth Brother to ashes."
"Give me back my Sixth Brother!"
Murong Kui pretended to cry and advised, "Ling Shuang, don't do this. If you cry yourself sick, your sixth brother will worry."
Ling Shuang looked at me and almost uttered each word clearly: "Murong Kui, you have let down Sixth Brother and the Prince of Anyang's Mansion."
The farce ended there, and peace returned to the prison.
A thick layer of wax had accumulated on the candlestick not far away, and the flame was getting smaller and smaller.
I lay helplessly on the cold floor, a few rats brazenly squatting at my feet in the corner.
I used to be most afraid of rats, but now I don't even have the strength to scream.
My back was burning with pain; I knew without a doubt that it was covered in sores.
Only the cold floor could bring me a brief moment of clarity.
Tears streamed down my face and onto the ground. Looking at the flames, I felt as if I could see the raging fire.
He muttered, "Ye Lisheng, you're not dead, are you?"
The wound on my forehead had dried blood without any treatment, and it stuck to my eyelashes. It took a lot of effort to wash my eyes away from it.
"Ye Lisheng, I miss you."
The spot where I was hit hurt terribly, and it felt like something was about to jump out.
"You were born at night, so your mother named you Ye Lisheng?"
"I command you to replace Murong Kui!"
"Replace? How could that be? She and I are completely different people!"
"I will have the matron teach you to be familiar with her habits!"
"I am naturally dull-witted, Your Highness should find another job!"
"What, you intend to disobey my orders?" A sudden gust of cold wind swept by, and a hint of danger flashed in Ye Lisheng's eyes.
She immediately backed down: "It's no big deal! Since it's the prince's order, Qiu Kui will definitely carry it out properly, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Her cheeks flushed from the smell of alcohol, her mind drifting: "You big bad guy, Ye Lisheng, you always have such a long face and you bully me!"
"It seems you need a good beating. I'll have Granny Du teach you some manners another day!"
"I'll cling to you every day!" she said, pulling him into a tight hug, clearly feeling Ye Lisheng stiffen.
"Get down here!"
"I won't give in, I'll teach you a lesson for bullying me every day!"
"Ling Ran!"
Hearing his roar, Ling Ran on the roof trembled all over: "Eighth Prince, the Prince is calling me!"
Ye Xuanling said with a grin, "Let's wait and see!"
"What a waste! A man's face is smoother than mine!" she said, giving it a couple of pats.
Having lived this long and never been taken advantage of before, Ye Lisheng was momentarily at a loss for words.
As if by magic, I found myself inexplicably drawn to his thin lips and kissed them—cold, soft.
"They kissed! They kissed!"
Ye Xuanling on the rooftop was even happier than the person involved, dancing and gesturing wildly.
The images in my mind flashed by quickly, like an old movie, and then the scene shifted to that day.
"Look at this!" I said, tugging at a piece of bright yellow cloth. Perhaps anticipating this scene, I had come prepared beforehand.
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