I don't remember having any enemies that would treat me this way.
With a loud "bang!", and with a hint of anxiety and recklessness, the door was pushed open.
Caught off guard, I quickly closed my eyes and lay down.
The violent movement caused the wound to throb with pain, like being pricked by needles.
I gritted my teeth and remained silent, cursing Ling Shuang in my heart.
Ling Shuang sighed with a worried expression and said, "Without you arguing with me, life feels a bit boring!"
"Although you are annoying and like to cling to Brother Ye, I swear that as long as you don't hurt Brother Ye, I will never go against you again!"
"Tsk tsk tsk! I couldn't be happier!" I thought to myself.
When will you get better?
"As expected, I conquered this little princess with my talent and beauty!"
He was secretly admiring himself, and a smug smile crept onto his lips.
Unexpectedly, Ling Shuang saw it, and how could the intelligent Ling Shuang not know?
A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he got up and left.
"Alas! If I stay here any longer, I fear this princess will be heartbroken and weep!"
Then came the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor.
The carved wooden door opened and closed like the cawing of crows in the dead of night.
I sat up with a sigh of relief, cursing under my breath, "It just couldn't have happened sooner!"
Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine, and I looked back in fear.
Ling Shuang looked at him with a wicked smile, her expression saying, "Got you?"
I held my breath and slowly lay down.
"Stop pretending, I saw everything!"
What do you want?
"Nothing much, I'm just curious why you pretended to be asleep when you were awake?"
"I like it, and that's none of your business!"
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell Brother Ye?" she threatened.
What do you want?
She smiled and moved closer to me, her almond-shaped eyes seeming to speak volumes.
"I know what you're trying to do. You just want to see how much you mean to Brother Ye!"
I laughed along, "This little girl knows quite a lot!"
She leaned close to my ear as she spoke...
The large bronze mirror reflected the girl's beautiful face.
The mirror was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it looked like it hadn't been used for a long time.
Murong Kui was dressed in all black, holding a damp handkerchief in her hand, and looked somewhat depressed.
Each time I wiped a spot, a dull ache ached in my heart, and memories of the past surfaced in my mind.
As the princess of Cangling, she had always been noble and showered with love and affection.
But little did I know that a battle would change my life.
"Your Majesty, are you really determined to go to war?"
His own mother pleaded, "The forces of Cangling and Lingqi are vastly different; it is not advisable to start a war now!"
But his father, Murong Tian, was a man eager for war, and he spent every day training his troops intensively for this very day.
He shook off his mother's hand, donned his armor, and resolutely rushed to the battlefield.
My mother, who had anticipated everything, hid me in a secret room.
"Kui'er, be good and don't make a sound. Wait for your brother to come back!"
"Mother, where are you going?"
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay here with Kui'er!"
At that time, Murong Kui couldn't understand why her mother, who was clearly smiling, had so many tears in her eyes, streaming down like beads from a broken string.
She also regretted not understanding anything back then, only watching with bewildered eyes as her mother wiped away her tears.
Screams, cries for help, and sounds of fighting flooded into Murong Kui's ears.
Her small, thin figure huddled in the corner, trembling.
Murong Tian, defeated and covered in wounds, ran into the room where he had hidden.
Through the crack in the door, she saw a young man standing before her father, holding a long sword; the cold, silver blade was stained with blood.
The boy watched coldly, his face expressionless.
With a swift motion, the knife plunged into Murong Tian's heart without the slightest hesitation.
Murong Kui tightly covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound.
His mother, heartbroken at the sight, picked up the sword from the ground and committed suicide, following Murong Tian in death.
After the boy left, a guard behind him entered, looked around, and then threw the candle onto the bed.
In an instant, the fire spread and raged.
Murong Kui opened the door to the secret chamber, her face covered in tears, looking utterly pitiful.
"Father, Mother!" she cried, shaking them violently, but no one answered.
Soon the fire grew larger and larger, and thick smoke billowed out, choking her and causing her to cough incessantly.
The raging fire was like a devouring demon; my clothes and face were burned with a searing pain, like my heart being ripped out.
Her desperate cries pierced the sky, sounding heartbreaking in the silent night.
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