4 The Third Prince (1/2)
Taking a small sip from a delicate cup, Yun Da Xia unabashedly appraised the handsome young man sitting opposite her while worry stirred her head.
Her dreams that night had been plagued by the scent of blood and the pain of a thousand bolts striking one's body. She found herself more awake than asleep, causing her to look like a panda when the sun rose to paint the sky orange. The madame of the manor had seemingly stationed outside her rooms, rushing in the moment her feet left the bed to vehemently fuss.
Though Yun Da Xia still maintained misgivings; her stomach had long become satisfied with the current circumstances, being stuffed with light cakes and premium tea. Shen Huiqing accompanied her daughter, telling stories of years prior. The hopeful glint in her eyes slowly dimmed whenever the young girl could only give a half-hearted smile and nod along to her accounts. Madame Yun may have come to a resolution the night prior, but she would like to dream.
Yun Da Xia wished she could give some kind of compromise regarding her personality, but the original soul of this body, she could not reconcile with.
The Young Miss Yun was a noble lady that exuded class from her core. Her grace painted her upbringing, her talents in the scholarly arts unparalleled. Emotions rarely adorned her face, allowing her to be worthy of the title 'Ice Goddess.'
She, on the other hand, had never been the kind of person who could employ a state of aloofness and refinement.
Though being crippled by memory loss was a somewhat substantial excuse to hide behind, wariness still stuck by her. The family she gained would not hold suspicion towards her, but what of someone looking from the outside?
Head traumas should allow for great shifts in disposition, right? Her acting was already subpar; how could she constantly pretend to be detached!
Especially in front of a certain ex-fiancé; faced with her current predicament, Yun Da Xia could only awkwardly smile. Setting her tea down, she cleared her throat. ”Your Highness, the matter of you visiting today, this miss is curious as to how I can be of service?”
She mentally gave herself a pat on the back, pleased that her speech was quickly adjusting to the older time period. Perhaps her aptitude for theatrics was slowly rising?
His Highness, Tian Chan Ge, hummed in acknowledgment. His slender fingers lightly tapped the sides of the precious cutlery on the table, brows lightly creased. Looking at her peerless face, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary at all. However, a feeling in his gut hinted that something was fundamentally odd.
”Miss Yun, this Prince's main purpose for coming here is to check on your health. The rumors concerning your illness painted it to seem as if you were about to readily stroll around the gardens of the underworld.” His line of thinking was the same as a large majority of people. This Yun Da Xia had attempted to commit suicide because the marriage contract she had been promised since young had easily become null and void. Hysterics hit her and she soon fled out into a stormy night.
Thus getting hit by lightning.
Looking at her, it didn't seem like she had suffered from such an incident at all.
The girl in question let out a tinkling laugh, brightening her face. ”Your Highness, please do not bother with this lowly one. This miss is only experiencing difficulty in remembering the past. Overall, the body is not harmed. You do not need to concern yourself with such a matter.”
When the steward came to announce the prince's arrival, she had seen a quick change flash on her new mother's face. A sense of aversion tinted her view of the prince. Though the words exchanged were nothing but polite, there was definitely a hint of ridicule in Tian Chan Ge's eyes.
She did not need a man who disliked her in this life or a loveless marriage for that matter; so she had truly meant her last words.
The prince frowned, ”Difficulty in remembering the past? To what extent?”