Chapter 111 - The Royal Princess (17) (1/2)
Mu Huai took a deep breath, and after persuading himself with all kinds of psychological preparations within, he indifferently uttered, “I couldn’t even protect myself, Master, you’ve come to the wrong person.”
“King Huai, Your Highness, perhaps you’ve underestimated our Heavenly Temple.”
“…” Since you are that powerful… Why the hell come to me?! Are you nuts!
…
Lying in the bed, Ming Shu was counting numbers seriously: one roast whole lamb, two roast whole lamb, three… But suddenly a gloomy face appeared, breaking into her delicious illusions of food.
It was a bearded face. Eyes circled in blue-black and decorated with horrible streaks of blood within. It was like the face of a ghost.
Ming Shu stared into this pair of eyes, her own eyes equally widened.
MMP… She murmured inside, Are you trying to scare me to death and then inherit my snacks?
Come on! Isn’t it enough King Huai could get into this room? Now our Lord Male Protagonist came in so easily as well! Is it because he is the leading role, and any defense would be invalid against him?
Where’s the justice!
The Heavenly Temple is the safest place in the royal palace…
Lies!
Okay. Be cool.
Calm down, and…
Smile.
Wait… King Huai is not the male protagonist, why could he get in?
A BUG!
Ming Shu finally squeezed out a calm smile. “Hey, what festival is it today, my room seems so popular?”
Mu Ze bent over to gaze at Ming Shu, supporting himself with the bed’s edge. His cracked lips were slightly open, and several words came out bitterly: “Is it true… Shen Ci has gone?”
Ming Shu sat up swiftly and jumped to the ground from a gap between Me Ze and the bed. She put on her coat and answered, “I’ve told you clearly, Your Highness, Shen Ci has gone.”
Isn’t the reaction of the prince too lengthy?
Mu Ze clenched his fist, enduring the extreme agony. “But you are standing in front of me. You were lying, right?”
Ming Shu leaned against the bed. “I’m not Shen Ci. You know it, Your Highness. Why deceive yourself?”
She is not Little Ci.
She has the same appearance, voice, and breath as Little Ci, but the expression in her eyes and the way she speaks are totally different.
She is not Little Ci, not my Little Ci…
The past two days were like hell for Mu Ze. Countless scenes kept playing out in his head, setting off his nerves. At first, he was overwhelmed by the pain, then it was replaced by numbness. He disbelieved what Ming Shu told him at first, then persuaded himself to believe, but in the end, he denied all of it.
“Then who are you? Who are you?”
Why had his Little Ci gone away?
“Me? Well… I don’t know who I am either. Probably I’ve lost my memories.” Mu Shu began to talk willfully in an earnest tone. “Right. I must have lost my memories.”
However, as she was talking, all of a sudden Mu Ze flashed close to her and pinched her neck fiercely. “Who are you?! Tell me!”
” Cough cough cough , Your Highness, I may remind you that you are hurting the body of Shen Ci.” It was a little difficult for Ming Shu to speak, but no panic appeared on her face, which even showed an ambiguous smile.
Hearing this, Mu Ze suddenly loosened his hand as if he’d received an electric shock. The fair skin of Ming Shu’s slim neck turned red because of his fierce pinching. Mu Ze became very guilty, and he apologized in a trembling voice. “Little Ci, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it…”
“Your Highness, you have lost her.” Ming Shu touched her neck and took a few steps back.
“Please, let Little Ci come back. As long as you let her come back, I will do anything for you.” Mu Ze looked at Ming Shu with pleading eyes.
He was wrong. He shouldn’t have hidden his feelings from Little Ci. He always thought that one day he might have a chance to tell her openly, he always thought… Little Ci would wait for him.
He was so regretful.
After keeping silent for a while, Ming Shu shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t do that.”