71 New Name. New Beginnings. (1/2)

WEI LI LAN

PRINCESS LE-ANNE

YIYUAN

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Hot.

Everything was hot.

The basking sunshine was in her bones, heat radiating outwards into the bright day. Le-anne felt like a brick that was being scorched red in the oven. Coughing and wheezing shook her aching body leaving a trail of sweat. She was burning; her cheeks flushed while the rest of her skin glistened a deeper shade of rufescent.

”Leave her to die under the sun, let's see if her dancing will save her.” One Lady of Art laughed.

They had taken good care of her on their journey to YiYuan but once out of the prying eyes of the Generals their true colors showed. The delinquent women dragged her out of bed, where she was admitted for treatment in one of YiYuan's exclusive chambers. Inconsiderate about her situation, they dumped her outside, on top of concrete that sorely impaled her body.

”Not even Grand Consort Shu will save her.” The other scorned.

”Quick, bring the bird soup for her.”

”Is our sick sister hungry?”

Through the haziness of her swollen eyes, Le-anne saw a girl standing above her.

”Forgive us Li Lian. These servants survive in the palace by following orders.”

Senior Lady of Art's orders, of course. The wicked woman did not learn anything from her cold slaps.

”Help her up so she can have her delicious lunch.”

Le-anne was harshly pulled up and a pair of hands girded her from falling. They forced her mouth to open by shoving the bowl of soup on her lips.

”Drink it, you wretched girl!” They press-ganged the soup into her mouth.

She choked and compulsively swallowed the soup to breathe. Tears started to trickle down her eyes as reflex and she painfully croaked on the soup that kept coming and coming. What made it better was that it tasted good. A sweet poison to her body.

Growing up, she had always been fed any food except anything that possessed wings. When she had rebelliously ignored this and had chicken for a meal, she suffered from a fever that night. Because Grand Consort Shu was not aware about this from the beginning, she fed her chicken soup when she was barely conscious. Ongoing fevers then delayed her healing process.

There are many things that Le-anne detested in her life. And being helpless and sick to defend herself was one of them. She'd rather have those vile women kill her instead.

”Someone is coming! Quick, let's go.” They dropped her and a sharp pain shot through her head when she hit the ground. The Ladies of Art scampered away, leaving her abandoned.

”Aaah!” She winced in pain and rolled around the ground. More tears smeared her cheeks. The past month had been a lot. Why was she here? And for what reason did she need to be empress? She was regretting her decisions, and contemplenting  a possible way out.

Le-anne heard heavy steps hurry towards her.

”Little Fox, what is the matter?” Big hands held her up and desperately shook her body. ”What did they do to you?”

Her slow fading heartbeat began to thud vigorously in her chest―a reaction she was not accustomed to. She started to feel deja vu wash her mind.

It had been years since someone saved her from anything. Le-anne was a person who survived by relying on herself and suddenly fate had someone that she should be contingent to.

”Grand General,” she muttered knowingly, the reminiscent tears dribbling. Her eyes opened to have a glimpse of him but she couldn't see in the mess she was in, which did not matter. She could recognise that voice from anyway, and the scent that teased her nostrils.

His body blocked the sun from tormenting her, a relief to her sweating self.

”Yes it's me,” he reassured her.

Though she already aware that it was him, she fisted a chunk of his robes. The familiarity that came with the fact that she kind of knew him, comforted her. She was a little bit safe in his presence.

A little bit.