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Ya Lanzhu stood up and leaned against the window, scooping up an ant in her palm. Seeing that it was anxiously darting in all directions, resembling how flustered she was when she chased after Zhan Beiye, she could not help but chuckle.

She said, ”The first time I met Meng Fuyao, she told me that the revolution is far from successful, and I have to work harder. Sigh, what an interesting sentence that was. I liked her the moment I heard that line.”

”At the inn in Huazhou, I was sleeping on her bed, but I somehow ended up on the outer room, and when I woke up, I realized that I was tightly wrapped inside my blanket. Usually, my blanket would end up on the floor, so I was curious about why that did not happen,” she added, and she turned towards Yun Hen. ”Come on, make a guess, how did the blanket not drop?”

After thinking for a few moments, Yun Hen asked, ”She covered it over you?”

Scrunching up her face, Ya Lanzhu replied, ”Even if I'm covered with the blanket I can still kick it away. It was because she used a chair to secure the corner of the blanket. At that time, I thought that she was pretty comical to care about whether the blanket dropped or not because even my mother did not bother about this. Sigh, how troublesome, no wonder I felt so warm.”

A faint smile appeared in Yun Hen's expression.

”Then, news of Zhangsun Wuji's death came.” Ya Lanzhu beamed at the ant and took a sniff of the mud on it. ”She was so silent that she scared me. As I squatted in front of her, I thought about what my reaction would be if I heard the news that Zhan Beiye died. I would definitely not be like her, who was obviously smiling but without a soul. I would have gone berserk, used a knife to kill people, and then committed suicide in front of Zhan Beiye's grave. But the way Meng Fuyao acted, was the first time that I felt like crying for someone else.”

Yun Hen's body swayed slightly, and he stayed silent as he pressed his hand against the window frame. Giggling, Ya Lanzhu looked at him and asked, ”Feels bad right? This is the exact feeling. I'm human, and I will also feel jealous and want to slaughter her whenever Zhan Beiye chases after her. However, I know that if I really do that, I will lose Zhan Beiye forever.”

Slowly drawing a long, vertical line on the window frame with her fingernails, Ya Lanzhu muttered, ”Meng Fuyao taught me how to persevere.”

She sent the ant back on its original path, flicking its antennae to correct its direction. ”Sending you home,” she said gently. Then, she stood on the window, opened her arms and shouted against the wind, ”Persevere!”

Her petite figure was on high ground, her colorful braids were untangled, and her purple and golden pants were filled with wind; she seemed to be a rainbow-colored mainsail that stood upright against the wind.

Taking a step back, Yun Hen took a better look at this child. He had always felt that she was only a child, and didn't even pay attention to her. Though slightly similar to Meng Fuyao, her bright characteristics had always been overshadowed by Meng Fuyao. It was only then that he realized that the child-like Ya Lanzhu encompassed the maturity and wiseness that were no less than anyone else. She might never be able to achieve what Meng Fuyao did, but her shining personality and understanding of life were definitely on par with Meng Fuyao.

For a princess who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, who had to tolerate universal mockery from pursuing the person she loved, and then witness an outsider extinguish her blossoming hopes, she had thousands of reasons to hate Meng Fuyao.

But she chose to focus her attention on a place further away.

Some people might be selfish, but there were magnanimous people as well.

Ya Lanzhu looked back and let out a shout. Her red cheeks rose and fell according to her breathing, and she suddenly jumped down and dragged Yun Hen away.

”What are we fools doing by staring at nothing? Come, let's get a drink!”

Meanwhile, Meng Fuyao stomped away and barked without looking back, ”Lord Yuan Bao, I'm warning you. If you continue following me, I'll fry, steam, cook and sear you, and arrange you into a feast!”

The guinea pig felt very wronged. 'Who wants to follow you? That person's obviously my unscrupulous master, and I'm just an accessory who's dragged along with him. You're just picking on the weak!'

Folding his arms and looking miserably at the sky, the guinea pig considered a very serious question, 'Was Meng Fuyao fated to be his nemesis?' Ever since he met her, he had been downgraded from a worshipped ”legendary guinea pig” to becoming her bodyguard, accessory and sidekick. His status fell by such a large margin, and his future was no longer bright.

His master suddenly looked down at him and understood all his hidden frustrations. As a sign of consolation, the master caressed his head, and simply changed a hand to drag him.

When Meng Fuyao turned and saw that someone was still smiling calmly, her inner self exploded with rage. Without returning to her room, she stood there and faked a grin. ”Your Highness, I suddenly feel that there's a need for me to apologize to you.”