Shengling stared blankly at the young man kneeling in front of him, his eyes no longer filled with anger, and only confusion remained in his eyes.
She blinked her eyes in confusion and slowly leaned down. She looked at the trembling boy kneeling at her feet. He seemed really scared.
But Sheng Ling still didn't believe it, bit her lip again and ordered: "Look up!"
A Yan didn't move, as if she was stuck. The troupe leader hit A Yan with a stick again and wanted to hit her again. Sheng Ling looked at her and threw away the stick in his hand. , can only reprimand Ayan.
But Ayan clutched her fingers tightly in pain, and finally reacted slowly, raising her head to look at her in pain.
Sheng Ling looked at his face.
Isn't he... Li Yu
Except that he looks like Li Yu, but... his expression, including every move, is not Li Yu.
Could it be...did I really admit that I had the wrong person
Sheng Ling stared at him for a long time, and finally slowly withdrew his gaze and stood up.
"Your Highness Princess...you..."
"I found the wrong person." After Sheng Ling said that, he turned around and left.
Never looked back.
Sheng Ling left Haitang Theater and walked down the street in a daze, with Ayan's face recurring in her mind... no, it was Li Yu's face that appeared.
She couldn't pretend that nothing happened.
That night, Sheng Ling was destined to be unable to sleep.
She dreamed again of the day when Li Yu assassinated her father, and what he said to her expressionlessly in the cell, and then woke up with a start.
My heart hurts so much that I can't find a place to release it.
The next day, Shengling asked people from his palace to go to Haitang Theater to investigate the life background of A Yan. Not long after, his subordinates came to the academy in person to tell her that A Yan was sold to Haitang by his adoptive father. From the theater, the troupe saw that he was stupid and mute. He was originally bought to work as a coolie for the troupe. They also discovered by chance that although Ayan was mute, he played the piano well, so from now on whenever there was a need to play the piano, he would play the piano well. Then Ayan will be asked to take the stage.
When Sheng Ling heard such an answer, he couldn't tell whether he should be relieved or more disappointed.
Very contradictory feelings were rising and falling in my heart, and they were unpredictable.
As a result, she spent the entire day in the academy absent-mindedly. After class, Sheng Ling returned to her palace, had dinner without any taste, and couldn't help but go out by herself.
By the time Shengling realized where she was, she had already arrived at Haitang Theater.
Sheng Ling felt very nervous when she sat down.
She herself didn't know how to describe the tension. It seemed that she was afraid of seeing that person and wanted to see him at the same time.
Even if he is not Li Yu, even if he just looks like Li Yu.
But this time, Sheng Ling didn't see Ayan appear until the curtain call.
Sheng Ling hesitated for a long time outside the theater, but ultimately did not go backstage to look for anyone.
Why do we have to find him, why do we have to see him
There is no need for this.
Sheng Ling calmed down and told herself this.
She finally left.
The street was very busy. Sheng Ling walked back absentmindedly. It just happened to be that as he was walking, he suddenly glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a familiar figure walking out of a medical clinic. He was holding a tablet in his hand. Get crumpled paper and a few packets of medicine.
When Ayan walked down the steps, she looked up and saw her. She walked up to her and knelt down without saying a word.
It seemed that he was still undecided about what happened last night.
Sheng Ling was also stunned for a moment, bit her lip and whispered: "Get up, I didn't ask you to kneel."
After hearing her words, Ayan slowly got up from the ground.
"What are you holding in your hand?" Sheng Ling asked.
Ayan seemed to hesitate for a while, then lowered her head and honestly showed her what she had in her hand.
Sheng Ling took the crumpled piece of paper in his hand and spread it out to read. It was written with the name of the ointment for bruises. Sheng Ling thought of the few sticks that the troupe master had used on him last night and couldn't help but frown and asked: "That troupe leader injured you?"
Ayan lowered her head and shook her head dully.
Sheng Ling frowned and wanted to say something, but soon realized that this was not appropriate. In the end, she bit her lips and returned the paper to him without saying anything else.
Ayan reached out to take the paper, waited for a while, and made sure that Sheng Ling didn't want to ask him any more questions, then turned around and left silently.
And Sheng Ling looked at his leaving figure, feeling pain in her heart again and again.
She had tried very hard to tell herself clearly that this person's name was Ayan, not Li Yu, but when she looked at his figure like this, she still couldn't help but miss him.
How worthless.
Hated and missed.
The next day, after class, Sheng Ling went to Haitang Theater again with the good ointment. Sheng Ling's purpose of going there this time was also very simple. After all, the person was beaten because of her, and Sheng Ling was reasonable. She wouldn't just sit idly by, so she brought ointment over, hoping that he would recover from his injury soon.
This time, when Sheng Ling arrived at the door of the courtyard backstage, the guards did not stop her like last time. Instead, they respectfully invited her in.
The troupe leader didn't expect Princess Shengling to come again. He was so surprised that he couldn't stop coming to greet her.
Sheng Ling looked around the backstage and asked directly: "Um... where is Ayan?"
The troupe leader was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized what had happened to him, and replied: "Ayan is getting ready to go on stage. Does the princess want to see him for something? Or I'll call Ayan over right now!"
"No, no need." Sheng Ling coughed, looked back uncomfortably and said, "I'll wait for him outside."
After saying this, Sheng Ling walked out.
As soon as Sheng Ling left, several people wearing makeup in the background gathered around, very curious.
"Master, why do you think Princess Shengling is suddenly interested in Ayan?"
"Your Highness, you must have fallen in love with that fool, right?"
"Tsk, let me tell you that Her Highness the Princess has really bad taste. It is not good to fall in love with anyone, but she falls in love with a mute fool... Ayan is good-looking, but she is still a fool."
The troupe leader narrowed his eyes and said, "Shut up, do you want to go on stage later?"
As soon as the troupe leader spoke, these people had to turn around, but the troupe leader already had a plan in mind.
Sheng Ling is not an ordinary princess, she is the beloved daughter of the current emperor, the beloved Princess Sheng Ling...
Regardless of whether she has only a temporary interest in Ayan, it is a good thing.
So, as soon as Ayan came down from the stage with the piano in her arms, the troupe leader pulled Ayan over, put the piano in his hand aside, and said to him very seriously: "Ayan, listen up. Yes, Princess Sheng is waiting for you outside now. You can go out to see her later. Remember, no matter what the princess wants you to do, you must obey her and please her highness. Do you hear me?"
He said a lot at once, and Ayan didn't know if he heard it or not. She still looked at the troupe leader with the same expressionless expression.
Seeing that he was still so stupid, the troupe leader was so angry that he kicked him again, "Did you hear that?"
Ayan was hurt by the kick, so she lowered her head and nodded.
The troupe leader pulled off the costume from his body, "Why don't you hurry up and change your clothes!?"
Ayan winced and nodded, changed into his own clothes, took off his makeup, and then went out to see Princess Shengling.
(End of chapter)