Ji Youran was taken away by Liu Jingyu's maid and returned to the previous incense room.
After sitting down, she picked up a mirror and looked at herself. The woman in the mirror looked not only disheveled but also ferocious. The other half of her face, which was originally beautiful, now had a bloodstain and a red and swollen slap mark.
Ji Youran picked up the mirror and threw it out, screaming uncontrollably. Why would Qu Moying do that? Why would Liu Jingyu do that? Why would the two of them be so shameless and really do that
When I went there, I thought I would be scolded at most.
She is the concubine of the Eastern Palace. Just for this reason, Qu Moying did not dare to take action. Liu Jingyu, considering the prince's face, would not really hurt her!
But why is it different from what she thought
How dare they both slap her in the face? How dare they do that
When she thought of the hatred she had, she wished that these two people would appear in front of her right now so that she could reach out and scratch their faces.
My face is burning with pain. That part of my face hasn't healed yet, and now I have a new wound. Could it be that I really have no chance
Ji Youran reached out and pressed the scar on half of her face, her eyes filled with hatred.
This time he hit himself, but what about next time? Will he find a reason to kill himself next time
She was sure that it wouldn't happen before, but now she is not sure. After Qu Moying married the King of England, she seemed to act like the King of England. He was a murderer and no one knew if he would take someone's life in the next moment.
She finally escaped from the Eastern Palace, but not to really leave it. She wanted to heal her face, she wanted to return to the Eastern Palace, and she wanted to take the position second only to the emperor.
That position is hers...
There was a sudden clicking sound from the rear window. Ji Youran turned around hurriedly and saw a small stone fell from the rear window to the ground, rolled around, and rolled to her feet. It was wrapped in a piece of paper.
Ji Youran stood up in a hurry and almost stepped on the corner of her skirt. After calming herself down, she squatted down and picked up the stone. After she arrived at Qingyun Temple, she hurriedly sent someone to find her father and asked her father to find a way to save her. Was this news from her father
The paper peeled off from the pebble, with a few simple words on it: "Run!"
Escape? Why should she escape? Ji Youran gritted her teeth. Things had come to this point. How could she turn back? How could she escape? She could only move forward.
He tightly clenched the note in his hand, unwilling to let his father tell him such news. His father was too timid. He was like that in the beginning. If he had not guaranteed it, his father would have been so scared that he would not even dare to attack his uncle. Later, the title did not go to his own brother because of his father's cowardice.
We had clearly agreed on everything before, but things always failed to work out at the critical moment. If my father was my uncle, I wouldn't have needed to make such calculations.
She was the eldest daughter of the Ling Anbo Mansion, and she should be the eldest uncle's daughter. All of these things could have been hers without her having to ask for anything, but in the end, Ji Hanyue got them. How could she be willing to accept this
She still had a way out. She had to think carefully about what to do next and how to convince her father of her decision so that he would wholeheartedly help her return to the East Palace...
The door was pushed open and Qu Moying appeared at the door.
Ji Youran subconsciously tensed up.
Qu Moying walked over slowly, his eyes cold, step by step
… Ji Youran felt inexplicably frightened. She took two steps back involuntarily, with fear in her eyes.
"Princess...Princess Ying."
Qu Moying came here on purpose to look for Ji Youran. Seeing how miserable she was, her eyes grew colder. She wished she could eat Ji Youran's flesh and blood. All her relatives and everything she had were murdered by Ji Youran and outsiders. Not only did she betray the Ji family, but she also stepped on the blood of her own relatives...
"Ji Youran... are you still planning to return to the East Palace?" Qu Moying's gaze moved down to Ji Youran's hand. Ji Youran subconsciously squeezed the paper ball in his hand tightly.
There is a faint fragrance between the wings of the nose, as light as orchid.
"Ji Youran... Tell me how you killed my cousin?" Qu Moying sneered and continued to ask, as if Ji Youran didn't need to answer, "Have you ever dreamed of your cousin's curse before she died, swearing on her blood, cursing you... to die a miserable death?"
Qu Moying came closer, his voice became softer, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to be tinged with a layer of blood, which gave an eerie feeling as if something had really noticed him.
The house was not facing south. As Qu Moying approached, Ji Youran shuddered involuntarily. The fragrance became stronger...
"You... don't come over here." She said anxiously, stretching out a hand to block him in vain. "I... I didn't harm my second sister. I... How could I harm my second sister, Princess Ying, even if you have all the power, you can't frame me... If you don't believe me, we can go to the Crown Prince and argue with him."
"In front of the Crown Prince? Argue?" Qu Moying laughed and stood in front of Ji Youran. The corners of his eyes were red as he stared at Ji Youran fiercely, as if he wanted to see through her. "Ji Youran, do you really not care about your cousin's curse?"
The first sentence was full of anger, but the second sentence was very light, but this lightness reminded Ji Youran of a scene in the past, which was the scene when Ji Hanyue fell from Linyuan Pavilion.
"Ji Youran, touch your face. You must remember why your face was injured!" Qu Moying said lightly.
“I… I… accidentally…” Ji Youran trembled and stepped back involuntarily, again and again.
Qu Moying followed and pressed forward: "Accidentally? Isn't it because of my cousin? Ji Youran, do you know why you are getting more and more unlucky and will eventually die at the hands of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"
“I… I don’t know, don’t talk nonsense.” Ji Youran was frightened to death by the scene described by Qu Moying. It was something she had never told anyone about before.
"Were you bleeding at that time? Do you know? My cousin swore a blood oath, using her blood and your blood. If you don't revoke the oath, you will never be well for the rest of your life... Your second branch plotted against the first branch, and my cousin will make everyone of you be buried with you."
Qu Moying smiled.
But the originally charming face, in Ji Youran's eyes, looked like a ghost, making her panic and fall into the corner, hugging herself and trembling.
"Ji Hanyue is already dead. Impossible... Impossible."
She didn't believe it at first, but Qu Moying's description was too real, making her feel as if she saw that scene again.
The light in the room was dim, and through this dim light, it seemed as if something dark was silently seeping in, slowly flowing over.
In the first season
Ji Youran never dared to think of Han Yue’s last words before he died, but now it seemed as if they were right in his ears.
"Sister, do you like the prince?" Suddenly, a familiar voice, a familiar laughter, and a familiar grace appeared in her ears in a confused manner.
This was the question that Ji Hanyue had asked her before, and it had made her secretly angry for a long time. Now it suddenly appeared in her ears.
Ji Youran stared at Qu Moying who was talking beside her in almost horror.
“You…how do you know…” she asked tremblingly, her teeth chattering.
"Sister, how do you think I know? What do you think of my pair of butterfly earrings? Do you want to put another pair of pearls here?" Qu Moying continued.
That was also what Ji Hanyue once said to Ji Youran.
The pair of earrings were now on Ji Youran's dressing table. Since Ji Hanyue passed away, all the things she liked had been put away.
Now that Ji Hanyue is gone, all those good things belong to her.
“No... no, you... you are... you are... second sister..." Ji Youran said anxiously. Everything in front of her and everything in her memory were intertwined. It was as if the person who appeared in front of her was Ji Hanyue. That was Ji Hanyue, not Qu Moying. The one with a faint fragrance among the dark and sparse shadows was Ji Hanyue.
The hand that Qu Moying stretched out seemed to have turned into a sharp ghost claw, grabbing her head and face fiercely. Ji Youran's meaning began to become unclear: "Second sister, don't look for me... It's not me... It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's intention, uncle... It's uncle who is not good."
“My father… what’s wrong with him? Was he not good to my elder sister?” Ji Hanyue’s voice was right beside her ears. In Ji Youran’s eyes, the only thing left was a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes that looked very similar to Ji Hanyue’s, but without the usual calmness and peace. They were bloodshot, just like Ji Hanyue’s eyes when she was pushed down from Linyuan Pavilion that day.
"Uncle... Uncle hid something, causing His Royal Highness to be almost deposed... It's really not me, second sister, if you want to blame someone, blame your uncle. How could he... How could he hide something like that? Why didn't he give it to His Royal Highness... Second sister, don't look for me, it's really not me."
Ji Youran argued in panic, her eyes were in chaos, and she shouted desperately, hoping that Ji Hanyue would let her go.
But in fact, her shouting was more like her own mumbling. It was not loud, but loud enough for Qu Moying to hear clearly. She reached out and squeezed the sachet hanging around her waist. This was made by Nanny Miao. It contained some drugs that could make people lose their minds and easily cause hallucinations. Under normal circumstances, Ji Youran would not fall for it.
But today was different. First he was beaten by himself, then by Liu Jingyu, and then he was at a loss. All the conditions combined made this the time when Ji Youran's mind was most likely to lose control.
"Prince, have you found the hidden things?" Qu Moying asked.
“No… I didn’t find it. I don’t know. I really don’t know. Second sister, don’t look for me. Go find the prince. It’s his royal highness’s wish. You… you don’t look for me.” Ji Youran shook her head and cried. Her head suddenly hit the wall on the side. She shook it twice and seemed to be waking up.
Qu Moying knew that the drug powder was about to expire, so she asked one last question: "My dear elder sister... Then tell me, where is the third sister? Where did the third sister go? You... must know this, right?"
"I... I know..."