Late at night, the cold night wind blew in through the cracks in the cell door and hovered on the stone steps and iron chains. The torch on the wall swayed weakly with the cold wind, casting a strange shadow.
A huge black shadow quietly came to the cell door, and he called her softly, "Ning'er?"
Ning'er was sitting on a pile of withered straw. She raised her head, frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "You... why are you here again."
"How are you now?" A Li took off the hood of his cloak and looked at Ning'er intently. Even in such darkness, his burning gaze could not be concealed.
Ning'er remained silent. Facing A Li's gaze, her mood was a little complicated.
After a while, A Li didn't wait for a response. He lowered his eyes in disappointment, then took two steps back to hide in the darkness.
Another much smaller man came to the cell door.
"Miss?!" Ning'er recognized Wu Sheyue at a glance, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
Wu Sheyue walked out of the darkness, and Ning'er sat on the ground and moved, as if she wanted to get up and come over, but she immediately lowered her head and sat back, and asked in a low voice: "How is the young lady's injury?"
"Fortunately, your attack was harsh enough." Wu Sheyue ignored Ning'er's actions and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The girl didn't seem to have suffered much. Her clothes and hair were intact and she was not injured. And she could also sit on the soft straw. The situation was much better than she imagined.
Ning'er reluctantly raised the corners of her mouth and showed a seemingly relieved smile: "I... I can't help it. Only if the young lady is injured can she not go to the palace."
"So you saw Wu Ziyi nearby?"
"… yes."
"Then what should you do? Today -"
Wu Sheyue was about to ask, but Ning'er suddenly interrupted her and said: "Miss, you should pay more attention to the affairs of the palace. With so many things piled together, no one can do anything at all."
"So you are planning to trade yourself for Yu Jing's success?" Wu Sheyue narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Isn't this what the young lady wants?" Ning'er looked at her with strange eyes.
Wu Sheyue was already a little angry and raised her voice: "When have I ever wanted you to do this? This exchange is not equal at all!"
"..." Ning'er bit her lip and stopped talking, as if she was struggling with something.
"Wu Ziyi has just arrived." Wu Sheyue said in a statement tone.
"yes."
"What did he say to you?"
"What the young lady wants to ask is how I should answer. Didn't the young master tell you?" Ning'er had a sad but decisive expression on her face, which was a very complicated expression.
"What do you mean?!" This answer was so strange that Wu Sheyue had a bad premonition in her heart.
Ning'er took a deep breath and seemed to have used a lot of courage to say these words, "Since it's come to this, let's be direct about who you are."
"Who am I? Don't you know who I am?"
"Yes, I don't know." Ning'er smiled bitterly and shook her head, "To be precise, I'm not even interested in who you are. As long as she's fine, I can do anything...or I will die here. It's my choice. Yes, I don’t complain to anyone. But Miss Third is no threat to you, so don’t touch her."
"What are you talking about? I am the third young lady." Wu Sheyue blurted out, but the moment she finished speaking, an idea flashed in her mind and she realized it again...
Ning'er knew she was fake? ! How much does she know, is it all or is it someone else's instigation
Sure enough, Ning'er became a little irritable, "I can't get out anyway, and no relatives or friends will come to save me. What does it matter if you tell a dead person? I just hope she can get better. This is my request. Not too much!”
"Who told you that I was a lie?" Wu Sheyue asked sternly. She grasped the big lock of the iron door, and the sound of the impact of the iron chain echoed in the empty dungeon.
A Li in the distance asked worriedly, but Wu Sheyue reassured him that he didn't need to come over.
Ning'er was a little amused, "Don't worry, Wu Ziyi didn't reveal your secret, he didn't tell me anything."
Is there really Wu Ziyi's instigation in this? Wu Sheyue's fingers holding the iron rope turned white. She was grateful for Wu Ziyi's rescue before, but if it was just a design, she also promised that she would never let this boy go. No matter whose disciple he is!
"But didn't you believe me in the beginning? If you think it's unreasonable for me to recover and become serious, why didn't you just leave me from the beginning!" Wu Sheyue squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.
"Yes, I have always believed in you... I believe that the young lady has recovered from her illness, will no longer be bullied, and will take me out of the Prime Minister's Mansion." Ning'er said, slowly covering her face with her hands, "If you hadn't Change his face and I may never doubt you.”
Wu Sheyue dejectedly understood that if she could easily change someone else's face, she could also easily change her own face. That's right, the most stupid people who are really stupid are no longer stupid after being cured. How come they have so many strange crafts? If it were her, she would be suspicious too.
Now she is caught up in a topic that no philosopher can explain: who am I and how do I prove that I am me. Many people in history have been tortured crazy by this problem (such as Ji Wuming, Ouyang Feng, etc.).
She promised that even Aristotle would not be able to fool him away even if he were alive. And the point is...should she lie to Ning'er? Everything Ning'er did was for her third lady, but she was just Wu Sheyue. A sense of shame for taking someone else's things arose spontaneously, and it immediately permeated the whole body.
Finally, Wu Sheyue said helplessly: "I don't know how to tell you."
Ning'er raised her head and stared at her with red eyes, "I just want to know how she is doing. Is this difficult?"
Her attitude no longer seemed to be entangled between emotion and reason at the beginning. Perhaps she had broken her skin and was able to start to deal with Wu Sheyue with a hostile attitude.
"She..." She is dead? alive? Even if Wu Sheyue wanted to tell the truth now, she didn't know which one was the truth. How can she explain the living body and the dead soul
Ning'er finally covered her face and burst into tears. Wu Sheyue had no idea what to say. Finally, she silently turned around and left the crying Ning'er. Ning'er did not raise her head to look at Wu Sheyue again.
A Li was standing guard nearby. When Wu Sheyue walked to A Li's side, she said tiredly: "Let's go."
"Miss Third..." A Li called from behind her, with undisguised worry in his tone.
Wu Sheyue knew what he cared about, "Tell people to look over here. No matter what Mr. Xue decides, don't interfere for the time being. As long as Ning'er is not tortured, don't worry about anything else." (To be continued)