"Hiss!"
The body's original pain of hot and cold was replaced by a heartbreaking pain. Yan Ling, who was in a coma, was awakened by a basin of cold salt water and opened his eyes suddenly.
The draughty woodshed was filled with hot wind. She looked at the two-color flying needle embroidery shoes in front of her and her eyes lit up with hope: "Sister, please save me!"
The man took a few steps back calmly, moved away Yan Ling's bloody hand that wanted to hold her skirt, and gently raised the corners of his bright red lips.
"Sister, are you confused? The wife of the guilty minister is implicated in the crime. Shuang'er can't save you."
"Shuang'er," Yan Ling looked at Yan Shuang with wide eyes as the blood on the corner of his mouth was still wet, "Didn't you promise that you would rescue me after everything is done? A Yi said that when I finish this thing, I will be his Princess
"Snapped"!
Yan Shuang knelt down and looked at Lao Gao with swollen cheeks and Yan Ling, who was covered in whip marks and blood marks, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.
"If Brother Yi really cares about you, how could he let those people interrogate you like this?" There was silence everywhere, and Yan Shuang's smiling voice was very clear, "The person he admires is me, how could he marry you?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Yan Ling retorted in a shaky voice, opening his mouth and gasping for air.
The hot air seemed to freeze into ice in an instant, and the "tapping" sound of the soles of the shoes stepped on Yan Ling's increasingly cold heart.
"Since you have held the title of Crown Princess and have appeared among the nobles in the capital, how could Brother Yi marry you?" Yan Shuang leaned over and looked straight into her eyes, squinting and mockingly said, "Not to mention that you are already the Crown Prince. A woman who has passed."
These words were biting like a cold winter wind. Yan Ling turned pale and coughed desperately. His whole body was trembling and he retorted fiercely: "You know that I have never let my wife."
"Even if you keep your integrity, he won't believe it!"
Yan Shuang interrupted her harshly, and her usually friendly face turned extremely ferocious: "No one in this plan wants you to live!"
The pain all over his body was numb. Yan Ling sobbed violently and looked up at Yan Shuang tremblingly: "Shuang'er, tell me, this is all fake and you lied to me, right?"
"It's just a useless chess piece. Who has time to lie to you?" Yan Shuang laughed loudly as he looked at her lying on the ground with her back bent in a bloody rag.
"Will not"
Hot tears flowed from her eyes, and her nails as bright as crescent moons dug into the ground: "We are sisters from the same mother, how can you be so cruel?"
"Oh, biological sisters?" Yan Shuang smiled so much that she bent down, and the maid behind her knowingly gave her a handkerchief to wipe her tears from laughter, "She's just an abandoned baby who was abandoned in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion since she was a child. Do you want to bleed the same blood as me?"
"Impossible!" Yan Ling gasped and shook his head fiercely, his lips were bitten with blood.
Yan Shuang kicked her and rolled her several times, lying on her back dying on the ground.
"How did your father treat you when you were growing up? How did your mother treat you? How did the elders in your family treat you? We look so different, do you still need me to explain it clearly?"
The blazing sunlight shone on the wound, and she seemed unable to feel the burning pain. Yan Ling curled up in the corner and replied weakly with a cry: "I thought it was because they liked your personality better."
"You are just a chess piece that my mother prepared for a rainy day more than ten years ago. Now you have no value, and your life is useless!"
"puff"!
As soon as Yan Shuang finished speaking, Yan Ling, who was squatting in the corner and shaking violently, spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Although the Crown Prince is a very good Crown Prince, who made me like Brother Yi? Dad dotes on me like that, so he will naturally help Brother Yi become the new Crown Prince!"
The bright sunlight reflected Yan Shuang's charming face, and the word "Ashura" suddenly came to Yan Ling's mind.
"You clearly told me that the prince is violent and willful, and that he will only harm the people after he ascends the throne!"
"If I didn't say that, would you obediently help Brother Yi?" Yan Shuang looked at her provocatively, raised his eyebrows, took out a piece of paper and laughed, "The prince asked me to help him before he led his troops into the palace. Did you bring the poem manuscript that you reviewed, or maybe he already expected that he wouldn’t be able to come back?!”
"Yanshuang, you are shameless! Ah!"
Yan Ling screamed with all his strength, and Yan Ling immediately coughed up a large pool of black blood.
The man with the doting smile appeared in front of him again in a trance, and he said: "I admired you the first time I saw your poem manuscript."
Her chest hurt and she closed her eyes heavily.
The chirping of birds accompanied by the cool morning breeze swept leisurely. The person on the bed shook violently and slowly raised his eyelashes.
Am I not dead yet
Sitting up and looking at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar house, Yan Ling swallowed hard in disbelief. This was the yard she had before she left the cabinet. Could she be dreaming
"Miss, are you awake?"
A voice came in as the door opened, and the maid in pink clothes entered carrying a basin.
"Qing'er"
After a lot of work, I packed up and sat in front of the bronze mirror.
Yan Ling looked at the clear and childish face in the mirror, with so many thoughts on his mind that he burst into tears.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm just confused by the makeup." She looked at herself in the mirror with a deep smile, "Did Shuang'er invite me to her Qiongxin Courtyard for breakfast?"
Qing'er was stunned and suddenly panicked. She pursed her lips and said, "I was just about to tell the lady how the lady knew?"
Not only do I know this, I also know that from now on, I will never be the timid Yanling from my previous life!
She took a deep breath, got up and walked towards Qiongxinyuan.
Yan Shuang was already waiting at the door. When he saw her coming, he immediately took her hand affectionately and smiled happily.
"Sister, you are finally here. I specially made your favorite lotus seed soup. Try it!"
Following her strength, Yan Ling looked at the hand holding hers, disgust flashed in his eyes and then disappeared quickly.
"Okay~"
Yan Yan enjoyed his breakfast with a smile, and Yan Shuang mysteriously pulled Yan Ling into the back room.
"Sister, do you know Liang Yi?"
He quickly lowered his eyes to cover up his twinkling eyes. After a few breaths, Yan Ling raised his head with a smile: "You know that the news in my house has been blocked for a long time. Tell me what's wrong?"
The fragrance of the budding pear branches on the table wafted up. Yan Shuang let go of her hand, stood up and looked out the window longingly.
"He is a handsome and handsome man. With such appearance and temperament, I don't know how many daughters admire him!" She turned around and took Yan Ling's hand, "My sister will be tempted when she sees him!"
The person that Brother Yi admires is me, how could he marry you
The words rolling in his mind made Yan Ling's heart sink. He raised his head and asked Yan Shuang, half jokingly and half seriously: "Do you admire him?"
"I"
Yan Shuang blinked eloquently, and when he looked at her again, she already looked well-behaved: "Of course, only my sister can match such an outstanding person."
Clever? This was clearly said through gritted teeth.
"Is it."
"Well! By the way, sister, I gave the invitation to my mother. Just remember that the banquet time is noon." Yan Shuang said.
"The sun must have been very hot at that time."
The bright yellow sunlight shed a layer of gold through the window paper. Looking at Yan Shuang, whose eyes were shining slightly, she smiled and nodded.
(End of chapter)