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The bamboo forest was tranquil, and it was hard to imagine such a place existed alongside a gilded palace. Unable to resist her curiosity, Yui slowly stepped deeper inside.
Surrounded by nothing but bamboo, Yui felt a bit disappointed. Just as she was about to turn back, a wooden house appeared before her.
It was simple yet clean. After assessing the surroundings and sensing no danger, Yui pushed the door open and entered. Inside, there was only a bed and a table, both empty except for a painting hanging on the wall.
Unable to help herself, Yui leaned in closer but tripped over something at her feet. She stumbled forward, accidentally knocking over the teapot on the table. It fell with a loud crash, spilling tea everywhere and soaking the floor. Stunned by the scene before her, Yui stood frozen for a moment before hurriedly trying to clean up the mess.
Looking at the pile of broken pieces on the table, Yui felt troubled. She had to restore it; otherwise, the owner would know someone had been in their house. Scanning the area to ensure no one was around, she was about to cast a spell when her peripheral vision caught sight of the painting on the wall.
From her angle, she couldn't see it clearly. She shifted her position; the painting hung a bit high. With a flick of her finger, it flew into her hands. Just as she was about to unroll it for a better look, a voice like ice came from behind her, "What are you doing?"
If Dian Yin's voice was cold, this person's voice was even more chilling—emotionless and seemingly emanating from the depths of hell.
Startled, Yui reflexively loosened her grip, causing the painting to fall into the puddle on the floor, completely soaking it and leaving only faint outlines visible.
Yui's eyes widened in shock as she stammered, pointing at the painting, "I... I didn't mean to..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a figure lunged at her and knocked her aside. The prince crouched down and slowly picked up the painting. A crack appeared in his expression before it darkened again like an approaching storm.
Realizing she had gotten herself into trouble, Yui ignored her aching body and quickly stood up, scratching her head nervously as she said, "I... I'm sorry..."
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