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Occasionally experiencing life in this ghostly era isn't too bad, but... what do they intend by locking me up here?
After the Crown Prince recovered from his illness, he requested to take me to the palace, confining me in a small attic.
Every day, the meals sent to me are just a few bland dishes; I still long for the delicacies I enjoyed at the Seventh Prince's Mansion.
A heavy lock completely severs my connection to the outside world.
I gaze out the window daily, yearning for a miracle to happen, even if it means being struck by lightning so I can return to the Twenty-First Century.
The Crown Prince visited once during dinner. He placed the food on the wooden table in the attic and merely said, "Shaohua, soon we can be together without any reservations," before sweeping away. In that moment, I thought to myself that this man must be blinded by ambition, driven mad by his desire to become emperor.
I helplessly stared at the cold dinner, tasteless and unappetizing, yet I had no choice but to force myself to eat it.
The summer rain fell endlessly. I rested my chin on my hand, examining my reflection in the mirror.
Looking at my gaunt face, I sighed inwardly: Oh, I've lost weight again. How heartbroken my mother would be if she saw me!
When I was at the Seventh Prince's Mansion, I was fed well every day by the Seventh Prince; I even complained about him not washing his hands when he fed me...
Suddenly, amidst the rain curtain, a figure appeared. Squinting, I realized it was the Seventh Prince!
I was so surprised that I almost cried out and quickly covered my mouth with my hand.
I was filled with confusion: How did he get to the Crown Prince Hall?
My heart began to race uncontrollably, eager to rush out.
But alas, the door was locked. I didn't dare speak loudly for fear of alarming the Crown Prince, so I could only watch helplessly as the Seventh Prince stood in the rain like a statue. Raindrops slid down his cheeks, his hair soaked and sticking to his forehead, making him look somewhat disheveled.
At that moment, my heart suddenly ached.
After a while, the Crown Prince leisurely walked outside with an umbrella, still wearing that calm and composed expression.
The rain had lessened slightly, and I heard the anxious voice of the Seventh Prince: “Elder Brother, where have you hidden Shaohua? The Emperor said that you took Shaohua away. Please return her to me; Shaohua still wants to eat fruits with me!”
“Return her to you?” The Crown Prince raised his eyes playfully, a wicked smile appearing on his face. “Why should I give Shaohua back to you?”
“Because... because...” The Seventh Prince stammered for a moment before pointing at me with his dirty finger and saying, “Because I like Shaohua…”
“Oh?” The Crown Prince sighed meaningfully.
“Elder Brother, please let me see Shaohua just once. Even if you can’t give her to me, just let me have a glimpse!” His pleading voice was thick with nasal tones, and my heart ached so much that I almost cried.
A hint of mockery appeared on the Crown Prince's face as he picked up a handful of mud from the ground. “Since you want to see her so badly, then eat this.”
“This is mud…” The Seventh Prince looked at the Crown Prince in confusion, his eyes revealing a trace of bewilderment.
After hesitating for a moment, he took the handful of mud from the Crown Prince’s hand. With his head drooping, he hesitated again and timidly asked, “If I eat this, will you let me see Shaohua?”
The Crown Prince nodded.
Without further hesitation, the Seventh Prince began shoving the mud into his mouth, bite after bite, until he had swallowed every last bit. Only then did the Crown Prince burst into laughter. “Haha, the dignified Seventh Prince actually did something so ridiculous. It’s truly laughable.”
However, it seemed that the Seventh Prince didn’t hear the Crown Prince’s words; he simply blinked his eyes eagerly, looking at the Crown Prince with anticipation.
“Elder Brother, let me see Shaohua! Let me see her!” Seeing the Seventh Prince's anxious expression, the Crown Prince waved his hand to signal to a servant beside him.
Soon after, there was a rustling sound from the door lock, and Qing Yu stood before me, completely soaked.
My nose tinged with emotion as my eyes instantly became moist.
“Shaohua, I finally get to see you!” The Seventh Prince suppressed the tears that were about to spill over and quickly walked up to me. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out as if to hug me but then seemed to remember something. He reluctantly withdrew his hand and sniffled with tears in his eyes, saying, “I’m very dirty… it’s better not to touch you…”
His eyes were red, and I turned my face away, unable to look at him any longer, feeling an unbearable ache in my heart: Foolish Qing Yu, how could you be so foolish it hurts me.
“Shaohua, do you like Big Brother?” He wiped away his tears and looked up at me again.
A sharp pain shot through my heart. Like… how could I possibly like him! But seeing his innocent gaze, I gritted my teeth and softly replied, “Yes, I like him.”
I must be the worst aunt in the world for deceiving such a pure little child.
I thought Qing Yu would cry and throw a tantrum, but to my surprise, he tried his best to appear calm and mature, suppressing his heavy nasal voice as he said, “Shaohua, as long as you’re happy… I will try to forget about you…”
With that, he turned to walk back, his steps a bit unsteady. After just a few paces, he fell to the ground but clumsily got back up.
After the Seventh Prince left, the Crown Prince came to the loft. I stood up, intending to greet him, but he slapped me hard across the face.
“Yin Shaohua, you better understand your current position.” His pale fingers gripped my chin tightly while his other hand roughly wiped my cheek. “Don’t let me see you cry for another man.”
After saying that, he suddenly leaned down and kissed me fiercely, even biting my lip until it bled, filling my mouth with a strong metallic taste.
Seeing my tear-streaked eyes, he tenderly stroked my hair and leaned down to kiss my bangs. His gaze was gentle like a spring stream as he softly said, “I’m sorry, Shaohua. Did I hurt you?”
I scoffed inwardly and thought: Compared to the pain in my heart, this little hurt is nothing.
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