Chapter 22 – Fairy Tales Are All Lies (22)
It’s obviously absurd, yet it’s inevitable.
Xiuyin smiled again, and he suddenly heard the distorted voice of the Second Prince, who usually appeared gentle and refined but was now furious.
“Xiuyin!”
Xiuyin’s hand tightened again, the curve of his lips deepened. He rubbed himself against Yan Luo’s body with a seemingly obedient look. His azure eyes looked over and met Andre’s furious gaze.
Although it was a good thing that the blackening value had decreased, Yan Luo finally sensed that something was wrong. Xiuyin was considerably younger, so she had always thought of herself as a mother giving warmth to this unloved child…
But… what was happening here with this scene, as if she was caught in an affair? (ΩДΩ)
This must be an illusion, right? It must be!
Feeling Xiuyin, who was rubbing against her like a large dog, Yan Luo pursed her lips slightly, also meeting Andre’s somewhat murky blue eyes.
At this moment, Andre seemed to be forcefully calming himself, attempting to bring out his usual gentle smile, but under the current emotions, it appeared somewhat twisted and frightening.
“Yan Luo, come here.”
As he spoke, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards the two.
He would never allow a cooked duck to fly away1.
Looking at Xiuyin’s ‘innocent’ expression, the emotions in Andre’s eyes intensified. Perhaps Andre shouldn’t have easily excluded this boy from the competition for the throne in the first place.
Just as his mother had said…
“Andre, having a soft heart is the most useless and unnecessary thing.”
Watching Andre, Yan Luo’s eyes revealed a hint of resistance, then gently patted Xiuyin’s hand around her waist. Feeling his slight caress and then release, she elegantly took two steps forward, holding up her skirt.
With a graceful and noble posture, her black eyes were bright and clear, staring directly into Andre’s murky gaze.
“It just so happens that I also have something to ask His Highness Andre.”
Her gaze was like the sun’s rays, as if it could dispel all the turbidity. In that gaze, Andre couldn’t help but subtly avoid it, stepping closer to Yan Luo.
“You ask.”
Andre looked down at Yan Luo, unable to understand what she was dissatisfied with.
By marrying him, she would become the Empress of this vast Empire. Even though for him, she might be more of a tool than anything else, having all this… wasn’t she satisfied?
Even though she seemed docile in front of him, as if she wouldn’t resist, did she want his affection and some kind of freedom? Or was it… as his gaze fell on the delicate and obedient-looking young man behind Yan Luo.
Did she actually want him? The most useless prince in the country?
—Ha… what a greedy and stupid Princess.
Andre sneered.
“I’m just a guest in the Empire of Ailsrank, right?” Yan Luo did not back down, looking straight at Andre. “Then, Prince Andre, please tell me when this guest of yours became your fiancée?”
Andre slightly clenched his fists, staring at Yan Luo.
Though Yan Luo was usually timid, at this moment, she knew that if she retreated, her task would have failed right away. She might also get herself killed.
Xiuyin watched their movements with a dark shade in his eyes, his expression unchanged, but he lowered his head slightly.
- meaning to lose something one almost got ↩︎