Chapter 9 – Fairy Tales Are All Lies (9)
Ah! ╰(‵□′)╯
Toxic!
Deadly!
The general has died before the army has won1, Yan Luo thought as she watched the male god with tears in her eyes.
This is not even a return to the level before liberation, this is a direct economic recession of thirty years or more2.
Under Yan Luo’s grief-stricken gaze, Xiuyin didn’t show any other emotions at all.
The maid on the opposite side, who looked older and had deeper qualifications than Lan Ning, her eyes carrying a hint of disdain and sternness. Xiuyin raised his hand to lift a strand of Yan Luo’s hair, lowering his head slightly.
Just when Yan Luo thought this boy was going to do something, his movements stopped, then he slowly let go, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
“Something got stuck in your hair…”
From the perspective of that maid, it seemed like a simple act of helping Yan Luo remove something, but Yan Luo saw the mockery on the boy’s face, a look as if to say, “What do you think I’m going to do?” This time, he quickly stepped away, and the previous action felt like a blatant mockery.
Yan Luo was dumbfounded by this move.
D*mn, how did he develop such a nasty personality?
Before Yan Luo could carefully explore, the maid walked up, her gaze carrying a hint of rejection and severity. “Princess Yan Luo, why are you with the Third Prince?”
Authoritative and stern like a head teacher.
Scary.
“Coincidence,” Yan Luo replied as she shrank.
Her petite and lovely appearance still earned her some points. The maid looked at Yan Luo for a while, her tone not as serious as before.
“Remember, you were rescued by the Second Prince. Don’t get too close to the other princes; the Empress won’t be pleased.”
Yan Luo replied vaguely, following the maid. Not far away was a gorgeous gate.
Yan Luo felt nervous, “Little Pink, Little Pink!”
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“Does this country have any demonstration of etiquette?”
To whitewash Xiuyin’s blackening value, she would definitely need to stay here for a while, then probably work hard to help him ascend to the throne, and smoothly marry a wife without undergoing too much torment, let him experience the warmth of the world, and then she could retire after her success.
Perfect!
Yan Luo’s eyes sparkled.
Little Pink : …
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The door was pushed open, and Yan Luo followed the person inside. The person walked to the side with his head down.
Yan Luo felt that her body naturally moved to perform the country’s etiquette as she had in mind.
A standard and beautiful etiquette made the Empress, who had been observing Yan Luo, nod in satisfaction.
Yan Luo straightened up and looked around. She also saw Lan Ning, who was still on duty under the Empress, and the girl’s gaze was shyly fixed on the young man sitting next to the Empress.
Second Prince Andre Ailsrank, nineteen years old, the object of Lan Ning’s secret admiration.
The boy’s features had matured, with a handsome face, dazzling golden hair, and his pair of blue eyes slightly deeper in color than Xiuyin’s, containing a gentle light, looked straight toward Yan Luo.
Thinking about how later this person and the Eldest Prince would force Xiuyin into that state, pushing him to completely blacken, Yan Luo felt a chill down her spine.
The seemingly gentle smile in the Second Prince’s eyes seemed insincere to Yan Luo.
“Princess Yan Luo, please sit,” the Empress said, pointing to the chair opposite.
- idiom for regretting the loss of a great oportunity ↩︎
- this is an exaggeration of the situation that not only returned to the starting point, but has become worse ↩︎