Qingyun accompanied Ji Yunmiao to explore every corner of this island. The Queen seed quite lenient towards him, no matter what he did, she never intervened, which led everyone to speculate about the boy’s identity.
So said the boy was the Queen’s new favorite, and Hailan was soon to be yesterday’s news. Others said he was the Queen’s confidant—what could a mute and foolish boy possibly do? The forr theory seed more credible, but no one ever speculated that he was the Queen’s son, for she still looked so young, hardly like a woman who would have a son of such an age. What kind of man could make a woman like the Queen willingly bear his child?
Hailan heard these rumors and beca increasingly restless.
He realized that the Queen seed to be bored of him, as he hadn’t seen her for two days now. If things continued this way, he would soon be replaced by that mute boy.
No, he couldn’t sit idly by any longer.
Seizing a mont when Qingyun wasn’t paying attention, he lured Ji Yunmiao to a secluded spot. Ji Yunmiao seed to have a bad impression of him, instinctively shrinking his neck, appearing very afraid.
"Don’t be scared." As soon as he spoke, he rembered the boy was deaf-mute, and cursed inwardly. However, the boy seed to understand lipreading, which made communication easier.
"What is your relationship with the Queen?"
The boy simply looked at him without answering; suddenly, he opened his mouth as if he was about to cry. Hailan quickly covered his mouth, cautiously scanning the surroundings; luckily, no one noticed.
"What are you crying for?" he scolded harshly, and the boy pouted in grievance.
"I don’t want to stay here. I want to go back and find my sister...."
Hailan’s eyes flickered; the boy seed truly foolish. He couldn’t help but say, "If I promise to help you leave here, would you agree to go?"
The boy nodded vigorously, his eyes glinting with anticipation.
Hailan gritted his teeth, "Okay, we have an agreent. I’ll help you leave here, and you must not tell anyone else, otherwise you’ll never see your sister again."
The boy flinched slightly, understanding the implication, and promptly nodded compliantly.
"Rember, do not tell anyone except us two, got it?" Hailan instructed again.
Once he received the boy’s assurance, seeing Qingyun approaching, he quickly slipped away.
"Young Master?" Qingyun frowned; it seed like he heard soone talking?
The boy held a cricket in his hand, smiling sweetly, and Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, he was just catching crickets.
"Young Master, we should head back."
The boy reluctantly released the cricket, and Qingyun thought to himself, The young master truly is naive and kind.
Yun Miao’s dinner was typically brought to his room by servants, but today Butler Ziyu ca personally, "Madam invites Young Master to dine together, Young Master, please."
It was always like this, an order from above; here, there was only the king and subjects, no mother and son, and certainly no affection.
The mockery in his eyes vanished quickly, and he obediently followed Butler Ziyu to the fifth floor.
The long dining table seed to stretch infinitely like parallel lines; she sat at one end, and he at the other.
The dazzling light of the opulent crystal chandelier reflected throughout the dining room, making it incomparably luxurious. The beautifully arranged dishes on the endless table emitted a cold vibe, devoid of any appetite, leaving only a profound chill.
Across the distance, the woman sat gracefully and elegantly like a queen.
Whenever he glanced at a dish, a maid would promptly serve it onto his plate, granting him the status of a prince.
Yet he felt only utter disgust.
He wished he could leave imdiately.
But he couldn’t, and he forced himself to swallow these cold dishes along with his blood and tears, dignity and hatred.
"How’s the taste?"
No one responded.
She continued speaking to herself.
"You’ve been here a long ti, yet this is our first al together. I thought you didn’t want to see ." Saying this, she laughed sarcastically.
"Perhaps you don’t rember anything...."
Silently, he ate, like a statue.
"Do you miss your sister?" she suddenly asked, her sharp and icy gaze directed at him.
His hand, gripping the knife and fork, paused for just a mont, and he showed no reaction, as if he hadn’t heard her.
"Soon, you siblings will be reunited...." She smiled elegantly and coyly.
After the al, servants filed in, clearing the plates and serving the tea and snacks.
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