Prince ng was very cautious.
The main reason is that, when facing life and death, human nature is mostly selfish. Besides, Dong Huiying lacks the mories of those years when she lived in the Capital with Ji Jiuhuang.
She rembers so fragnts, but the majority have been forgotten. Even if she forgot a lot, so what if she rembered everything?
Human nature is selfish, people change, and today’s Ninth Sister is no longer the adored Princess she once was. In this situation, if sacrificing Ji Jiuhuang alone could save one’s life, there would likely be few who could resist such an unmatched temptation.
"Let’s go," Dong Huiying gave Prince ng a deep look. How Prince ng feels doesn’t matter. As long as she remains true to her conscience, that’s enough for her. What others think? That’s not important.
"What do you plan to do?" Prince ng stopped Dong Huiying. Dong Huiying’s lips curled up slightly, "What else can I do? It’s not like I’m going to really eat her. I need to survive, that’s enough. But I need her blood; her blood can corroborate so of my thoughts."
Prince ng frowned, "How much?"
"An ounce or two."
Fortunately, it’s not much.
"I’ll handle this, but after taking the blood, I hope you’ll stay away from her."
Dong Huiying didn’t comnt, while Yun Ge showed a look of endurance.
"Don’t worry," Dong Huiying patted Yun Ge’s shoulder, "Speaking of which, I once t an old Nun who said that when the ti cos, this calamity of mine will resolve naturally. Looks like she was quite accurate." She laughed cheerfully, then said, "Let’s leave the palace. Let Prince ng handle the blood-taking; I don’t want to stay in the palace any longer."
Yun Ge hesitated for a mont, "Alright." She tightly pursed her lips, casting a gloomy glance at Prince ng, looking quite confrontational.
Living in the palace requires great caution, a feeling Dong Huiying disliked about the atmosphere here. Besides, it was also because Prince ng had ntioned her man had already arrived in the Capital. Who could have arrived first?
After leaving the palace through a secret passage, in the Prince Mansion. A man sat quietly in a pavilion. Though he appeared calm and quiet, his tall and robust figure was clothed in black, silently wiping a blade.
The Phoenix Snow was heavy, with snowflakes blown by the strong wind into the pavilion, landing on the man’s shoulders. He seed very focused on wiping the knife, yet in truth, he was absent-minded.
There were soft footsteps behind him, and the man alertly turned around, seeing Hong Fei holding an umbrella with Yun Ge supporting an elderly woman as they walked toward him.
He was stunned, and with a clattering sound, he hastily got up, causing the long knife resting on his leg to fall to the ground. He looked at the person, who was an old Nun, and he seed unable to snap out of his daze. However, despite being different from what he expected, her eyes were familiar to him.
"Wife, Wife..." He pursed his lips, his eyes reddening, Liang Haoming persistently looked at her, not daring to blink.
Dong Huiying’s throat choked, and she awkwardly touched her cheek, "I look much different now; do I look ugly?"
He shook his head like a rattle. He strode forward, cupped her hand, looked at her with reddened eyes for a long ti, then suddenly exerted force and pulled her into his arms.
In his eyes, she was always the most beautiful. Even if she was no longer young, even if her looks had faded, what he rembers, what he can recall, is always her most beautiful appearance.
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