Isn’t this love?
After all, she has done so much for him.
The Eighth Princess is probably a woman who doesn’t understand love; she doesn’t know what true love looks like. What she loves is rely her own self-indulgence.
She thinks she has loved, but that’s not the case.
Unfortunately, this truth is sothing she could never comprehend, even if it took her a lifeti.
And now, as she gazes obsessively at Dong Huiying, her first thought is what would Qinghe do if he knew Dong Baowei was still alive?
However, ever since Qinghe left her, she sent many people to find Qinghe’s whereabouts, but there was never any trace or progress.
The person seed to have vanished from the world.
That ugly monster...
No, Dong Baowei is no longer ugly, but why did Qinghe care so much about Dong Baowei back then?
He actually cared about Dong Baowei!
Even drunkenly called out this person’s na...
Such unwavering devotion is sothing she finds hard to understand, even harder to experience.
Yet, this can’t affect the irritation she feels towards Dong Baowei, nor the dissatisfaction deep within her heart.
So she glared at Dong Huiying with a face full of resentnt, as if she wished she could devour Dong Huiying alive.
Dong Huiying quietly clicked her tongue.
"Sister, I haven’t offended you, have I? Why are you glaring at like that?"
All she said was that this person was ill, right?
But honestly, she genuinely believes so. It might not be nice to say... but this person, this Eighth Princess, the things she does, are simply not sothing a normal person would do.
Therefore, she believes the Eighth Princess is sick, definitely ntally ill, and seriously so?
Thinking this way, Dong Huiying looked at the Eighth Princess with deep pity.
"People, you know, it’s better to have so self-awareness. What’s that saying? If you don’t have the skill, don’t take on porcelain work. Otherwise... look at you now, aren’t you the best example?"
She pouted and fully played the role of kicking soone when they’re down, doing everything she could to irritate the Eighth Princess to death.
Just to let her go mad, to let her lose her mind, to let her rage, to let her hurt!
This would be for the best.
...
Dong Huiying squinted, filling with many emotions inside.
In the past, those who were connected to her, how much suffering did they endure, how much hardships did they face because of the Eighth Princess?
Not speaking doesn’t an she doesn’t understand, and it definitely doesn’t an she isn’t aware in her heart.
Petty as she is, she rembers everything. Those dark accounts have long been morized by heart.
The Eighth Princess stared at Dong Huiying for a long ti, mories playing endlessly in her mind.
She once regarded Dong Baowei as an ant.
But little did she know, she turned out to be a complete failure, ultimately so ridiculous in the end.
It turns out, the real ant was her??
A reflection in the water, a dream.
Past glories and fortunes, imperial power—none remain.
Even her own self, even her body has beco so broken and tattered.
This is what is called the end of tis.
Even if she indulges in wild fantasies, she cannot convince herself.
She now knows, today, all things shall return to dust, each to their own place.
The Eighth Princess is filled with desolation.
She suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"My whole life really has beco a joke!"
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