Gu Jiao woke up to find herself lying in a room that was both strange and familiar; strange because it was definitely not her western room, nor was it a courtyard in the Medical Hall.
Familiar because it seemed she had been here before.
"Awake?"
A lukewarm female voice came from the direction of the windowsill.
Gu Jiao turned her head and saw Princess Xinyang, dressed in plain clothes, practicing calligraphy by the window.
Gu Jiao remembered.
This was Princess Xinyang’s room.
So, was she now in the mansion on Vermilion Bird Avenue?
But why was she here? She had no recollection whatsoever.
Princess Xinyang finished a piece of calligraphy, put it aside with satisfaction, and took another sheet to continue: "Long Yi picked you up and insisted on placing you in my bed."
Her tone was unmistakably annoyed.
She used the word "picked up," which suggested Long Yi acted on his own, not at the behest of Princess Xinyang.
Gu Jiao didn’t ask how Long Yi had found her since asking would have been pointless. She said, "Then you could have refused to let him."
"Hmph," Princess Xinyang snorted coldly. "I would have liked to."
Gu Jiao looked down at her clothes, which had been changed, unaware of whom they belonged to.
Princess Xinyang said indifferently, "They’re Yujin’s clothes. Did you think I would give you mine to wear?"
Gu Jiao: How does she know exactly what I’m thinking?
Princess Xinyang spoke again, "Are you a Yan Country death soldier?"
"Huh?" Gu Jiao was startled.
Princess Xinyang said casually, "Covered in blood, yet not a drop of it was your own, don’t tell me you bathed in bloody water."
Gu Jiao asked oddly, "What does that have to do with being a death soldier from Yan Country?"
"It seems you really don’t remember anything." Princess Xinyang finally looked at Gu Jiao properly, but it was only a brief glance before her gaze shifted away indifferently, "The way you looked when you arrived was exactly like a death soldier who lost control. By the way, only Yan Country has death soldiers, and Long Yi is from there too."
Gu Jiao said with absolute certainty, "I am not a death soldier."
Princess Xinyang paused, then nodded, "True, even death soldiers don’t have as strong a murderous aura as you do."
Gu Jiao: "..."
Could you give me a heads up before insulting me?
Gu Jiao’s hand shook, and the chopsticks she had just picked up fell with a start. freewebnøvel.com
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