Before I could grasp the meaning of her words, I felt a pain in my neck.
Covering my neck, I turned to see a red-clad guard raising his hand, looking surprised: “Not unconscious yet?”
“My neck has always been tough,” I helpfully explained.
The Seventh Princess’s face darkened. She pulled out a sachet from somewhere and pressed it against my nose.
This time, I truly passed out.
When I awoke, touch was the first sense to react. I was on another soft bed.
I breathed a sigh of relief. At least the Seventh Princess hadn’t been cruel enough to throw me in a dark cell for torture.
Then I smelled a deep, rich fragrance.
Ambergris? I relaxed again. At least I was still in the palace.
I opened my eyes. A bright yellow bed curtain, surrounded by golden dragon tassels.
The breath I had just relaxed caught in my throat again. The Seventh Princess hadn’t brought me to the Dragon’s Bed, had she?!
“Awake?” A familiar voice, beautiful yet slightly gloomy.
I stared at the slightly effeminate face before me, opening my mouth but only producing unintelligible sounds. I tried to move and found that except for my eyelids, nothing would budge. Apparently, the Seventh Princess had delivered me like a packaged gift.
“Unexpectedly, my royal sister has sent me a great gift,” the Crown Prince smiled brilliantly. “My lady, should I accept this gift or not?”
The Crown Prince’s face looked somewhat unsightly. He glanced at me and said coldly, “Don’t think he can take you away.” Then he stood up, put on an outer robe, and walked outside the hall.
I strained my ears and could vaguely hear the conversation outside.
“…Does the Prince know the whereabouts of my wife?”
“How could… she be missing?”
I was feeling anxious. An Jin, An Jin, I’m right here, come and take me away quickly!
But obviously, An Jin did not hear my inner voice.
“Does the Prince really not know where my wife has gone?”
“I do not know.” The Crown Prince’s voice was steady. I was indignant; the Crown Prince was indeed lying without even a tremor in his voice!
