I couldn’t help but twist my mouth, laughing awkwardly: “Don’t joke around. You’re the lord of Jing Yue Country, and I’m just a commoner. How could we possibly know each other?”
“Three years ago, this king saved you by the stream. You said you would always follow me.”
But at that time, this king was rushing back to Jing Yue and couldn’t bring you along. This king promised to come back and find you. Have you really forgotten all of this?”
Three years ago?
Qing Han also sneaked into the prince’s mansion three years ago, attempting to steal a jade pendant. Could they have come together?
“Remember now?”
Seeing my thoughtful expression, Lan Qiye couldn’t help but ask.
I am Fei Xiao Ran, not Yan Ximo. How could I have her memories? So I could only shake my head blankly: “Sorry, I really don’t remember something from so long ago.”
“Of course!”
Lan Qiye said sarcastically: “Now you’re only thinking about your prince, about becoming the prince’s consort. How could you possibly remember your promise to this king!”
“However, something this king has set his eyes on will not be easily let go…”
“What exactly do you want?” I immediately looked at him uneasily.
Lan Qiye curved his lips wickedly, laughing coldly: “Don’t worry. This king just wants you to know who truly cares about you and is worth cherishing. This king wants to show you, when faced with kingdom or beauty, which one he will choose.”
“Must you do this?”
I bit my lip, looking straight at him: “I’m just an ordinary woman, not worth causing tension between two countries. I believe your visit to Cheng Yin this time is definitely not just a simple diplomatic mission, right?”
…
Deliberately toying with me.
Lan Qiye seemed determined, his face cold: “This king has his own plans.”
“You just wait and watch the show. Don’t worry about anything else!”
“This involves me. How can I not care?”
Lan Qiye pulled at the corner of his mouth, his tone mocking: “Are you afraid now?”
“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?” I laughed as if hearing a joke.
