After Wen Yiyue left, Xing Yuan still kept her head in the shadows, her heart filled with extreme rage and insecurity. Did her sister now dislike her?
Tian Ling sensed its master's unstable emotions and quickly rushed over from a distance, nuzzling its master affectionately.
Xing Yuan's gaze was dark as she stroked the back of Tian Ling's neck, her movements repetitive. The scene, which might appear heartwarming to others, sent shivers down Tian Ling's spine.
Why did it feel so chilling, as if it were on the verge of death?
"Tian Ling! Tell me, can my illness be cured?" Xing Yuan's expression was hidden in the darkness, and Tian Ling could see nothing.
Tian Ling cautiously probed, "Perhaps... no?"
Xing Yuan laughed, her voice growing louder, tinged with a hint of madness. She declared with conviction, "Yes! It can't be cured! That way, she'll have to stay by my side to treat me!"
Tian Ling felt the danger gradually recede and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although it could be revived through their contract if it died in the small world, as long as its master willed it, it absolutely did not want to experience death.
Tian Ling cautiously looked at its master, whose emotions were clearly affected by her condition. Adhering to the principle of "letting others die before oneself," it once again snuck away. It would be better to return when its master was more lucid.
In the following days, every time Wen Yiyue came for treatment, Xing Yuan appeared to be exceptionally well-behaved, dressed neatly as if she were going out.
When Wen Yiyue looked at Xing Yuan with a puzzled expression, Xing Yuan would return a look of innocence. She no longer had an episode in front of Wen Yiyue, but only Tian Ling could clearly see that Xing Yuan's condition had worsened.
It was just that her episodes were more obvious before, but now she had learned to control the timing of her relapses. Only in the dead of night would she indulge in them without restraint.
After each episode, she would make Tian Ling, the workhorse, clean up the mess. As the ruler of a kingdom, Xing Yuan had plenty of resources, and Tian Ling managed to pilfer a few things without drawing much attention.
Therefore, to outsiders, it seemed that their Highness's condition had improved recently, and recovery was just around the corner.
Wen Yiyue felt that something was amiss, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. Although she considered herself skilled in medicine, she was still far inferior to her father in this regard. Her true forte was actually hypnosis!
Wen Yiyue didn't believe she could achieve such results in just a few days when her father couldn't cure the illness. Therefore, she dedicated even more attention to Xing Yuan's treatment.
Xing Yuan was delighted by this and acted even more obedient in front of Wen Yiyue, appearing as a well-behaved and adorable young girl.
One day, the detective Wen Yiyue had hired finally delivered the news. After paying the reward, Wen Yiyue combined her memories from her past life with the information she had gathered, piecing together the truth in her mind.
A hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. She was by no means a kind and benevolent person. Since she had decided to protect Xing Yuan, she would handle certain matters for her. The little princess should remain pure and untouched within her palace.
"Master, Master, something's happened!" In the middle of the night, Tian Ling suddenly cried out in panic.
"That person who caused the original host's entire family's demise is dead!" Tian Ling felt a growing unease. Its master had been in a bad mood recently and hadn't had a chance to deal with that person yet. How could they be dead now?
Heavenly Dao, it was sorry for the earnest instructions given at its departure! Normally, its master would at least follow the general plotline, but now the entire story had gone completely awry.
"Isn't it good that they're dead? It saves me the trouble," Xing Yuan yawned, her voice laced with impatience.
"But... this means that someone outside the plot might have appeared. Originally, they weren't supposed to die now." The plots they received always focused on important characters, and this was the first time an important character's outcome deviated from the script.
"Mm! I know! I'll go ask tomorrow how they died." Xing Yuan grabbed Tian Ling, who was nattering beside her, and tossed it away.
Da Bai, resting on the blanket, lazily opened its eyes, glanced, and then closed them again, unfazed.
Hmph, it was showing off by sleeping on the bed because it was younger. Now it's being disliked by the master!
Tian Ling tumbled in the air before landing perfectly. However, it dared not provoke its master further and found a spot to lie down.
Meanwhile, Wen Yiyue was leisurely wiping her slightly reflective glasses in the restroom, washing her fair, jade-like fingers.
Heh! These so-called nobles these days were truly confident! They thought a few bodyguards could ensure their safety, unaware that sometimes, they would perish at the hands of those very bodyguards they looked down upon but were forced to employ.
Many people didn't know that her greatest skill was hypnosis, which she had perfected to an astonishing degree.
As long as she knew what a person desired and their inner weaknesses, she could easily invade their minds, manipulate, and control them.
She remembered the first time she used this ability was because of the nanny who only put on a show. Whenever her father was away on business, the nanny became the mistress of the house.
She detested the nanny and used hypnosis to kill her, but no one discovered it. Just as she told her father that the nanny had abused her, no one believed that a child like her had committed murder.
In everyone's eyes, she was merely suicidal. This time would be no different; they would never suspect her.
"This is too much! Although Yue Zhichen, he's usually unreliable, he's still Your Majesty's grandnephew. Now that he's died in such a place, where will your reputation be?" a middle-aged man sobbed tearfully to Yue Tang Qing, his demeanor utterly tragic.
He was the son of Yue Tang Qing's sister and, due to Yue Tang Qing's influence, no one dared to offend this "little tyrant."
He had only this one precious son, whom he had doted on excessively. Now that he had suddenly died outside, it was akin to the sky collapsing for him.
"Enough! What's with all this crying? How many times have I told you to properly discipline Zhi Chen and stop him from associating with those disreputable people all day? Now that something has happened, are you satisfied?"
Yue Tang Qing glared at his equally unseemly nephew, his face etched with worry. This year had been particularly eventful, first with his daughter's situation, and now his grandnephew.
"Tell me! What exactly happened? Don't try to hide anything from me. If the palace guards can't find the murderer, don't blame them for not trying their best," Yue Tang Qing said sternly, rubbing his temples.
Yue Hua Liu wiped away his tears and began to recount the events, his voice choked with sobs.
"That child Zhi Chen had a wild nature and never married. Later, he frequented those places. I discovered it that day, and in a fit of anger, he went again."
"Who would have thought that his going there would lead to eternal separation?" By the end, Yue Hua Liu appeared on the verge of fainting.