Chapter Seven: Yuanyang Leaves

  Following Mu Beichen, Xia Tong walked barefoot to his study and her feet were already freezing. As soon as she entered the room, she hastily stomped her feet on the carpet nonstop in order to warm herself up a bit.

  Look at her like that, Mu Beichen just glanced at her and said: "This is the king's study room, you can stay here for one night first, and return to Liuli Pavilion tomorrow."

  "Ah! Going back to Luliu Pavilion again?"

  As soon as Xia Tong heard those three words, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had seen again the round and unblinking eyes of her past life, filled with sorrow and resentment.

  Looking at Mu Bei Chen, "Can't you just not come back?"

  "Don't forget, you are the king's noble consort, the Luli princess of Lijing! Why don't you live in the Luli Pavilion?" Mu Beichen raised an eyebrow and looked at Xiaotong with a deeper meaning: "If one day you are no longer the Luli princess in people's eyes, then you won't need to live in the Luli Pavilion, and there will be no need for you to exist in this world!"

  Every word pierced through Xiaotong like an arrow, she was shocked and her whole body felt cold. It turned out that she had been living on by borrowing the identity of Princess Luli, if one day Princess Luli became irrelevant, then he would have no reason to let her continue living!

  This man will kill himself sooner or later!

  The carved flower door was lightly closed, and Xia Tong raised her head. In front of her, Mu Beichen's figure had already disappeared, he had left!

  Wore the inner garment sent by Mu Beichen's people, spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning on the bed until the sky was bright before falling asleep with his head buried in the pillow.

  "Princess! Princess!"

  Someone was softly calling in my ear amidst the daze.

  He murmured and turned over in bed, then continued sleeping.

  "Princess! Princess!"

  There were two hands gently pushing on her body.

  Princess?

  Xiatong suddenly remembered the events of last night, immediately opened her eyes, and what entered her line of sight was a delicate-faced girl with double braids similar to her own age. She carefully looked at her, frowning as if afraid of being blamed, and when she saw that she had woken up, she smiled lightly and said: "Princess, you finally woke up, or else the sun would have fallen again!"

  She glanced at the window, where the sun was approaching noon, and thought for a moment. Now, only people from Lǐ Guó could call her "princess"! Those who could be so close to her must be her personal maids! But she didn't even know what their names were, yet she couldn't ask them directly! Because last night, Mù Běi Chén had already warned her: the day your identity is exposed is also the day you lose your value. People who have lost their value only have one path to take in his eyes - death!

  Having seen many cross-dressing shows, Xia Tong didn't need to think much and knew that Mu Bei Chen meant this!

  Just thinking about how to deal with this maid, fortunately before Xiaotong opened her mouth, the maid had already taken the initiative to bring over the clothes and said with a smile: "Princess, it seems that the king likes you very much, he ordered me to bring clothes to the study early in the morning to serve you!"

  Wow! It turns out that Mu Bei Chen had already made all the arrangements, no wonder this maid didn't feel surprised when she saw her appear in the study early in the morning!!

  Xiatong didn't respond, got out of bed, stretched her arms and let her put on that complicated ancient costume.

  After dressing up, the girl took a step back, admired herself for a moment, then smoothed out her collar and smiled: "The princess is indeed the number one beauty of Lǐguó, even Qinglí can't take his eyes off you, let alone Běi Wángyé from Nán Guó!"

  Xia Tong chewed on her words, getting this information from her proud tone: Her previous life, Princess Luli of the country of Li was the number one beauty, and now this maid who dressed her up was called Qingli!

  "Dust, are you here?"

  A soft voice asked, and a beautiful woman with a delicate face pushed open the carved flower door and stepped inside!