When I woke up, I had a sharp pain in my head. When I fully regained consciousness, I found myself in a completely unfamiliar room, furnished in a very rudimentary way, except for a half-old table with miscellaneous items piled up on it for daily use.

But the noisy sound from outside the house is extremely familiar, after listening to it for a long time, I finally understand, this is the Yuchun Building where I have stayed for many years, I am still alive!

"Wake up!" The bustard came in through the door, saw my eyes open, and went straight to my bedside. Behind her was Wan'er, who broke the vase that day.

"Oh, poor man!" Mom reached out and stroked the thick bandage on my head, and I couldn't feel the strength of her palm at all because of the bandage: "Such a beauty, just that, just like that...... Ay...... Originally, we were counting on you to soar, but now, everything is in vain! How did you happen to this kind of thing......"

I couldn't tell whether she was complaining or regretting her tone, but there was still a sense of disgust after all.

I thought that assassinating the prince was a dead end, and I was ready to die together, but who knew that a group of people who didn't know what their identity were would also assassinate the prince, and that bastard prince was dead, he really died in my hands, but I was still alive!

Being alive is something I never thought about. My life plan was originally to end with that bastard prince, and I never allowed myself to have any illusions of surviving. And now the script of life is performed according to the established route, but the ending has changed, so I don't know how to face it at all, but I have to face the rest of my life!

The old bustard completely ignored my distraction, she still chattered: "But Mom, I am also a loving and righteous person, I can still take care of your food and accommodation, this is Ping'er's room, in the future, you will live here......"

Her tone was still low, she couldn't hear the slightest warmth, and she didn't have too much comfort and concern, in the Qinglou, there was no need for superfluous hypocrisy between women and women.

She stood by the bed for a while, but finally didn't say anything more, and walked out silently.

I sneered.

"Girl in Tsing Yi, don't be sad, there's Wan'er here, aren't you? Wan'er promises to serve the girl as well as before! Although Wan'er is just a girl who cleans the room, she is not as meticulous as the maids before you, but Wan'er will definitely work hard! ”

She stood on the edge of the bed and said to herself, laughing innocently as she spoke. This girl is a little rough, but she is only twelve or thirteen years old, and in two or three years, her daughter's family will know how to clean up and dress up, and she will definitely be a pleasing little beauty embryo. She looked at me with a determined gaze, a seriousness and persistence that made me feel offended to reject her.

I only helped her once, why did I let her repay me so much kindness, and now I am no different from a waste person who has no ability to live, if others know that I am the murderer who assassinated the prince, let alone her, and even the entire Yuchun Building does not know how much it will be implicated.

I didn't know how to express my gratitude to her, so I just said lightly: "I'm used to being warm and cold......"