In Zhuang Wanqin's mind, Xu Ruqing's current performance is tantamount to madness. He has reached the point where his mind is confused in order to find the prince, and he can't even tell the difference between people.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, good."

Zhuang Wanqin stretched out her right hand and patted Xu Ruqing's forehead gently, as if she was coaxing a child. The inclusive gaze in her eyes made Xu Ruqing seem to see the original prince. The woman who treats everyone around her as if she were her most precious thing.

His hands trembled a little, and he unconsciously put his hand on Zhuang Wanqin's face and touched her beating eyelids.

It's true, she's not dead, she's standing alive in front of herself!

"Alright, I guess you've recovered too. Today's time is considered to have been scrapped by you, forgive you for forgiving, and I don't care about how much there is. But you must know that if you dare to reveal a word about my appearance, don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

What else do you say that you are the same as that prince, and you don't want to think about the way that prince behaves, is that something you will do?

After saying this, Zhuang Wanqin left next to Xu Ruqing and walked towards her courtyard.

It's just that after seeing Zhuang Wanqin's figure flashing away, the last doubt in his heart was dispelled.

Presumably she was the one who rescued him from Yang Liufeng's men that day, and that day, he really saw her light skills.

That's his prince at all!

Looking at Zhuang Wanqin's departing back, Xu Ruqing unconsciously took his own steps to follow. And he didn't know why, he didn't dare to let Zhuang Wanqin know that he was following her.

It's just that it's useless for him to be sure that this is the prince, what can she do if she doesn't admit him?

I don't know what she went through, but it seems that she has no impression of herself at all.

But that's not a reason for her to forget about them altogether!

Zhuang Wanqin hurriedly came to the room and vigorously closed the door. Her breathing was a little heavy, her mind was confused, and it didn't feel like it was real.

If only one or two people said that they were the prince of that Nan Kingdom, she might say that it was just a coincidence, but now that there are three, four, or even more people who say that they are that person, she can no longer ignore this matter!

She ran to her desk and frantically pulled out the pile of information about the prince buried under the scroll. Even if she scattered the books that she usually regarded as treasures, she didn't care.

The cold wind blew in through the window, turning over the pile of documents one by one. Zhuang Wanqin wanted to hold them down and stop them from continuing to roll out of the table, but because of her scramble, she only grabbed one.

On that piece of paper, the prince's smile pierced her heart.

single-handedly set up the banner of Nanguo; rescued Zhuang Wanyan from Zhuhua; solved the carved army that trapped many soldiers; ruled for two or three years, but gave up the throne to his twin sister......

The deeds of that prince floated past Zhuang Wanqin's eyes little by little, and the yellow paper and black letters made her mind completely empty.

The woman in the smiling portrait seems to be facing herself, just like she usually tolerates others. Although the two of them were not the same at all, she knew that in some places, they were so similar!

Oh, the mark on my chest!

Zhuang Wanqin tore the clothes on her body indiscriminately, completely forgetting that her window was not related. Also, there is a chance that someone will show up outside.

However, this is impossible to happen in Zhuang Wanqin's heart, after all, she said when she moved to Gongzi's Mansion that no one can enter her courtyard without her permission. So, it can be said that there is no one else in her yard except her.

The cloak on her body had already been hung on the hanger next to her when she entered her room, and now she was wearing nothing more than a coat. And the coat was quickly thrown to the ground by her.

Next was the middle coat, and soon only a belly pocket remained.

A cold wind blew outside, coating her with goosebumps. She rubbed her white arms and stomped twice to the bed inside.

The quilt on the bed made her feel a little warm, and her heart calmed down a little at this time, and while untying her belly pocket, she lifted the quilt and drilled inside.

After confirming it again, the scar was just under the tip of the heart. The slightly raised marks that are different from the skin color around her seem to witness what kind of life she once didn't know.

The scar, which Xuan Yi said was the reason for her coma, was that she hit the stone.

Originally, she believed Xuanyi's words, but now, the more she looked at the scar, the more it looked like a knife wound.

She gently stroked it, feeling its slight bulge, imagining that she was the prince. At the last moment, he plunged his short sword into his heart......

It's just that there can be such a dislocation, and she also wants to find a way to live.

As a general, he naturally knows how to kill with one sword. Naturally, I also know how to get my golden cicada out of its shell.

The short sword that had been with him all day was next to the pillow, Zhuang Wanqin fumbled and took it into his hand, and observed the patterns on its body for a while. After a while, he put the blade of the sword on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly.

That's right, it smells of blood.

It's a pity that I don't know which one is my own. Or perhaps, not at all?

But in the deepest part of her heart, there was still a voice telling her, that's right, you are the prince, you used this short sword in vain to escape from Zhuang Wanyan's control!

The sword body glowed with cold light, but in Zhuang Wanqin's eyes, it was as warm as jade. After all, this is something she has always carried with her, and it is said that it was left to her by her mother. It may also be for this reason that Zhuang Wanqin likes short swords very much, and often raises some short swords to collect.

Dagger......

Zhuang Wanqin suddenly felt a sudden pain in her brain, and the face of a little girl flashed. She held a short sword in her hand and swung it wildly. I really liked the style of the short sword, and then, without feeling it, she stepped forward.

"Lord, look at this little girl, she, she...... Rest assured, this short sword is custom-made by you, and it will be handed over to you personally! ”

Me? When did I have this man make a short sword?

Before she could figure out the situation, the picture suddenly changed to her fighting the little girl who wanted to grab the sword. Seeing that she was about to lose for the first time, she punched it.