Questions sur les chansons d'amour

Chapitre 33

How could such a small act of stealing lead to such a mistake? My luck is absolutely off the charts today.

I was completely exasperated. I scrambled to my feet, awkwardly raising my hands with a forced smile. "Don't get excited, don't get excited, I'm not an assassin, really not."

The glint of the swords reflected in my eyes was so bright it was hard to open them. I raised my hand to shield my eyes, and could only see a figure in silver armor. I widened my fingers a little more and could see a silver helmet with a pair of sharp, proud eyes looking at me coldly.

Wow, it's that silver-helmeted marshal.

Unfortunately, we can't see what it looks like.

I muttered something to myself, then instinctively covered my mouth. Meeting a pair of eyes that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling, I thought, "God, what did I say?"

Chapter 81 Unlucky

The silver-helmeted marshal sheathed his sword, which was pointing at me, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking at the beautiful women," I answered naturally. Then, remembering my purpose, I quickly peeked out and looked behind the silver-helmeted marshal. And then, I froze.

Her face was like a lotus flower just emerging from the water, her eyebrows like silver crescent moons, her teeth like silver, her hair as black as ebony, and her hands like bamboo shoots in the forest.

So beautiful!

Hearing a soft cough, I realized that the princess was already blushing from my stare, but she didn't seem annoyed. She stood there calmly and asked the silver-helmeted marshal, "Brother Cheng, what's going on?"

"Princess, don't worry, it's alright," the silver-helmeted marshal replied. "Princess, please rest."

After saying that, he took a big step forward, grabbed my arm, and dragged me down.

After getting off the carriage, I realized that everyone had stopped and all eyes were fixed on one direction: on me, a lowly soldier dressed in the uniform of the Tianxing Kingdom who dared to sneak up onto the princess's carriage to peek.

The soldiers of Dawei looked indignant. The soldiers of Tianxing were disappointed in them, their eyes filled with nothing but eggs, tomatoes, rotten bones, and broken bricks.

My lips twitched.

No, it's not that serious, is it? It was just a peek at what Princess Dawei looked like, wasn't it?

Besides, I came here to watch the excitement, how did I end up being the center of attention?

An arm landed on my shoulder, and a calm, collected voice rang out, "I apologize, Marshal. This is my personal attendant. He is ignorant of etiquette and dared to peek at the princess's face. I hope the Marshal and the princess will forgive him."

This matter could be a big deal or a small deal, depending on whether this dead marshal is willing to give up the pursuit.

I stood between the two, my eyelashes lowered, but my ears perked up, eager to see Marshal Dawei's reaction. He was silent for a moment before finally speaking, "What are you doing here?"

Well--

They neither said they would pursue the matter further, nor did they say they wouldn't. What does that mean? And it seems like they were referring to me?

I looked up.

Look at the dead fox, look at the silver-helmeted marshal, not a single person uttered a sound.

What do you mean? Are you asking about my purpose? You don't still think of me as an assassin, do you?

"Of course not, that marshal, you can see for yourself, right? Once you see that I have no martial arts skills whatsoever, you'll naturally believe it."

I smiled, my eyes crinkling, looking utterly innocent, kind, and harmless. "Um, well, how about we go first... uh, they're waiting for us in the city."

The light fell to one side.

Mo Yu remained expressionless.

Chapter 83 Do you have evidence?

I forced a sweet smile and said, "Marshal, you're joking. Is that true? I don't remember it." I looked completely bewildered and innocent.

"Do you have any evidence? Do you have any evidence? Do you have any evidence? If you do, then show it to me. It's immoral to frame someone." I blinked, then blinked again, looking at him with a smile, my eyes full of pleasure.

Cheng Jue choked, and then I heard a thud of jaws dropping.

"Does seeing it with your own eyes count?" Cheng Jue's voice was neither hurried nor angry.

"Of course not. The princess is pure and virtuous, a perfect match for the crown prince. Anyone trying to frame her or sabotage her will naturally spread rumors. So, you can't believe everything people say… By the way, has anyone seen her? Has anyone?" I asked innocently and humbly. "Lord Ji, have you seen her? Lord Li, what about you?"

The person I asked quickly waved their hand, "No, no."

"No, no."

"Oh," I nodded, shrugged at Cheng Jue, and grinned.

Cheng Jue remained silent, his face hidden behind a mask, his eyes deep and unfathomable, with a strange glint in them. "Heh heh heh," he chuckled, turning to the officials of Tianxing, "My lords, we cannot keep your emperor waiting any longer. Let us enter the palace."

The others were naturally eager to have it, and so, in the blink of an eye, everyone had disappeared.

I stood there alone, and suddenly remembered the small ornament I had seen on Cheng Jue's waist earlier, half-exposed outside her belt. It was a black owl, its head tilted arrogantly. In an instant, it seemed to recognize me.

I stood there, lost in thought.

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The capital city of Tianxing was cold under the night sky, bathed in the soft moonlight. Pedestrians hurried by, and a faint orange glow emanated from every house. On the shore of Huaihu Lake, there stood an ancient tree over a hundred years old, as thick as four or five people could encircle it. Its trunk had become crooked many years ago, growing horizontally across the lake, its branches and leaves spreading out gracefully, like a natural diving platform.

I sat on this ancient, natural tree, listening casually to Kim Jong-un's report, while taking off my shoes and socks. I leisurely dipped my feet into the cool lake water, playfully disturbing the shimmering stars and moonlight on the water, before closing my eyes and smilingly enjoying the rare coolness of summer. Wow, so comfortable!

Kim Jong-un looked away somewhat awkwardly, his face slightly flushed. After regaining his composure, he continued speaking.