chapter 7
The ultimate red and white intertwined before my eyes, mottled and blurred.
On a snowy night, the palace bells rang in unison, the sound of great mourning.
My whole body was ice-cold, and gradually I could neither see nor hear.
The sense of reality in my life faded away with the person in my arms.
In a daze, it seemed someone was cursing and muttering.
“Where did this woman fall from?”
“Protect the Crown Prince! Protect the Crown Prince! There’s an Assassin!”
“Someone is trying to assassinate the Crown Prince!”
The world spun, and I knelt on the ground in disarray.
Chaotic footsteps echoed endlessly.
The Guards raised their spears, surrounding me tightly.
Amidst the glint of blades and swords, I could only see those clear eyes.
The Little Highness, about ten years old, tilted his head.
His eyes were full of curiosity.
“Why did you fall from the sky?”
“Are you the Immortal my Empress Dowager spoke of?”
Holding back tears, I replied softly.
“Yes.”
“I have come for Little Highness.”