She stared at Lu Ming deeply: "My royal uncle, that man who has the same name, the same face as you, sentenced me to death by poisoning under the pretext of bewitching the kingdom!"
By the time Jing Yiren finished, her voice was so hoarse and shaky, a tear slid down her cheek, splashing onto Lu Ming's hand.
It burned like fire against his skin.
"..."
Lu Ming's heart suddenly trembled, and he fell into silence.
He pulled her into his arms, his large hand gently stroking up and down her spine.
In Lu Ming's dreams, he never saw how the princess died, only knowing that she was indeed dead.
Even though the hints Jing Yiren gave him were inconsistent, Lu Ming had an underlying feeling that the princess in his dreams was Jing Yiren….
Jing Yiren suddenly looked up as if something had just occurred to her.
"Uncle! I didn't dislike the phoenix tiara you gave me!"
"..." Lu Ming waited for her to continue.
