My little demon.
Ming Shu scolded in secret.
Had he—or she—gotten their memory back?
Why else would this princess be so proactive?
Seeing more and more people gather together, Ming Shu let go of her. "Now that everything is fine, I may retreat now, Your Highness."
Jing Yu gave a weird look to Ming Shu.
She had not heard Lady speak so respectfully for a long time.
Her Royal Highness was surrounded by her attendants, and soon there was a great distance between them. She seemed to look this way, but seemed not to, either.
Ming Shu turned away. When they came out of the palace gate, Jing Yu said, "Lady, did you kill that assassin?"
She was standing nearby back then. She knew that her lady and the assassin were some distance apart.
"Who do you think killed her?"
Jing Yu had an answer in her heart. But meeting with Ming Shu's smiling eyes, she had to swallow the words coming to her mouth.
