Su Yingxue: ???
Is that even possible?
Looking at her own hands, Su Yingxue suddenly felt the urge to reflect on herself—her mother was so formidable, yet how did she end up getting her head smashed by someone else?
"Alright, stop fussing about it. Just lie back down and rest. I assure you, once you're healed, you won't encounter that vexing Ninth Prince in Jiang Du City," Long Shuli rubbed Su Yingxue's head, helping her back to rest.
Su Yingxue lay in bed, but something just didn't feel right.
She always thought that Ninth Prince... was a bit strange.
She had to check on the person who cracked her head open.
Zhilan was dragged away by her in the middle of the night and had no choice but to lead her through a secret path into the palace, "Miss, do you really want to see the Ninth Prince?"
Su Yingxue leaned against the palace wall, nodding earnestly, "Of course, I've lost my memory and can't remember anything. He cracked open my skull, how could I not hold him responsible?"
