After Lan Xian Xia had calmed down, her supposed grandfather, Xiao Ning, and herself had sat down to discuss some of the memories she must've lost in her amnesiac state.
"Wait, you're saying that I have a psycho uncle, an unknown mother, a dead father... and other then the Emperor and his family, WE'RE the most powerful family. Also, the emperor is a total pervert with thirty-five wives and only five kids."
"You're also engaged to the third princess, sweetie," Her grandfather says gently, in fear of the upcoming tantrum from his granddaughter.
To his surprise, however, instead of getting angry, like she usually did when he brought up the topic, she had just sat there, calmly, looking thoughtful.
"Grandfather," she started slowly, "I am a girl... but earlier, you said that everyone else thinks that I'm a boy.... and I'm also engaged to the third princess... does this mean I crossdress?"
"Sweetie, you have to, if you didn't, then that old pervert emperor would force you to marry him," her grandfather stated calmly, "You're already showing the signs of becoming a great beauty, and that disgusting old man would want to have you as one of his wives in the future. But don't worry, when you grow up, you'll definitely have the choice of free marriage..... as long as he is a dependable man, handsome, loyal and skilled, like Xiao Ning."
"But I'm gay, remember? That was one of the requirements for the bodyguards so no one could hook up with your granddaughter and get her pregnant..." Xiao Ning said softly. Nevertheless, Lan Xian Xia and her grandfather had heard him clearly.
"COUGH COUGH.... I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. I AM DEFINITELY NOT AN OVERPROTECTIVE GRANDFATHER. I CERTAINLY WON'T KILL ANY MAN WHO LOOKS AT HER....." her Grandfather yelled in a rush, then left the room because of embarrassment.
Xiao Ning and Lan Xian Xia just looked on and smirked softly. Then, Lan Xian Xia looked at Xiao Ning and asked, "Can you tell me more about this psycho uncle of mine?"
"Of course, Master Xia Lan-"
"Wait- Xia Lan is my name?"
"Yes, Master. Did you forget that too?"
"Yeah, I forgot, now tell me about this psycho uncle."
"Well, his name is Xia Han. He's 19, exactly seven years older than you. He was originally sane, but when your dad, his only sibling, died when he was eight years old, he started to hallucinate. He would talk to people who weren't there. He would also randomly get very angry and break things. He can still communicate normally. But now, he acts like a kid. It's like he's detached from reality. He always mutters something about spirits too."
"Can I see him?" 'It looks like he developed schizophrenia after his brother's death. Maybe I can treat him, after all, I was a successful psychologist in my past life, right?'
"Master, you'd better not, he doesn't really like you."
'Well, he can see spirits, can't he? Since the original owner is dead, then he must like me, I'm a different spirit.'
With this reasoning, she said "It's ok, I still want to meet him. I have a feeling that he'll start to like me."
"...Alright"
Xiao Ning had told 'Xia Lan' to change clothes because her uncle won't meet anyone with red robes on.
*****
When Xiao Ning and 'Xia Lan' had arrived at her uncle's courtyard, they saw a young man run around, laughing. Xiao Ning had left the young miss and her uncle so they could talk privately. When Xiao Ning had left, her uncle had stopped running and looked at the space above his niece. Then, he began to speak.
"The real Xia Lan is dead, isn't she?" he says softly, "And you're actually a woman older than me, right? Your spirit seems nice."
'He actually can see spirits' she thought 'And even though I want to kill him for his comment, I really am a woman older than him'
"OK, look, your niece is long gone. I am a 27-year-old woman, you're right. And my real name is Lan Xian Xia." Lan Xian Xia told him all of this because she didn't think that he would believe her story.
"Oh." he said calmly, "Well, Ms. Lan, do you want to live in Xia Lan's body properly?"
*****
My friend asked me to mention her name here since she doesn't actually believe that I'm the one who wrote this, so here it is:
SUMAYA RAHMAN
Also, I saw some other authors do this, so I'm going to shamelessly copy that idea. Basically, they would ask their readers a question, and the reader would answer in the comments. So, today's question is: What's your favorite color?
(Mine's Pale Pink)