Chương 8: Is She An Enemy or Ally?

"Sister!"

Hongyue turned to see a petite and refined girl moving towards her. She inwardly frowned. Seeing such a bright and elegant beauty, how can Hongyue hate her? While she inherited the memories, she didn't obtain the emotions, so Hongyue didn't understand the past all that well.

Sirens were natural killers; they don't have attachment nor emotions, so she couldn't completely relate to it. It was just a small of her heart that still felt alive after all she also half-human. In her past life, she was isolated. So by watching the other party, she pretended to feel what feelings to please them. Hongyue stared earnestly, from the memories, the two sisters didn't interact with each other for 10 years or so.

How would the eldest sister like that react?

Hongyue looked down and continued pretended to be a stupid fool.

"Yue'er," Lan'er called out softly to her eldest sister, her heart dripping in disappointment. Her sister didn't seem to recognize her.

"Third Sister Lan," Hongyue returned back.

Lan'er could feel hot tears beginning to spill over.

"No, you used to call me Little Lan, " The third miss murmured softly.

Hongyue gazed up at her third sister and innocently blinked her eyes.

"Third Miss, she's an idiot. There's no point in telling her." A maid by Hongyue's side answered snidely.

Lan'er flinched. Yes, it was her fault that this sister of hers became an idiot. She glared at the maid with ice-cold eyes. She stepped forward and slapped the maid hard.

"Do you not know your place? How dare you called my sister an idiot!"

Hongyue watched, her emotions slightly complicated. Was this sister genuinely caring for her or pretending? What the maid said was a common thing all the servants liked to say. For her third sister to hear this, should make her happy unless she's pretending and just wanted to hit her maid right in of her to maintain her pure and kind image.

Hongyue pretended to stumble and fell to the ground. Right away, Lan'er looked over and hurried toward Hongyue.

Hongyue looked down, covering her eyes with her long lashes. En, this third sister of hers, was genuine towards this useless nobody.

"Yue'er! Are you okay?" The third miss asked frantically.

Hongyue stumbled back to her feet.

"T-third sister...," She whispered weakly, "You're hurt."

Lan'er stared at the bleeding finger that Hongyue pointed to, it was the finger Lan'er purposefully cut with the thorns of the rose. The third miss's eyes turned cold.

It's my reminder, she thought, to protect you.

"I'm fine," Lan'er replied and stared at her eldest sister.

It had been at least ten years.

They really mistreated her.

Lan'er felt her heart slowly chilling with guilt.

"Let us go."

Inside his hall, the general nervously tended to the Crown Prince, who was making it difficult for him.

"What are you plotting?" The prince finally asked.

Both partners in crime froze.

The general coughed, "Mei, my love, go get more tea."

"No, have her stay." The Crown Prince took a slow sip of tea, fanning himself. His eyes narrowed.

The tea really is cold, more than that, ice cold.

He clearly saw steam drifting from the surface and from the pot before. He set the cup down and smiled broadly at the concubine.

"Madam Mei, you were so loud before, tell me exactly what you were trying to do," The Crown Prince gibed at the concubine.

The concubine seized the arms of her seat tightly. Her knuckles were turning white. How was she going to answer him?

She finally opened her mouth, "I was worried your highness would be burn-"

The prince interrupted her, "But it's clearly cold."

Concubine Mei couldn't answer him. What was this? She obviously planned it carefully. The inside of the pot was metal, and so was the cup. There should be no way that brat could have handled it that calmly. A slight touch would have burned her. Did she know beforehand? Blah, that wretch was merely an idiot what could she do even if she knew?

Her mind was spinning fiercely, the servants, yes, the servants. They betrayed her.

" Both the First Miss and Third Miss are here," A servant reported to the general.

The general beamed, "Good, good, let them in."

"Lan'er greets mother. Lan'er greets father." Lan'er spoke gently as she greeted the two.

"Good child, come here. This is the Crown Prince." The general beckoned to the third miss. The general gazed back at Hongyue.

"Eldest miss is tired. Send her back. Quickly, go clear the table," He commented.

Hongyue pretended to follow the servants out dumbly. In front of her, the servants walked quickly, eyeing her with disgust. Someone tripped her, and Hongyue used the chance to shove the servant in front of her.

Both of them screamed as the pot of tea flew up in the air. The leftover tea splattered against the brick wall, and the servants quickly reorganized, leaving her sitting on the ground.

"Quickly, leave the idiot here, who told her to slip? Fool, you better explain to Third Madam Mei how you dropped her cherished pot on the ground. Hmph."

The servants laughed gleefully, ridiculing her.

Hongyue lowered her head, hiding her cold eyes. There was no need to act against them yet. As the servants departed, Hongyue raised her eyes and stared at the wet wall.

An evil grin fanned out on her face.