Chapter 32
Feng Jiao Xue had just settled down, the weariness of the day pressing on her shoulders, when Huang Jin De’s calm but insistent voice echoed in her mind. "Jiao Xue you need to put on your disguise. Someone’s coming this way"
"What?" Feng Jiao Xue’s eyes immediately snapped open with a frown as she sprang to sit up on her bed.
"You have a guest. And not just any guest, it’s the crown prince." Huang Jin De informed her.
"You’ve gotta be kidding me. We both just returned to the capital. Why is he coming here directly?" She groaned softly, already dreading the implications. Quickly, she began her routine. Pulling out a simple, worn robe, she donned her carefully constructed disguise. Her complexion took on a pale, almost sickly pallor, her posture slumped slightly to radiate vulnerability, and she arranged her hair to look unkempt but not untidy enough to raise suspicion.
Yin Xiao, her ever-loyal friend who was finally out of the space ring could only look at her wronged as he was ushered into a hide back into the ring.
Before Feng Jiao Xue could finish adjusting her appearance, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
The door creaked open, and in stepped the servant, a young woman with a glimmer of cruel amusement in her eyes. Her gaze swept over Feng Jiao Xue, lingering a moment too long on her disheveled attire and frail, sickly appearance. "Young miss," she purred, her voice thick with false sweetness, "The crown prince has arrived. He’s waiting to see you."
Feng Jiao Xue’s lips parted in a soft, meek smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice almost a whisper.
Briefly, she wondered how her old servant ended up before she found herself not caring. Smoothering a feignt smirk of her lips as a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes, it’s not her problem anymore.
The servant took a step back, but her eyes never left Feng Jiao Xue. A flicker of disdain crossed her face before she spoke again, the words dripping with mockery. "You know," she murmured just loud enough to be heard, "if you put as much effort into yourself as you do in being a good for nothing to be this weak, maybe you wouldn’t be stuck in this miserable state. Pathetic."
Feng Jiao Xue’s heart clenched, her chest tightening with a storm of emotions for the half of her soul. It didn’t settle in before. To her, the assassin and the young miss version of her where two different entities but the time she had spent in this world was enough for her to properly settle and acknowledge the fact that they are one and the same. She wanted to lash out, to throw the cruel woman’s words back in her face, but she forced her expression to remain neutral. Anger wouldn’t help her now.