Crossing the Palace Fighting Fox Harem

Chapter 298: Love

There had been rumors about An's poisoning in the palace for a long time, but no one had investigated it. No one knew the truth, so they didn't dare to speak out. Three years had passed like a flood, washing away all the past right and wrong. Now, apart from a few people involved, I'm afraid only the Kang family knew the truth.

After the beautiful women exchanged their identities, no one around them discovered the secret. Even those who were close to them, such as Kang Xiaorong, felt that they were a little different from before, but they only thought that it was caused by the trauma left after the execution and did not expose their wounds. Therefore, the fact that they exchanged their identities was concealed.

Not long ago, on the day when Ji Anni was ordered by the Queen Mother to be confined to Wenhuayuan, there was a conversation between Hua Rong and Kang Xiaorong.

Huarong said that even her father Xi Jinde had mistaken her for Yuemao, and asked Kang Xiaorong if he would confuse the two sisters.

At that time, Kang Xiaorong answered confidently that of course I could tell the difference.

It was his full confidence that stabbed Hua Rong fiercely. Kang Xiaorong's solemn words, in fact, to Hua Rong's ears, were just a joke full of irony.

He said he could tell the difference, but in fact, he had been wrong for three years and had never realized it...

If he could tell, why had he never doubted Hua Rong's true identity in these three years?

He can't even tell who he loves, so how can he talk about love?

During these three years, Hua Rong has been living in her own lies. The funny thing is that no one around her doubted her identity.

Even Kang Xiaorong, who should have been most suspicious of her identity, did not doubt it.

Sometimes, in the dead of night, Huarong lay quietly in bed, looking at the beautiful night sky with twinkling stars outside the window, and suddenly felt confused and didn't know who she was. No one questioned her current identity, and no one called her previous name. Gradually, even she herself felt that the previous Yuemao had long died in her body.

Three years ago on the execution ground, when the blade fell before her eyes, she had already given up her original life.

The smelly blood washed away her past and gave her a chance to be reborn.

When she stepped down from the execution platform, she was no longer her former self, but another reborn soul.

In order to fulfill her sister's last wish, she can completely abandon herself and continue to live as the reborn "Hua Rong".

But no one except herself can understand the pain of living a lie.

A lot of this pain was brought to him by Kang Xiaorong. His love for her, no, his love for "Hua Rong", was the root of his unbearable pain. The word "love" was harsh, like a sharp sarcasm, mocking her and Kang Xiaorong himself.

Even though she has been tortured by the word "love" to the point of being in a trance, she still has to continue pretending to be beautiful - because this is her sister's wish.

Because this is my promise.

Kang Xiaorong couldn't even tell the word "love" from the person he loved; it was just a ridiculous lie.

Since it is a lie, wake up as soon as possible and forget it as soon as possible.

Forget the old engagement, forget the feelings that I’m not sure if they ever existed, forget the beautiful face, and forget the lie of love.

Only by making Kang Xiaorong forget everything can he wake up from the lies.

Sometimes Huarong didn't understand whether Kang Xiaorong loved Huarong or the engagement... or maybe he just rejected Princess Tianning and resisted the feelings imposed on him by others. When people are impulsive, love is usually the best excuse.

If this is really the case, then let this drama end with the Queen Mother's arranged marriage.

After struggling for so long, it’s time to come to the end of the story.

Thinking of this, Hua Rong's expression became calm and indifferent. She stared at the withered grass at her feet with indifferent eyes, and suddenly felt that she was just like the withered grass, which had already withered and aged under the destruction of fate.

Yuemao in her arms was crying softly. While crying, she kept apologizing to Huarong: "I'm sorry, I'm too selfish... I shouldn't have expressed such a wish... I shouldn't have just wanted to keep my own name and let your name disappear... If only we hadn't switched... If only..."

As soon as she said this, Hua Rong touched her lips with her fingertips, signaling her to be quiet.

Hua Rong smiled bitterly and said, "Don't say anything if, I have never blamed my sister..."

If she hadn't made Hua Rong drink the poison, Hua Rong's body would have been destroyed by the poison and she would have been half dead.

Hua Rong was already grateful to her sister, so how could she blame her?

At first, they didn't know that Caihuaxiang's toxicity was chronic, and they all thought that they would die soon after drinking the poison. However, three years later, Zhen Huarong, who drank two bowls of poison, has survived to this day.

But now they can't be changed back.

The palace servants were already familiar with their current personalities, and they would never find another opportunity to exchange identities.

"Sister, I should be the one to say sorry to you... I am sorry to you..." Huarong kept whispering apologies in Yuemao's ear. She felt a lot of guilt towards her sister, whether it was because her sister drank the poison for her three years ago, or because of the confused and unspeakable feelings in her heart. She never dared to admit that Kang Xiaorong was a man who could make her heart beat.

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After saying goodbye to Yuemao, Huarong returned to her room.

At this time, several palace maids who lived with her had returned. They gathered together to chat. When they saw Hua Rong coming back with a pale face, they subconsciously lowered their voices. Hua Rong thought: Maybe they all thought that she turned pale because she was too shocked after hearing the news of the engagement between the young general and the princess.

A blow? Maybe a little. At the same time as I felt relieved, my heart also felt like it was hit hard.

She could not remember when she first saw Kang Xiaorong, nor when she learned that he was engaged to her sister.

It seems that he has always been by my side since I can remember. His presence is so natural, like the wind I breathe. When I find that he is no longer there, I feel sad and a little breathless.

When I gradually grew up and understood what a bride and a groom are, I felt a little sad. Why was it not me who was destined to be his bride? We looked exactly like each other, but just because her sister was born a little earlier than me, she could become his wife, while I could only be his sister... I could only be a sister for the rest of my life...

I used to cry secretly for this, and I used to feel that fate was unfair and harsh to me.

But just three years later, by some miraculous providence, she suddenly became his sister and someone qualified to be his wife.

If it weren't for the overwhelming grief of the extermination of my family, which had buried me long ago, perhaps I would have immersed myself in this happiness that came too quickly.

The first time he held me in his arms, the first time he spoke his love words, the first time I felt the warmth of his lips...

The privilege that only my sister could enjoy before was now in my hands in the blink of an eye.

I was happy, I was happy before. When he held me in his arms, I forgot my true identity. I was happy. But in a flash, my cold reason brought me back to reality. All this happiness was stolen, stolen from my sister... In his eyes, I was just my sister's shadow...

However, the funniest thing is that he didn't even realize his true identity.

Is this the love he has for his sister?

If it was just a degree of love, if it was just this kind of love that could be easily stolen by oneself...

It would be better to let this relationship disappear completely and cease to exist.

Everyone has a reality they must face. Huarong has to face the reality of her limited life, Yuemao has to face the reality of losing herself, and Kang Xiaorong has to face the reality that he doesn't love Huarong at all - he only loves an illusion.

Wake up early, and get out of the past love scam early...

For everyone involved in this emotional entanglement, including Huarong, Yuemao, Kang Xiaorong and Princess Tianning, it is all beneficial.

Retracting her thoughts, Huarong quietly walked to her bedside.

She smiled at her roommate and said, "I'm not feeling well today, so I want to go to bed early."

What he meant was that he hoped the room would be quieter and Hua Rong needed some time to sort out her thoughts.

Those sisters thought she was worried about the marriage arranged by the Queen Mother, and looked at her with sympathy and concern, but did not dare to say a word.

Among this group of sisters, Hua Rong is like a big sister. Usually everyone looks up to her. But when she is troubled, everyone is afraid of her and dare not bother her in her ear. So after Hua Rong's words, the room became quiet.

That day Huarong lay on the bed with her eyes closed, but she did not sleep all night.

She did not toss and turn because she could not sleep, but just maintained her original posture, lying quietly on the bed, waiting for the arrival of dawn. She thought that she would never forget this sleepless night, because in this night, she figured out many things that she could not understand in the past, let go of the feelings that she had never expressed, and realized that she, like a withered grass, should not have love at all.

Similarly, that night was a sleepless night for many people.

In Zhuxiaju, the Imperial Hospital, Kang Xiaorong leaned against the head of the bed, letting the window open wide and letting the cold wind pour in. He hoped the wind would be colder and stronger. Cold enough to freeze his aching head, strong enough to blow away the heavy stone in his heart.

In Tianning Palace, Princess Tianning did not sleep at all, but lay on the bed and cried all night. Her cry was not loud, because she was hoarse. She seemed to want to shed all her tears, and she kept crying. Yuemao was guarding outside her door, sometimes knocking on the door, anxiously calling "Princess... Princess...", and sometimes drowning herself in salty tears like the princess.