Chapter 337

Identical faces, identical hair buns.

Identical figures, even identical demeanor.

Even Li Qingluo herself, the person involved, felt astonished.

In this world, someone actually looks so much like me!

If I weren't aware that something fishy must be going on, Li Qingluo would suspect whether the child Qu Shi gave birth to back then was also a twin.

Just like looking in a mirror, Li Qingluo unconsciously touched her own face.

But upon thinking of her current appearance, she clicked her tongue.

Before she could lower her hand, that extremely faint sound was already heard.

"Who——?"

"Get out!"

Duan Rongshi flicked a finger, sending a chess piece slamming into the door with a loud 'pak'.

Li Qingluo's forehead was struck by the door panel unexpectedly, instantly feeling a burning sensation and even a bit dizzy.

She braced herself on the other side, barely managed to stand steady, and touched her forehead, which had already swollen.

Li Qingluo felt a surge of anger well up in her chest.

She pushed the door open with a creak, and Zhui Yu and Po Feng already had their swords aimed at her, eyes narrowed.

Li Qingluo raised both hands, her face grim, and walked out.

The mute servants in the garden were gesturing outside to explain.

Duan Rongshi: "Oh……?"

"Your Highness, how come I didn't know? When did I acquire such a……friend?"

Duan Rongshi's gaze lightly fell upon Li Qingluo.

Clad in coarse hemp, her visage was simple and utterly ordinary.

Even if thrown into a crowd, she would hardly draw a second glance—just an ordinary person.

But upon seeing her eyes, his expression twitched slightly.

Then he faintly furrowed his brows.

Those eyes, however, were bright.

They even gave him a slight illusion and an absurd sense of familiarity……

"Your Highness."

"Li Qingluo" looked puzzled at Prince Su, then mustered courage to reach out and gently tug at his robe, shaking it slightly.

"Who is this?"

"Li Qingluo"'s eyes were watery, like a fawn's, gazing at the person before her with full heart and eyes.

Who wouldn't be attracted and moved by those eyes?

Duan Rongshi subtly withdrew his arm, leaving her grasp empty.

"Li Qingluo"'s face also unconsciously showed a hint of loss.

Duan Rongshi, however, stared at her and asked, "Your Highness doesn't know. Do you know her?"

"Li Qingluo" whispered, "How could I know her? Your Highness, I remember nothing—didn't you already have the imperial physician examine me?"

"Could it be an acquaintance I knew while at the Liu household?"

The false 'Li Qingluo' couldn't help but cast an inquisitive glance at the real Li Qingluo.

After all, who would know such a lowly, utterly ordinary person except a village girl who might have met her in the mountains before?

But how did he manage to find his way to this osmanthus garden?

Unless he is someone especially close to Prince Su!

Is the real Li Qingluo that close person?

Prince Su just asked himself that, and it's obvious……she is!

Yet 'Li Qingluo' still hasn't figured out what attitude Prince Su truly holds toward the real Li Qingluo.

It seems especially intimate.

Yet he is also strenuously restraining and suppressing something……

This greatly startled the false 'Li Qingluo'.

She had come by order to approach Prince Su, having guessed their relationship was unclear, and had readied herself to offer herself at any moment.

But she never expected that these two blocks of wood would actually be observing male-female propriety to the letter!

This really left her at a loss for what to do.

However, she could be certain that Prince Su truly cared for the Li family's true miss, Li Qingluo.

Otherwise he wouldn't have lost control of his emotions upon seeing her at the foot of Mount Qishan.

Nor would he have carefully and protectively held her on horseback, racing all night back to the city.

Even the locked city gates opened for her.

He could also domineeringly bang open the palace gates, summoning the imperial physician and all the doctors of the Prince Su residence to examine her injuries in detail.

She, posing as Li Qingluo, indeed found it somewhat arduous.

But when her gaze swept past those physicians and landed on Prince Su, her heart couldn't help but stir slightly.

That is the dreaded Prince Su, the Yama-like killer god whom everyone in DaLiang fears, whose name alone makes one's face turn pale!

Moreover, he is peerlessly handsome, possessing an otherworldly visage.

His appearance, together with his noble bearing and aura, is unmatched throughout DaLiang.

Now, having caught a glimpse of him, I see he also possesses such gentleness and thoughtfulness, a domineering yet affectionate side.

One wonders which woman in the world would not be moved by it?

Li Qingluo naturally wanted to seize this opportunity and firmly keep herself by Prince Su's side.

Thus she would utterly supplant that wretched, low-born person.

Moreover, Li Qingluo despises her true self from the bottom of her heart.

It's utter foolishness—she actually clings to such a person who is clearly lofty yet willing to bow his head for her in the mundane world, yet she still hasn't won him over.

This time, she really had to exert herself.

Moreover, she could feel Prince Su's gaze repeatedly fixed upon her, his eyes deeply resting on her.

Even the true self, how could it possibly compare to herself?

Zhui Yu and Po Feng had already walked to the corridor below; Zhui Yu's sword tip pointed at Li Qingluo's neck, and he coldly shouted, 'Bold!'

"Lowly commoner! What are you supposed to be?"

"Why don't you quickly confess your true identity? You dare harbor ill intentions and impersonate a friend of Your Highness—do you wish to be death by slicing?"

Li Qingluo raised her hand without panic, gently pushing aside Zhui Yu's sword that gleamed with cold light.

Then she made a gesture: 'Your Highness, nobles forget things often; it's only natural that you don't remember a commoner.'

"But if Your Highness truly doesn't recall, when you escorted that young lady down the mountain at the foot of Qishan last time, did you encounter the caravan that the commoner was leading then?"

Upon hearing this, Zhui Yu and Duan Rongshi both froze.

Zhui Yu remembered that the leader of that caravan was a man over fifty.

When did he become this greenhorn before our eyes?

He is clearly lying!

Yet how could he possibly know about this?!

Only Li Qingluo was at a loss.

"What did she say?"

She naturally couldn't understand the gesture.

She could only see that Prince Su's expression and gaze had changed in an instant.

"You—just who are you——!"

Prince Su lifted his foot and walked toward Li Qingluo.

Li Qingluo suddenly bolted to the side.

Zhui Yu shouted loudly, 'Don't run!'

But before he could catch up, Prince Su had already stepped ahead and pursued Li Qingluo from behind.

Li Qingluo naturally could not outrun Duan Rongshi, who possessed lightness skill.

He grabbed her shoulder from behind.

Li Qingluo felt as if her shoulder were about to be crushed by his palm.

Moreover, she already had an injury on that shoulder, and it instantly hurt so much she grimaced.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and made no sound, then turned and began fighting Prince Su bare-handed.

Her martial arts were nothing but a three-legged cat before Prince Su, utterly unworthy of a glance.

Yet what surprised Prince Su deep down was that she seemed to know how he would attack.

She even repeatedly launched killing strikes toward him——

These killing moves were all too familiar to Duan Rongshi, for they were his usual techniques.

He stared in astonishment at the man before him.

No.

His gaze suddenly fell on her earlobe.

Two pierced holes, clearly visible.

She was simply a woman disguised as a man——

Prince Su struck, grabbing and pulling off Li Qingluo's hair tie.

In an instant, her head of black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Duan Rongshi blinked, feeling her hair gently brush across his face.

Soon, the female-bodied Li Qingluo was personally seized by Zhui Yu and Po Feng.

"She's actually a woman!"

"Speak, what exactly is your background?"

"Your Highness, why not simply behead her?"

"This woman surely harbors nefarious intentions; she must not be spared!"

Zhui Yu and Po Feng each spoke one sentence.

Duan Rongshi, however, crossed his arms behind his back, turned away coldly, not even glancing at her again: 'Lock up this female thief.'

"Later, I will personally interrogate her!"

Zhui Yu and Po Feng were both greatly surprised in their hearts.

This is indeed a woman!

Your Highness…… aren't you afraid the young lady will misunderstand?

Looking again at Li Qingluo's side, she was indeed full of worry and sorrow.

When Duan Rongshi walked over, she immediately went to meet him: 'Your Highness, are you alright?'

"Have you been injured?"

"She is actually a young lady; Your Highness, do you know her origins?"

Li Qingluo looked at Prince Su with a gentle gaze, examining him up and down.

It seemed as if even a single hair of his being injured would make her heart ache.

Duan Rongshi: "I remember that you injured your throat a few days ago and couldn't speak; how did you get better?"

Li Qingluo's expression stiffened.

"Your Highness, subject... how do you remember?"

"Anyway, I woke up at the foot of the mountain that day and saw Your Highness."

"Moreover, I even forgot who I was; if Your Highness hadn't said I was the Li family's daughter, I wouldn't even know my own name."

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"But what do you suspect me of?"

"The person who saved me treated all my injuries, and I am truly grateful."

"But if you let this make you suspect me, and I really haven't done anything wrong... then I would be unable to defend myself, having nothing to say."

As she spoke, her face filled with tears, as if she would burst into tears any second.

Although Prince Su did not press further.

But Li Qingluo, as she lowered her head, her gaze turned dark.

That young woman, there's something wrong!

Originally, I also wanted to be mute.

But because I feared that a mute Li Qingluo would hinder communication with Prince Su, I pretended my throat had been healed.

Yet that cross-dressing young woman clearly cannot speak!

She also knows how to use hand gestures.

She even knows a bit of martial arts!

Just who is she...?

Qin Ling handling affairs shouldn't be so unreliable as to let someone escape, right?

Li Qingluo was unaware; although she lowered her head, every move she made was now being watched by almost everyone present.

Especially Zhui Yu.

Zhui Yu looked at the girl who should have been very familiar, yet a strange sense of unfamiliarity welled up in her heart.

Can a person really change so much just from amnesia?

Li Qingluo was locked in the room.

She first took off her outer garment and looked at her swollen, red shoulder.

The wound split open, and blood seeped out again.

She quickly fished out the gold wound medicine she had snatched from Qin Ling's medicine hut, then shook the powder onto the wound.

Having no bandage cloth, she tore the bed curtains.

Then she clenched the other end of the cloth between her teeth and, enduring the pain, rewrapped the wound.

After doing all that, she was drenched in sweat.

Just as she put on her outer garment, a voice suddenly called out from behind: "Who exactly are you?"

Li Qingluo turned her head.

She saw her impostor with a grim expression, followed by two assassins from the Night Assassin Sect, walking slowly toward her.