"See you, princess." A soft voice came, bringing Hua Yurong back to her senses instantly.
As the night fell, Hua Yurong looked at the maid in front of her through the darkness. She frowned secretly and said displeasedly: "Back off!"
Luo Qingyue lowered her head and stood quietly. She had changed her appearance. She had an ordinary face. Just now she had neatly changed into a maid uniform. At this moment, she was standing in front of Hua Yurong.
Rong didn't recognize her either.
However, when Luo Qingyue heard what Hua Yurong said, a sneer flashed through her eyes, and she responded obediently, "Yes."
Hua Yurong snorted angrily and passed Luo Qingyue arrogantly.
Just when Hua Yurong took five steps, Luo Qingyue stood still without moving.
She turned around slowly and stared at Hua Yurong's back with cold eyes, a trace of inexplicable expression on her face.
With her lips moving slightly, Luo Qingyue suddenly smiled and said: "Your Highness, don't you remember me?"
Hua Yurong paused for a moment. She suddenly turned around and looked at Luo Qingyue across the night, "Bastard maid, what were you talking about just now? How could I know this princess..."
Luo Qingyue raised the corners of her lips slightly and moved her wrist slightly, seemingly unintentionally revealing the silver thread wrapped around her wrist.
Hua Yurong's breathing suddenly stopped——
Silver thread... She will never mistake this silver thread until her death. The reason why she ended up like this is because of this silver thread!
Moreover, she knows better than anyone who the owner of this silver thread is!
"Your Highness, I think this silver thread is very beautiful, what do you think?" Luo Qingyue's eyes were light and her voice was soft.
But such simple words sounded like the ultimate contempt in Hua Yurong's ears.
Hua Yurong opened her eyes wide and looked at the woman in front of her carefully. She had an unfamiliar face, which was not very good-looking. Such a face would not even be noticed in a crowd.
An ordinary person couldn't be more ordinary. However, there was an unspeakable ice ripple between her eyebrows. The woman in front of her had beautiful eyes, so beautiful that she looked a bit dazzling.
"Are you... Luo Qingyue?" Hua Yurong said this name with hatred. She really had an impulse now. If the woman in front of her admitted that it was Luo Qingyue, she would definitely go crazy and kill her.
of the woman in front of him.
Luo Qingyue had already felt Hua Yurong's anger. She stretched out her slender hand, slowly touched her cheek, and chuckled, "Your Highness, what are you talking about? This slave can't understand."
Hua Yurong's face turned pale with anger. Under the night, it was obvious that he was ferocious and terrifying. "Luo Qingyue, stop pretending. Even if I, Hua Yurong, die, I will still remember that silver thread, and even more, I will remember that silver thread."
Owner!"
"Haha." Luo Qingyue's laughter became clearer and clearer. She shook her wide sleeves and still had a smile on her face, "Your Highness, your memory is really good. Well, not bad.
Now that it’s all said and done, just come with me.”
"Luo Qingyue, if you want to hold this princess hostage, do it..." Before the word 'dream' could be uttered, Hua Yurong was immediately shocked.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Qingyue appeared in front of Hua Yurong, with a silver thread touching Hua Yurong's neck, "Hua Yurong, you don't want to leave ugly blood marks on this delicate neck, do you?"