After Wushuang returned to the Gu King's Palace, she first purified her hands, and then offered incense to the statue in the Gu King's Palace. This was her daily routine, and she had to burn incense whenever she entered or left the Gu King's Palace.
After adding incense, Wu Shuang made two cups of tea with the petals she collected. She brought one cup to Ling Ji and said, "Auntie, would you like it if you try it?"
Lingji picked up the scented tea and smelled it. It smelled fragrant. She took a sip and said with a smile: "How did you think of this, girl?"
Wushuang stuck out his tongue and said: "We drink boiled water here every day. It is really boring, just like the life here. Auntie, have you ever been out? Do you know what the outside world is like?"
These words touched the hurt in Ling Ji's heart that she least wanted to mention. She shook her head and said, "No, I have been sent here since I was very young. I have never been out."
She has been living here for as long as she can remember. She has never known what the outside world is like, nor has she ever expected to have a glimpse of it.
Wushuang heard a deep sense of sadness in her words, and she asked: "Why can't we go out and have a look?"
Lingji also wanted to know why they couldn't go out and have a look?
She hid the sadness in her eyes and drank the cup of tea, but she felt a slight bitterness in the tea: "Our mission is this, Wushuang, please remember that you are a member of the Gu King's Palace, you will serve the Gu King for the rest of your life, and you cannot leave here.
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Wu Duan was full of confusion: "I don't understand, shouldn't everyone be free? Why are we trapped here and losing our freedom?"
Lingji frowned, put down the cup and said, "Others are free, but we are not, Wushuang, this is our fate."
Wushuang wanted to refute, but Lingji said: "Okay, you go back and rest."
Wushuang made a murmur, and returned to her room listlessly carrying the basket. Looking at the empty room in front of her, she felt as if her heart was empty.
Although she has lost all her memory, she doesn't like this life at all. It's as blank as if there is no color. She feels like she doesn't belong here.
But the Gu King's Palace was heavily guarded, and she couldn't go anywhere except the Gu King's Palace and the back mountain.
Wushuang sighed, sat at the table, took out the broken flower from the basket, then found bottles to fill with water, and put the withered flower in.
I heard a man's voice coming from the silent room: "Why bother? It's destined to wither anyway."
Wushuang turned around and saw the immortal she had met in the back mountain before, in her room.
She was overjoyed: "Are you really a god?"
Wu Xuanye glanced at her: "If you say yes, then so be it." He came over, sat down at the table, stretched out his hand to play with the dying camellia, and asked: "Why should we save it?"
Wu Shuang saw a petal fall from his fiddle, and hurriedly brought the vase to the window and said, "It is also a life, you have no right to interfere with its life or death."
Wu Xuanye raised his eyebrows. He looked at Wushuang's profile. This girl looked so much like her. She was worthy of being her descendant!
He really wanted to see what she looked like without disfigurement.
Wu Xuanye looked away and snorted: "Childish!"
Wushuang curled her lips and was too lazy to argue with him. She walked over and made a cup of tea with the petals she picked and drank it herself.
Wu Xuanye smelled the fragrance of tea. He frowned and asked with some displeasure, "Why isn't it mine?"