Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

The king and queen, both dead.

The royal tombs all looked the same. Huge white jade bricks were piled up to form a semicircular vault. In front stood an equally massive white jade stele, inscribed with the king's achievements.

Finé stood before the tombstone, gazing at the mosquito-leg-sized inscriptions. Who were these words meant for, the ants?

She waved away the bugs that were crawling on the tombstone.

Her father's tombstone was somewhat different from that of other kings. At her request, the tombstone also bore her mother's name, rather than simply "Queen of Hutt."

Finé thought back to the past. It had only been a few days, yet it felt as blurry as an entire epoch.

She saw Shen Jin walk into her mother's room and grab a ball of light from her.

After that, the Queen Mother was in a state of daze.

The night before the Queen committed suicide.

She found Finé.

The Queen rarely wore her makeup, and even her outer garment was just an ordinary nightgown, just like an ordinary stroll after dinner.

The queen's back was slightly bent, and her whole body exuded an indescribable depression.

"Mother, why are you here?"

Finé looked up when the queen pushed the door open and when she saw the person coming she put down the quill in her hand and stepped forward to greet him.

After all, she was her biological mother, and there was another culprit behind her father's death. She eventually confined the queen to the palace and deprived her of her identity.

"It's so similar."

The Queen did not enter. She simply leaned against the doorframe, her fingertips white as she muttered three words.

Then he swayed away.

"Want to follow her?"

Finé asked, squeezing the stone sculpture in his palm.

Fia appeared.

Having died twice, this was her third resurrection. Fia was no longer the princess she once was. Now, the only person she cherished was Fine.

"Need not."

"Fine."

Feiya pinched her sister's cheek out of habit: "Even if you are kind, you have to admit that she is a murderer."

"She also secretly funded the temple's resurgence, sheltered the god's fanatical followers, and even nearly caused a riot."

"She is heading towards the inevitable destination, and she must bear the consequences that belong to her."

Fia and Finne put their foreheads together: "Finne, I beg you, forget her."

Finé originally wanted to ask who the queen was really looking like.

But it is not necessary.

She returned to the dragon throne, sat down, picked up the white paper beside her, and picked up the pen again.

"what are you writing?"

"Anling Hurt, that's her name."

……

The queen wandered aimlessly in the palace. This was where she had lived for decades, and she knew where this path led even with her eyes closed.

The man who killed someone and still recalled the past was simply hopeless. But the queen could not help but think of the king, her husband.

This was as it should be. After all, she would spend the first half of her life as the eldest daughter of the Hutt family, and the second half as the empress of the empire.

Amidst the dazzling array of lights, Anling Hurt finally felt tired. She sat down against the trunk and stared at the dancing spots of light.

One second, another second.

Until my breathing became more rapid.

She held her head like a madman, trying to find the past without calculation and scheming.

Finally, the memory froze on the night of her coming-of-age ceremony.

It was a full moon that day, and even the night, which she never liked, was illuminated with brightness and gentleness.

She was struggling to decide who to choose for the opening dance at tonight's ball. When she opened the window, she saw a handsome young man in a royal blue robe silently making a wish not far away.

He said: "May your soul rest in peace, everything go as you wish, and you live in peace and happiness."

In the moonlight, the man's movements were gentle.

Who is that person?

She forgot.

A person who was not important, but now seems to be more important. However, it is all in the past.

The queen returned to her palace and never came out again.

A sound suddenly emanated from the dense canopy. Deep within the dappled light and shadow, Shen Jin leaned against a tree trunk, his expression neither sad nor happy.

But the ball of light in her hand was tortured so badly that she could barely see his weak human form through her fingers.

……

On the tenth day after the burial of the king and queen, Finé's coronation ceremony was held.

Shen Jin's mission has come to an end.

The coronation ceremony was held with great pomp and ceremony. The empire, which was in need of reconstruction, needed a grand ceremony to mark its complete escape from the quagmire.

Finé himself was relaxed.

Shen Jin was not at ease originally. The kid Finé tried to make her his teacher and put the crown on her.

But she declined the offer, saying she only wanted to witness the princess, not participate.

So Shen Jin said in a serious tone: "Your Majesty, you should crown yourself."

Finé was visibly sad, but she couldn't do anything about Shen Jin. After all, Shen Jin didn't even help her wipe her tears this time, which showed that he had made up his mind.

So she turned her gaze to Fia.

"Fia, sister, how about you?"

Neither did Fia.

She was much gentler. She responded seriously at first, then called him "sister", and once again confirmed the size of the two before shaking her head to refuse.

"How can this be? Have you forgotten that I was resurrected thanks to you? I am not suitable."