Forced love, an inescapable fate

Mu Qingli slowly opened his eyes only when the footsteps could no longer be heard.

But as for the current situation, well, how should I put it.

As a senior online literature enthusiast, judging from the information I just received, although it is a bit cliché, it seems that it should be worn.

Yes, that’s right, I wore it.

The soul travels to another world.

For someone who often reads time-travel novels, this scene is extremely familiar.

But according to what those people just said, it seems that the original body he was in was a crazy fan, and his brain didn't seem to be working very well. He seduced the so-called Third Prince they were talking about, so he was beaten like this.

But the person who did it was really cruel. He was just a brainless fan, so why did he beat him to death?

So the pain in this body comes from the original body that I am wearing.

If that's the case, then the beautiful boy with ancient style that I saw when I was unconscious before also really exists.

I remember he seemed to call himself "Ajie".

In this case, I now have a younger brother here.

When she thought of her younger brother, she remembered the soft and cute little boy at home, who had just started kindergarten this year and always stuck to her and called her "sister".

But at his age now, he probably doesn't know what it means that his sister is no longer around.

And my parents, they must be so sad to have left like this.

I am an ordinary and timid person, but I chose to try paragliding. Wouldn't it be better to remain unknown for the rest of my life?

How could their parents bear the blow of seeing their child die before them?

Thinking of this, tears in my eyes flowed like a stream.

I really miss them.

I originally thought that I should be dead, but I didn't expect it to be such a bloody scene.

Moreover, when others came through, they could at least receive the original owner's memories, but he was completely in the dark and had no memory of anything.

The only information I got was from the people who just came in, and the beautiful young man with ancient style who called me "Sister".

According to common sense, shouldn't he have a loyal maid by his side at this time?

Or there should be a cheat code or a system or something.

But why doesn't it go according to common sense when it comes to me?

Dragging a half-dead body in this dilapidated palace with nothing in it, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for long.

Forget it, instead of living in an unknown world, it’s better to wait for death.

Even though she had just heard them say that they would drag her to a mass grave as soon as she died, what did it matter? When she came here, she fell from a height of ten thousand meters, and her body was directly smashed to pieces. There was not even a complete body left.

It’s just a mass grave, at least there are other wandering ghosts around to keep me company.

As he thought about this, Mu Qingli felt as if his consciousness was slowly fading away, and his body seemed to be slowly floating up.

Is this what it feels like to actually die?

It feels so good. The pain in my body has disappeared and I don’t feel cold anymore.

When Jiang Ci came here again, he was a little at a loss. He didn't understand why he came here. Maybe he just wanted to come and see if anyone was dead, or maybe the palace maids just now were too noisy.

In short, by the time he reacted, he had already walked to her side.

Looking at her colorfully painted face, I felt even more disgusted.

But seeing her motionless and completely out of breath, it was suddenly hard to believe.

Did she really die like this?

People like her will do anything to survive and have no backbone at all.

The person who tried so hard to please the royal family of Qi by humiliating himself was actually willing to die like this?

But she's dead, shouldn't I be happy?

Why do I feel so empty inside?

He didn't understand.

Looking at the person lying on the ground, he slowly squatted down and carefully looked at the face that he hated from the bottom of his heart.

After a moment, he reached out and wiped off the colorful things she had painted on her face, until her original beautiful face was revealed. Only then did he stop.

The person in front of him lay silently on the cold ground, his pretty face pale without a trace of blood, as if he was sleeping quietly.

"Brother, we can definitely wait until your father comes to pick us up."

"Don't be afraid, brother. I'm here."

"Brother, I want to go back to Jingguo. I don't want to stay here anymore. I'm scared every day here."

"Brother, why hasn't your father come to take us home?"

"Brother, let's run away together. Even if I die, I want to die on the land of Jingguo."

"Brother, why did they send you to Qi as a hostage? Aren't you the most favored prince? And with so many princes and princesses, why you?"

"Brother, why did you choose me? There were so many young men from aristocratic families, why did you choose me?"

"Brother, I hate you. Just because you casually pointed at me back then, I have to follow you here, have to face people's faces, endure humiliation, and live in fear every day."

"Jiang Ci, it's all your fault."

"Jiang Ci, I want to live."

"Jiang Ci, I won't protect you anymore. You'll have to take care of yourself."

"Jiang Ci, you owe me this, you should pay it back."

......

Jiang Ci looked at the person who had lost his breath and suddenly felt very irritated.

"Mu Qingli, you deserved it. People like you should have died long ago. Seeing you die in front of me, I don't know how happy I am. You wanted to return to Jing State with all your heart, but you ended up dying in Qi State, a country you hated so much. This is your fate, you have to accept it whether you want to or not."

There was deep hatred in his eyes.

After saying this, he slowly stood up and walked out the door.

After an unknown amount of time, the person lying on the ground suddenly moved his fingers.

Then his tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

When he saw the roof with the big hole again, Mu Qingli let out a self-deprecating laugh.

God really is being kind to me. He's been playing tricks on me time and time again. I've clearly got one foot in the grave, but he just won't let me in.

Well, it’s still this shabby place.

I can't live well, and I can't die well. This happens over and over again in this documentary about life and death.

She didn't even know how many days she had been lying here dead, she could even smell the stench coming from her body.

It was really a sin. What bad things had Mu Qingli done in her previous life that she had to suffer such torture now?

Well, since I can't die, I'll just try to survive.

Isn’t it often said: It is better to live a miserable life than to die a good death?