Forced love, an inescapable fate

Mu Qingli didn’t know if it was because he had been lying on the ground for too long, but he felt that his body was almost numb, or maybe it was because he was injured too badly. In any case, his body didn’t hurt as much as before, so he decided to try to get up.

She first tried to lift her legs slowly, and surprisingly, she could actually move them.

Then he continued to try to turn over, and actually he did.

Very good, this body is really terrifyingly strong.

You know, before she came here, she was a fragile college student who would lose half her life if she ran 800 meters.

Then she continued to slowly stand up with her arms supported.

When she sat up, she felt a little bit unbelievable. Oh my God, could it be that she was wearing the body of a martial arts genius with excellent physical constitution?

But a martial arts genius shouldn't be beaten like this.

Then she looked around and saw that the house was really bare and the roof was broken.

This is too miserable. What kind of life is this?

She couldn't help but want to sigh to the sky.

From what those people said before about the Third Prince, I should be in the palace. How could there be such a shabby place in the palace?

Forget it, I’m not going to die anyway, so I’ll just get up and see what happens first.

When she struggled to stand up, she felt dizzy and seemed to have low blood sugar.

But it's normal. It's a miracle that he can stand up.

She finally managed to stand steady. Seeing that it was getting dark outside and looking at the empty house, she swayed her body and slowly moved outside.

Cheer yourself up as you walk.

"Qingli Qingli, you are the best."

But when she went out, she was dumbfounded.

What came into view was a deserted yard, which was really dilapidated, with half-foot-high weeds floating in the wind.

She even had the urge to commit suicide by cutting her wrists.

God, what a miserable outfit she was wearing.

Well, let’s take a look. There are two rooms on the east side. Maybe the other rooms are decent enough, and we can even find something to eat there.

If she doesn't eat, she won't die from the pain, she will really starve to death.

Her stomach had protested many times, and she swallowed hard, then continued to move her body and slowly walked towards the room on the east side of the yard.

I thought that maybe the original owner lived here.

When she finally moved to the front of the room, she felt even more nervous than when she checked her college entrance examination results.

God bless me, if you don’t want me to die, then give me a chance to live.

Mu Qingli pushed the door open with her eyes closed, then slowly opened her eyes nervously.

Although the room in front of me was simple, I took a quick look and found that there seemed to be a bed, a table, and a small wardrobe inside.

She slowly moved her body inside. It was already dark, and she couldn't see anything clearly inside the house.

But there seemed to be a candlestick on the table, so she groped her way over to it. She had watched many costume dramas on TV before, but she really didn't know how to light the candlestick.

While I was still groping, I heard a voice coming from the door.

"Princess Qingli, is that you?"

She was startled and reflexively looked back toward the door.

Seeing the person standing at the door and hearing the slightly familiar voice, Mu Qingli remembered that this person was the one who came to check if he was still breathing.

The person standing at the door saw her turn around and hurried forward with joy in his tone.

"Alan knows how the princess could die so easily. It's great that Princess Qingli is still alive."

Mu Qingli was confused. From the tone of this person's voice, it seemed that she was happy that she was still alive. But wasn't she the Third Prince's person?

And from her tone, it seems that she still cares about her original body, but this original body is also called Qingli?

Could this be his previous life? Even the name couldn't be the same.

Forget it, whether it was in the previous life or the previous previous life, it doesn’t matter. Let’s deal with the problem at hand first.

For example, how do you light this lamp?

Then she asked the person in front of her, but the moment she opened her mouth, she was startled by her own hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"Do you know how to light this lamp?"

When Xiaolan heard the hoarse voice, although she was surprised, she did not ask any questions and quickly lit the candlestick on the table.

As the candlelight grew brighter, Mu Qingli finally saw clearly the person in front of her who called her Princess Qingli.

The woman in front of him looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, very thin, with a round face set with a pair of big eyes with distinct black and white, who were looking at him curiously.

But Mu Qingli really didn't have the energy to reminisce with others at this moment.

She continued in a hoarse voice, "I'm very hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

Alan hurriedly said, "Princess, please sit down first. There is food. I secretly brought some when I came here just now."

As she finished speaking, she took out something wrapped in paper from under her wide sleeves.

Seeing this, Mu Qingli couldn't help swallowing. She was not killed by the pain, but was almost starved to death.

She hurriedly reached out to take the food Alan handed over, and after opening it, there were a few pastries inside.

She was extremely hungry and ate voraciously. She even choked on some pastry crumbs and almost suffocated.

Alan patted her back hurriedly and said, "Princess, please go slowly. I was afraid of being discovered, so I only secretly brought these few cakes with me when I left."

Mu Qingli finally managed to calm down.

Although these pastries couldn't fill my stomach, they at least satisfied me. I didn't feel so dizzy anymore, but the wounds on my body started to hurt.

But in order to understand the situation clearly, she endured the pain and asked.

"Your name is Alan? To be honest, I just woke up. Maybe it's because I was seriously injured. I can't remember anything about what happened before. Can you tell me? For example, who I am and why I am here?"

Hearing this, Alande's eyes were full of disbelief. She looked at the person in front of her in surprise. She remembered that the Third Prince didn't let anyone hit her on the head. How could she not remember what happened before?

But when she looked at herself just now, she did look unfamiliar. Could it be that she lost her memory after being injured?

Thinking of this, she spoke softly.

"Princess, you were brought to Qi as a hostage along with the Sixth Prince of Jing, Jiang Ci. Your name is Mu Qingli, and you are also Princess Qingli of Jing. It has been six years since you came to Qi. Have all these princesses forgotten?"

Mu Qingli shook her head, indicating that she couldn't remember anything.

Then he asked Alan, "Then how did I get injured?"

After she finished speaking, Alan in front of her seemed to be in a very difficult situation.

She coughed lightly, then stammered, "Because the princess took the opportunity of dancing to get close to the Third Prince two days ago, and was beaten by the Third Prince."

Upon hearing this, Mu Qingli remembered what she had heard before, that she was beaten like this because she failed to seduce the third prince.

It seems that this palace maid named Alan still cares about her own face.

But at the same time, I was thinking sadly, why did I have to wear such an unlucky thing.

She sounds like a princess, but what's the use? The place she lives in is chilly, she has nothing to eat, and she's covered in wounds.

Seeing the person in front of him with a face full of bitterness and hatred, Alan whispered to her, "Princess, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Qingli is really going to die.

Big sister, can't you see how injured I am? I'm in so much pain all over my body. I feel uncomfortable all over.