I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

"A few months ago, I had a fever and went to another world. I lived there for three whole years. It was so real that it couldn't be fake."

"In that world, girls could study, work, and do anything men could do. At first, I was terrified when I sat in a row with boys in class. But later, I gradually fell in love with that world."

At this point, Lu Mingyang sighed, "Just when I thought I could live forever in that world, I returned here. And here, only three days have passed."

Chu Mingzheng listened in fascination: "Do you look the same in these two worlds?"

Seeing that he wasn't laughing at him, Lu Mingyang excitedly replied, "They look similar, but not exactly the same. They must be two different bodies."

"You said, is it that the person in that world died and my soul attached to her body, or is it that time and space are disordered and that is me in another world?"

There was no response from inside.

Lu Mingyang smiled and scratched his head: "Master Little Monk, do you think I'm telling a ghost story?"

"No, it's just that I don't know the answer either."

The voice inside was serious, without a trace of contempt.

Lu Mingyang became even more excited. "Such a ridiculous thing, don't you think I'm lying to you?"

"No!" Chu Mingzheng replied calmly, "The universe is vast, and humans are so insignificant that it's difficult to even glimpse a glimpse. Rather than judging the truth of the girl's words with my limited knowledge, I would rather trust her character."

"Really?" Lu Mingyang's cheeks flushed, and he covered them with his hands. "Am I that good?"

A soft "hmm".

Lu Mingyang said proudly, "Then we are good friends now."

"Good friends?" Chu Mingzheng was puzzled. "Fellow teachers are called friends, and comrades are called comrades. I'm afraid this name is inappropriate!"

"It's not that particular." Lu Mingyang said straightforwardly, "In short, you're the only person in the world who knows my secret. I'm determined to be your friend."

"Only?" The voice was vague. Chu Mingzheng asked, "Why did the girl say this to me alone?"

"Because you don't know me. You're just making fun of me. You don't even know who I am." Lu Mingyang hummed the ballad happily, full of superiority. "It sounds nice, right? It's a song from our world called Blue and White Porcelain."

The little girl started to show off, her voice as sweet as a little sheep running on the grassland.

Chu Mingzheng also smiled and asked, "Do you want to go back to that world?"

"Yes!" Lu Mingyang nodded vigorously: "I dream of going back."

"Why do you want to go back?"

"Because you can control your own destiny."

Lu Mingyang's eyes sparkled. "In that world, women can go out and earn a living, study, and become officials just like men. Unlike here, the only chance to change your fate is to get married. You can only live for men your whole life. If you live well, you have a good fate. If you live badly, you have a bad fate."

Chu Mingzheng asked: "Young lady, don't you accept your fate?"

Lu Mingyang shook his head: "It's not that I can't accept my fate, but I didn't choose that fate, so why should I accept it?"

"Yes!" These words pierced deeply into Chu Mingzheng's heart. He himself was the same.

Lu Mingyang laughed and said, "It's just a dream."

"Is this a dream?" Chu Mingzheng was stunned.

They both fell silent. The moonlight shone through the dilapidated window, illuminating two lonely souls leaning against the door.

Lu Mingyang sighed deeply and consoled himself, "But my life now is much better than it was in the village. At least I don't have to worry about food and drink. And I'm getting married soon."

At this point, her tone became light again.

"Miss, do you like him?" Chu Mingzheng asked.

Lu Mingyang nodded vigorously: "Of course I like him, there is no one better than him."

"Is he that good?" Someone raised the corner of his mouth proudly.

"Of course!" Lu Mingyang nodded. "Although he's mean and petty and vindictive, he's good-looking. The most important thing is that he won't live for many more years. Just be patient and it will pass."

Lu Mingyang grew happier as he spoke. "You don't know, he's from a wealthy family. When he dies in a few years, all his property will be mine. I'll have a big house to live in and lots of money to spend. I can do whatever I want. It's like living in heaven."

"Master Little Monk?"

Seeing no response from inside for a long time, Lu Mingyang shouted, but still no response.

Fell asleep?

I must be so sleepy that I can fall asleep while talking.

"Ah!" Lu Mingyang gestured wildly on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Shrouded in the hazy moonlight, he murmured, "I'm just wishful thinking. I don't even know if I can live to see the day he dies."

"Why do you say that?" The voice came from inside again.

"You haven't slept yet." Lu Mingyang asked with a smile, "Master Little Monk, do you know what it feels like to be suspected, used, and used as a tool?"

"It wasn't just one person, it was three people. It felt like there was a knife hanging around my neck, and I might not see the sun tomorrow at any moment."

"You have no idea how scared I was when I saw the three of them. They were afraid that if they said the wrong thing, their heads would be gone."

The people inside were amused by her and asked, "Is it that scary?"

"Of course I did. The three of them are all ruthless killers, and they are also sworn enemies. She was worried that I would leak the secret, he asked me to monitor him, and he wanted to kill her, and she had a grudge against him. You have no idea how hard it was for me to keep it a secret between them."

The voice inside became solemn: "Why don't you choose to trust someone, girl?"

"Believe it?" Lu Mingyang turned around as if he had heard something funny. "Little monk master, have you ever heard the saying, 'When gods fight, the little ghosts suffer.' It's good enough that I can keep it a secret. If I tell it, I, the little ghost, will be the one who suffers."

Chu Mingzheng thought for a moment and asked, "Only when a person has something to rely on can he spread his wings and fly high. Young lady, you don't believe in anything, how can you survive?"

"I believe in myself!"

Chu Mingzheng smiled. "Girl, if you buy buns on the street and give money, are you worried that the store won't give you the buns?"

"Uh..." Lu Mingyang was speechless: "What is there to worry about?"

"Girl, you're not worried. Does that mean you believe you can beat him?"

"..." Lu Mingyang was unconvinced: "You are just making farfetched arguments."

"It's the girl's belief in herself, but it's just empty words."

"What do you mean?" Lu Mingyang was confused by him.

"Think for yourself."

Think for yourself. Why is a young monk pretending to be an old monk? Lu Mingyang rubbed his nose, which was hurt from the collision, in circles. He rubbed it until it was numb, but he still couldn't figure out what it meant.

She knocked on the door and asked, "Do you have anyone you believe in?"

"Yes, there are many. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be alive today."