Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 89: My Prince (18)

[You're really wise.] The white dumpling couldn't help but swear.

“If I don’t get close to him like this, who knows, he might stab me to death one day.” Song Zhishu said with an air of righteous indignation despite her lack of conviction: “You should take a look at yourself. Your favorability rating notification sound is still not fixed. You’re really useless.”

[Get lost, I'm not listening to your babbling, I'm going to sleep.]

"Sigh, even the systems with partners are taking their wives out clubbing, and you, this health-conscious old lady, are still sleeping here." Song Zhishu shook her head and sighed, truly embarrassing her.

She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes filled with a dazed look. Edel's gentle smiling face gradually appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but chuckle. He looked quite adorable then. Song Zhishu calmed herself down, when suddenly a commotion outside reached her ears. This was interesting; an ordinary person would never have disturbed her.

Song Zhishu sat up and waited impatiently for a while, but the noise still showed no signs of calming down. Suddenly, she became interested, straightened her clothes, opened the door, raised an eyebrow at the still noisy crowd, looked around at the group of people who were arguing and their faces were red, and said indifferently, "You've disturbed my sleep."

Mudeya sneered, pulled the still-shaken Avili aside, and fixed her sharp gaze on Song Zhishu, her tone unfriendly: "Song Zhishu, is it the assassin you hired to kill the little wildcat?"

Song Zhishu paused slightly, glancing at Avili's gorgeous clothes, which made the otherwise ordinary girl radiant and her face glow with happiness. Before she could speak, Avili hurriedly explained, "No, it can't be the princess. Even if the assassin just said that the princess ordered him, I believe it's definitely not her!" Despite saying this, the light in her eyes still proved her panic.

"..." Sis, if I didn't know you were my teammate, I would have definitely argued with you.

Fortunately, Avril's one sentence was enough for Song Zhishu to understand the whole story: an assassin came to kill Avril, who was being carefully tended by Mudeya. Now Mudeya suspects it was her?

Song Zhishu shrugged, raised her eyelids, and shrugged at Mudeya, who clearly had ill intentions: "Prince Mudeya, you're leaving in three days. I'm not in the mood to play any jokes with someone who's about to leave my beautiful country, nor do I have the time to hurt my lovely little maid."

After she finished speaking, she ignored the angry Mudya and slowly approached the man who seemed to have been abandoned by everyone in the world. He knelt quietly on the ground, staring blankly at the luxurious wool carpet. He seemed to remember something, perhaps he had seen such a thing before.

Song Zhishu had some suspicions in her heart. She asked, "Prince Mudeya, what are you doing dragging my maid to wear such a gorgeous dress in the middle of the night?"

Mudea took a step back, saying warily, "Naturally, it's to prepare for returning to my country. I'm taking Avri back, so naturally I need to test things out beforehand."

"I didn't say you should take her back." Song Zhishu smiled, spreading her palms. From behind, she was indeed easy to mistake for Avi.

"Are you really here to kill Avril?" Song Zhishu changed the subject, switching back to the man's consciousness with a half-smile.