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Chapter 97: My Prince (26)

"Are you...are you alright?" Song Zhishu clutched the hem of her skirt and hurriedly explained, "I accidentally lost my balance just now and pulled you down. Are you...are you okay?"

The little girl looked at his injuries with fear. Edel felt a little guilty and coughed lightly, "No, I'm fine."

He was indeed fine. Having served as this pampered little princess's butler and bodyguard, how could he possibly care about such a minor setback? However… his face darkened, and he couldn't listen to any more of Song Zhishu's admonitions.

Why did he instinctively protect her?

If he hadn't fallen...would he have caught her?

Edel was destined to never get an answer, and he attributed it all to his sense of responsibility. Song Zhishu: Pshaw.

"I really don't understand." Song Zhishu frowned. "I was standing quite steadily, so why did I still fall?"

“Princess.” Edel’s mind was in turmoil. He was afraid that Song Zhishu would figure this out, so he looked at her nervously.

Clearly, he overestimated Song Zhishu's intelligence. The girl shook her head and sighed, "Maybe it's like you said, I'm not good at anything."

Suddenly, Song Zhishu seemed to remember something. Her eyes lit up and a smile appeared on her lips. She pulled up Eder, who was still not in the mood to react, and looked up at the sky. She seemed to be longing for something: "I remember what Father said. When I heard those obsequious servants secretly saying that I was like a fool who didn't understand anything, I ran to him and cried."

A glint flashed in Edel's dark eyes, and then he stared intently at Song Zhishu.

“I asked him if I had done anything wrong. He said I hadn’t.” Song Zhishu tilted his head, and the smile on his lips clearly faded. “He said I would never do anything wrong in my life. But I was still not satisfied, so I continued to cry and make a fuss. Helpless, he brought me here.”

"Just like today, a gentle spring breeze." A sudden gust of wind blew her hair, and a crystal tear rolled down her cheek: "She told me to shake my head at the sky and forget all the unhappy things."

Song Zhishu tried it once, but her head was spinning. Her hair couldn't even withstand the hardship, and its original docile appearance vanished, replaced by a bristling quill. She carefully touched her hair and shrugged: "I was like this back then. He said I looked like a hedgehog."

"Why don't you do it too!" She suddenly turned around, her skirt swaying slightly with her movements, creating a beautiful scene. She smiled and said, "Forget all the unhappy things."

Edel nodded, accepting the absurd and foolish idea. He shook his head slightly, maintaining his composure. This displeased Song Zhishu: "Edel! Don't be so burdened by your own baggage, or... just shout at the sky!" Edel didn't answer. Although he felt dizzy and nauseous, he vaguely felt that the burden in his heart had lessened considerably. He said seriously, "Princess, we should go back."

"What a boring thing." Song Zhishu pouted slightly, expressing her dissatisfaction.

“Perhaps you can stay if you don’t care about your hairstyle,” he scoffed. “I must say, you really do look like someone with epilepsy right now.”

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"Let's go, let's go back." Song Zhishu urged, covering her frizzy hair.