The Mask Of A Siren 8 Ally

Hongyue turned to see a pet.i.te and refined girl moving towards her. She inwardly frowned, seeing such a bright and elegant beauty, how can she hate her. While she inherited the memories, she didn't inherit the emotions so Hongyue didn't understand the past all that well. Sirens are natural killers, they had no emotions so she couldn't relate to it. In her past life, she was isolated and by watching the other party she pretended to feel what emotions in order to please them. Hongyue stared hard, from the memories, the two sisters didn't interact with each other for 10 years or so. She looked down and continued pretended to be a stupid fool.

"Yue'er."

Lan'er could feel her heart dripping in disappointment. Her sister didn't seem to recognize her.

"Third Sister Lan."

Lan'er could feel tears beginning to spill over.

"No, you used to call me Little Lan."

Hongyue glazed up and innocently blinked her eyes.

"Third Miss, she's an idiot. There's no point of telling her." A maid by Hongyue's side answered.

Lan'er flinched. Yes, it was her fault this sister of her became an idiot. She glared at the maid with ice-cold eyes. She stepped forward and slapped the maid hard.

"Do you not know your place? How dare you called my sister an idiot!"

Hongyue watched on slightly complicated. Was this sister truly caring for her or pretending? What the maid said was a common thing all the servants liked to say. For her third sister to hear this should make her happy unless she's pretending and just wanted to hit her maid right in of her. Hongyue pretended to stumble and fell. Right away, Lan'er looked over and ran towards her. Hongyue looked down, covering her eye with her long lashes. Huh, this third sister of hers was genuine.

"Yue'er! Are you okay?"

Hongyue stumbled back to her feet.

"T-third sister.." She murmured weakly, "You're hurt."

Yan'er stared at her bleeding finger that had been stabbed by the thorns before. Her eyes turned cold.

"I'm fine."

Yan'er stared at her eldest sister. It had been at least ten years. They really mistreated her. Yan'er felt her heart slowly freezing.

"Let's go."

Inside his hall, The General nervously tended to the Crown Prince, who was making it hard for him.

"What are you plotting?"

Both partners in crime froze.

"Mei, my love, go get more tea."

"No, have her stay." The Crown Prince took a slow sip of tea, fanning himself. His eyes narrowed. The tea really is cold, more than that, ice cold. He clearly saw steam drifting from the surface and from the pot. He set the cup down and smiled widely at the Concubine.

"Madam Mei, you were so loud before, tell me exactly what you were trying to do."

The Concubine seized the arms of her seat tightly. Her knuckles turning white.

"I was worried your highness would be burn-"

"But it's clearly cold."

Mei couldn't answer. What was this? She clearly planned it carefully. The inside of the pot was metal and so was the cup. There should be no way that brat could have handled that calmly. A slight touch would have burned her. Did she know beforehand, blah, that wretch was merely an idiot what could she do even if she knew? Her mind was spinning fiercely, the servants, yes, the servants. They betrayed her.

"First Miss and Third Miss are here."

The General beamed, "Good, good, let them in."

"Lan'er greets mother. Lan'er greets father."

"Good child, come here. This is the Crown Prince."

The General glazed at Hongyue.

"Eldest miss is tired. Send her back. Quickly, go clear the table."

Hongyue pretended to dumbly follow the servants out. In front her the servants walked quickly, eyeing her with disgust. Someone tripped her and Hongyue used the chance to shove the servant in front of her.

Both of them screamed as the pot of tea flew up in the air. The tea splattered against the brick wall and the servants quickly reorganized leaving her on the ground.

"Quickly leave the idiot here, who told her to slip. Fool, you better explain to Lady Mei how you dropped her cherished pot on the ground. Hmph."

The servants laughed gleefully and ridiculed her. Hongyue lowered her eyes. There was no need to act against them yet. As the servants departed, Hongyue lifted her eyes and stared at the wet wall. An evil grin spread on her face.