I'm Done Pretending—I'm Not Going to Be the Crown Princess Anymore
A single transaction bound Qiao Qingyun, who had crossed over from another world, to the most favored young son of the current Emperor, and as promised, she became the Crown Princess of the Chu Yuan K
“The master has ordered that even if we have to turn the capital upside down, we must find her.”
So noisy.
In the secluded alley, even the sound of breathing seemed harsh, let alone the faint footsteps and murmured voices drawing nearer.
Qiao Qingyun’s eyes snapped open. She stared blankly at the unfamiliar surroundings, a dull ache pulsing in her head.
As she shifted, she realized she was curled up, hidden behind a bamboo basket, and another body lay atop her—cold, lifeless, utterly still.
“The old bastard surnamed Qiao took one of my arrows—he won’t make it. His daughter’s delicate and weak, she can’t have gotten far. Split up and search!”
The voices were closing in. A chill prickled down Qiao Qingyun’s spine. Narrowing her eyes, she let her fingers drift over the corpse beside her, and sure enough, found an arrow lodged deep in his back.
Right through the heart—beyond hope.
It all became clear. The man beside her was the “Qiao” they spoke of. As for herself... she had become someone else, caught up in a deadly manhunt.
No time.
The footsteps drew closer, her gaze sharpened. Moving swiftly, she slipped out from behind the body, carefully shifting it aside. Rummaging through her own belongings, she extracted a sewing needle from her pouch.
It would have to do.
A trace of regret flickered in her eyes. Lips pressed tight, she gripped the needle between her fingers and crouched behind the bamboo basket, her gaze fixed on the alley’s entrance—like a wolf poised for the hunt.
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