[R18] A Story of Marriage and Debauchery (NP) – Chapter 52 of “The Story of Marriage and Orgy (NP)” [English]

water of forgetfulness

The man had a deep smile in his eyes. He didn’t answer her, but squatted down and arranged her clothes.Then he grabbed Wen Qiyu, hugged him horizontally, and turned around to walk towards the ship.

“Your Highness! Your Highness!” the maid shouted, but he didn’t pay attention at all, and even Ankang was left aside.

Wen Qiyu couldn’t help but asked: “Don’t you care about your sister?”

“Ha.” She couldn’t understand Lian Ye’s smile.

In fact, Princess Ankang was his biological sister, but she was accidentally played to death by him two years ago.Royal scandals are naturally kept secret.He happened to meet a woman who looked like a younger sister, so he asked her to pretend to be Ankang for two years.

There was some fun in the beginning, but when I saw the beauty in my arms, I felt that no one else had much fun anymore, and there was no need to live or die.

Lian Ye took Wen Qiyu all the way back to the royal city and straight into the East Palace.

Wen Qiyu couldn’t help but be surprised that he hadn’t violated her in the past ten days.After all, he was obviously very interested in her, but he didn’t make any move, so she couldn’t understand.

She lived in the east palace side hall for a few days and felt very bored.

From one country to another, from one imperial city to another.

Her fate seems to be to be imprisoned in this four-dimensional sky and become the private property of men.

Everything about Ming Dynasty, she doesn’t want to look back.During these days of escaping, I never thought about Liu Sheng even once.What’s there to think about that unfaithful person?But she often thinks of her daughter, the way the little one smiles at her, the way the little one chokes on her milk, the way the little one is sleeping…

“Why do you look so sad when you look at a pot of flowers?” Lian Ye dressed in the prince’s regular clothes and walked into the side hall.

At this moment, she was staring at a pot of flowers with her forehead in a daze.

Wen Qiyu stood up, met He’s gaze, bowed and said, “I’m just remembering the past.”

“You seem to have a lot of sad things.” Lian Ye didn’t look at her, but walked to the pot of flowers and started playing with them.

“Yeah, I can’t forget it, and it’s always annoying.” She smiled bitterly.

The man’s fingers stopped playing with the stems and leaves.The pure white fingers shuttled between the verdant green leaves, which was astonishingly beautiful.

Lian Ye finally turned to look at her, with uncontrollable enthusiasm in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: “Gu Dao has a bottle of Wangyou water. After drinking it, the past will be forgotten. Would you rather not take the memory with you, or continue to suffer with the memory?”

Wen Qiyu was stunned, but was tempted, “Is there such a magical potion in the world?”

Lian Ye chuckled lightly and put a small bottle in his sleeve on the coffee table. He didn’t rush her and just said, “Think about it again. Don’t regret it.” After that, he turned and left.

The corners of the crescent-colored robe were tattooed with flying dragons and cranes. When he left, his clothes were flying, and he was noble and noble.

Such a man is really difficult to guard against.Even the potion he left behind, she didn’t suspect was fake.

When Wen Qiyu recalled the past, all that remained was the memory of the country being ruined and the family being destroyed, being humiliated in every possible way, the emperor being unkind, and the death of his daughter due to illness.Every paragraph made her feel heartbroken.

She cried for a long time that afternoon, mourning all her past.

At night, she lay on the bed and finally drank the bottle of forgetfulness water.

When she woke up the next day, she saw a handsome and handsome young man sitting on her bedside, playing with an empty bottle in his hand.

“Who are you?” she asked.

The young man looked at her and said with a deep smile, “I am Lian Ye, the prince of Xichen.”

She tilted her head and said in confusion: “What about me? Who am I?”

He stretched out a hand, gently brushed away the broken hair from her forehead, and replied: “You are Lian Xin, with the title of Ankang, the lonely imperial sister, Princess Xichen.”

“Oh…how old am I?…” Why can’t she remember anything?

“Xin’er is fifteen years old this year.” The man’s gentle gaze almost drowned her.He was born extremely handsome, and he treated her very well.Wen Qiyu’s face was red and she was a little embarrassed.

“Fifteen years old…” she murmured.

Fifteen years old was the age when Ankang died.It also happened to be Wen Qiyu’s age.

In the dark, it is like the cycle of cause and effect, endless life and death.

However, when she drank the water of forgetfulness, not only did she forget all the worldly things, but her mind was also damaged. At this moment, she only had the mind of a five or six-year-old girl.

The man looked at her with deeper eyes.

“Why do you keep looking at me and smiling?” the beauty said shyly.

“Don’t you like it?” he asked.

The beauty’s face was covered by the quilt, only a pair of moist eyes were exposed, but she said softly: “I like it.”

She suddenly relied on him. After all, this was the first man she saw when she opened her eyes.