People of similar kind

  Lan Ya closed her eyes wearily and said in a cool voice: "Amnesia, perhaps."

  "Little... miss, don't scare Xiang'er..." The little maid heard this and was so frightened that she lost her composure.

  "Are you my maid?" He opened his closed eyes and stared at the girl beside him.

  "Hmm, Xiang has been following Miss since she was five years old. Can't Miss really remember? What about Second Madam?" The little maid stood up, her bright big eyes shining with expectation.

  Lan Ya shook her head, "Miss? Second Madam?" She knew she had indeed crossed over, but this body was hers, not some Miss's.

  "Perhaps I am not your family's miss." No one knew her body better than herself, her skin had been soaked in various medicines since childhood, making it whiter than ordinary people.

  She has taken tens of thousands of medicines, and her blood is also redder than that of ordinary people.

  "Miss, what are you talking about? You're obviously a miss. Look, this scar on Miss's left wrist." Xiang suddenly remembered something and grabbed Ya's wrist, rolling up her sleeve: "Look, this scar was made when Miss was twelve years old and was cut by Big Sister."

  Lan Ya looked at the scar on her wrist, twelve years old? This scar was left when she was taking medicine, if not for her quick bleeding at that time, it's estimated that she would have been gone long ago. The scar was cut, but not by others, it was cut by herself.

  She couldn't understand why she had the same appearance as an ancient person, with the same scars on her face. She didn't think about it anymore.

  Crossed over, I guess I'm free now, I guess I've escaped the control of the Yin Yue family... Maybe this is a good start...

  "That day, on the flower boat, how did I get back?" Lan Ya withdrew her thoughts and asked.

  At the mention of it, a hint of panic flashed across her face. She slightly raised her eyes, but didn't know how to speak. On that day, the entire city saw Miss not wearing clothes on the flower boat. If she were to say it out loud, how could Miss bear the blow? Not to mention Second Madam...

  "What? Afraid I won't be able to take it?" Lan Ya's tone was seemingly self-mocking, her ability to withstand anything stronger than anyone else's. She turned her head to look out the window and said softly, "Speak."

  She knew the situation, of course. In her eyes, it was nothing. Cold words and phrases had long become a seasoning in her life. But what she couldn't understand was that at the moment when she fainted, the man's long sword was clearly stabbing towards her body, so why wasn't she hurt?

  Chen Xiang listened to the words, gazing at Lan Ya for a while before speaking in a weak voice with a strong nasal tone: "That... that day, when I was with the second madam, I saw from afar that Miss was on the Crazy King's ship, and she wasn't even fully dressed. When the second madam boarded the ship and got close to it, she saw the Crazy King's long sword come down, and in her desperation, she used her own body to block the sword for Miss, begging the king to spare Miss's life... The Crazy King only spared Miss's life then..."

  Lan Ya was somewhat surprised. The person on the boat that day was a prince, no wonder he had an air of nobility about him. She knew he wasn't an ordinary person, but she hadn't expected him to be royalty.

  Second Mistress Mo was actually the biological mother of the real mistress, and she had taken a sword for her. She clearly knew that she wasn't that person's daughter; she was Lan Ya. This sword, Second Mistress Mo had mistakenly substituted...

  "How is the second lady now?" If she didn't look like her daughter, she might not have lent a hand to save her either. Lanyah smiled wryly to herself, even if it was just a substitute, the kindness of one sword, she remembered in her heart.