The MC forgot the plot

一 FIFTEENTH 一

十五 The third prince and her

The frail slim body turned over and over again creating a mess out of the silk bed. Hair like waterfalls

Her left eyelids continuously pulsed, it left an ominous premonition in her heart. Meng Jia Yi couldn't sleep, she was far awake from the dreams that left her completely sober.

It was not the memories but the future bloody battle of the crown that she remembered.

And she was one of that cannon fodder that was left to rot and die without being able to rest in peace.

The wind howled like wolves do earning goosebumps to rise from her skin, the darkness continues to envelop her; one that had always accompanied her and now the one that she fears.

"XiXi?" She repeated the third time before there was a reply.

"Yes, miss?"

"Come inside"

The door slides and there was XiXi who was now wide eye in alert, her head moving left and right to survey her miss's room in fear of having a thief or worse an assassin from the previous accident.

"Miss, what's the matter?"

"Sleep with me"

XiXi almost stumbled on the floor when she heard her miss state those words, when she looked up slightly her miss's face that was lit up with the moonlight's glow appeared serious.

"Miss, this slave cannot, what about sleeping int the floor miss?"

"Just sleep here" when XiXi still didn't stand up from her place she shed tears. "I'm... I'm just afraid..." She sobs softly and acted as if she was a grievous lady who was given injustice.

XiXi's face was shaken up and she can only move slightly on her miss's bed before she was pulled by her miss. It didn't take long for her to actually realized that she is sleeping beside her miss, with just the two of them and blushed.

The soft bedding behind her back, the gentle yet intoxicating smell of flowers from her miss's hair and the warm body heat that continues to warm her face. Everything makes no sense for her.

"Sleep, XiXi"

XiXi was stiff at the beginning when she finally heard the soft snore from her miss, her still head turned and she watches her missus sleep peacefully.

She associates her missus fear of the announcement that the Prime Minister stated just hours ago and felt pity for her miss.

'Do not worry miss, XiXi will make sure to finish what you ordered and save you even if my life is to be exchanged'

...

It was another day and the streets were filled with the yells of self-employed commoners, the beggars being whipped out of their stores and the kids pickpocketing naive visitors ran rampant into the worse alley of the capital.

Through the tea house, a young woman with plain features almost blending through the background was seen listening fervently to the stories given by the storyteller.

It was a place to gather news whether untrue or exaggerated it was there is still a hint of validity in it. Rumors of who's widow have finally turned to carnal exchange for money, which family has the best livelihood, jealous matriarch that hated concubines and some scholars that were being praised by the matchmakers.

Applause rang from the tea house after the antagonist of the story meets its end and the main characters fled to marry out of love.

"Did you hear? The Sang clan had been implicated due to corruption, it was said that their nine clans were not spared!"