I'm competing with the male lead for a woman[GL]

Chapter 96: Where did the Princess go wrong?

Xiao Jin stared at the crack on the ground and couldn't quite recover herself.

After a long time, she said, "It's nothing."

But just as she finished speaking, another silver light flashed.

Immediately after, a section of a locust tree branch fell from the trunk and landed on the ground pitifully.

Seeing Chu Shao draw her sword again, Xiao Jin looked at the innocent branch on the ground and, feeling her scalp go numb, tentatively asked, "Why did the Princess cut it down?"

Chu Shao's fingers were pale and slender as they lightly brushed over the silver sword.

She casually sheathed it and smiled, "It's nothing, I just felt that the flower was a bit distracting." The flower branch lay on the ground, unable to speak.

Xiao Jin sat in her wheelchair and fell silent along with the branch.

Until the night wind grew colder.

Chu Shao walked slowly towards her, her tear mole unusually striking, like the burning peach blossoms of March.

She stood under the locust tree, smiling as she looked at Xiao Jin, and suddenly asked in a soft voice, "Between me and General Ye Juege, who is more important to you, Your Highness?"

Xiao Jin was stunned.

What kind of question was this?

Chu Shao could see Xiao Jin's confusion and, bending down to pick up a fallen flower petal, she smiled softly, "Your Highness seems to be a little hesitant, so let me put it more simply... If one of us had to die, who would you want to die?"

Xiao Jin's eyes widened slightly.

Was this really Chu Shao in front of her? Was she really asking such a question?

Certainly, the question was commonplace and had to do with death.

But Chu Shao asked it with a serious expression and a smile.

However, faced with this question, Xiao Jin couldn't help but ask, "Princess, why must one of you die?" Everyone was alive, wasn't that good? Besides, who had the ability to capture both Chu Shao and Ye Juege at the same time?

But...

The curve of Chu Shao's lips gradually converged.

Because she knew that sometimes answering a question with a non-answer was already an answer.

Chu Shao couldn't help but admit that indeed, Xiao Jin often made her feel very happy.

There were moments when just sitting quietly beside her, holding up her chin and looking at her with a smile, made her feel beautiful and wonderful.

But more often than not, Xiao Jin was not Xiao Jin, but the Third Prince, the Prince Yan who was planning and strategizing in her study.

Even though Xiao Jin was sitting in a wheelchair, her legs were restrained. She wouldn't always be like a flower in a pot, swaying the pleasing branches and leaves and blooming a few small flowers when the weather was fine.

She grew slowly, silently by her side.

In other words, Xiao Jin didn't really belong to her.

She could be brushed by the cool breeze, illuminated by the sunlight, and returned to the yellow earth after a hundred years.

But she would not belong to her.

Realizing this depressing fact, the joys of these past few days seemed as illusory as a mirage.