Under the protection of Duke Lorian’s territory, Sista obtained a rare moment of respite.
The current situation remained unclear. Her Highness Moria might have already learned of her escape, but since her original purpose was to secretly assassinate Sista, it was inconvenient to make the matter public. Therefore, she had not searched for Sista’s whereabouts with great fanfare.
However, Sista knew in her heart that Moria must have already begun her moves in the shadows.
It was early autumn, and the cornfields swayed gently in the breeze, their golden ears shimmering with a warm light under the sun.
Sista and Su Ling walked side by side on the ridge of the field. The ground beneath their feet was soft and elastic, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of ripe corn.
Looking at the rolling fields in the distance, Sista’s gaze held a hint of detachment. Since meeting Tii and the Poet, her life had undergone earth-shattering changes.
Originally, she only wanted to stay with Su Ling in Summer Castle, staying away from conflict and living a stable life. Now, however, she had no choice but to get involved in the struggle for the throne and stand on the opposite side of Moria.
“There is something I want to ask you.”
Sista suddenly stopped, her voice low and serious.
“Now we must seize the throne; it is the only way out. Su Ling, what are your thoughts?”
Su Ling turned her head, looked into those deep and cold blood-red eyes, and gently took her hand.
“Your Highness,” she said softly, “you once asked me if you were suitable to become King. My answer has not changed — you are the most suitable person.”
Sista raised her chin slightly, a trace of complex emotion appearing in her eyes.
“Moria is my elder sister. We grew up together… Although she was always high and mighty, I never thought about competing with her for anything.”
She sighed softly, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible unease.
“And now, I must become her enemy, and even… meet her on the battlefield.”
No matter how calm or sharp she was, she was still just a young girl. Facing such a massive change, it was inevitable for her heart to waver.
Su Ling remained silent for a moment, then looked up with a firm gaze.
“Your Highness, do you remember what you said? The future of Ansels is more important than anything.”
“Her Highness Moria’s way of ruling will only plunge the kingdom into a deeper crisis. You understand the people’s needs better than she does, and you know better how to balance power and responsibility.”
Sista’s gaze gradually turned cold.
“You are right.”
She said in a low voice:
“If I do not stand up, this kingdom will only continue to sink.”
“Therefore, I must win.”
“I will drag Moria down from the throne.”
The two of them continued forward along the ridge. The autumn wind brushed against them, bringing a hint of chill. The distant sky was clear, with white clouds floating slowly.
When they reached the end, Sista suddenly turned around, her gaze falling on Su Ling’s face.
“Su Ling, if I become King…”
She paused.
“At that time, will you continue to be my personal maid?”
Su Ling was stunned, obviously not expecting her to ask this question. Her eyes were slightly flustered, but she quickly regained her composure.
“Of course I will.”
She lowered her head, her voice gentle:
“If Your Highness is willing, I will always stay by your side and serve you.”
However, Sista frowned slightly. She suddenly reached out, grabbed Su Ling’s wrist, and pulled her close.
“Ugh — “
Caught off guard, Su Ling’s body leaned forward until she was almost pressed against Sista’s chest. Her heart rate suddenly quickened, and a blush rose on her cheeks.
“But I do not want you to be just my maid.”
Sista’s voice was low and persistent, her gaze locked tightly onto her.
“To me, you are far more than that.”
Su Ling’s breath hitched. That almost obsessive emotion was like a net, wrapping her tightly.
She asked in a slightly trembling voice:
“Your Highness… then what kind of relationship do you hope for us to have?”
Sista did not answer. She simply took Su Ling into her arms, her arm encircling the other girl’s waist.
Su Ling’s body stiffened, and her breathing became rapid. Sista gently lifted her chin, forcing Su Ling to meet her eyes. Their gazes met, and the air was filled with an indescribable tension and ambiguity.
Then —
She lowered her head and kissed her.
The sound of the wind seemed to quiet down at this moment, leaving only each other’s breathing between heaven and earth.
A long time later, Sista slowly released her, her expression still carrying a lingering intent.
“What I want is this kind of relationship.”
Su Ling stood in place, her mind in a mess and her heart beating erratically.
Just then, Sista’s voice rang in her ear again, low and with a hint of command that brooked no refusal:
“Tonight, come to my bedroom.”
Su Ling’s cheeks instantly turned crimson, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the corner of Sista’s clothes.
“Your Highness… we are still living in the Duke’s Mansion right now. Is this… not quite appropriate?”
Sista lowered her head slightly, her gaze deep:
“What is inappropriate? If I want to do it, I will.”
That oppressive tone left Su Ling unable to think for a moment. She could only lower her head and whisper:
“… Yes, Your Highness.”
Sista nodded with satisfaction, a flash of pleasure in her eyes.
“Do not make me wait too long.”
“I will arrive on time…”
Su Ling responded softly, her cheeks burning hot.
Sista finally released her and turned to continue walking forward, her back straight and composed, as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.
The early autumn wind blew again, but it could not calm the throbbing in Su Ling’s heart. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and then quickly followed in Sista’s footsteps.
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