Your Royal Highness, You Are a Stand-in!

Yun Youyou turned the pages of the book very mechanically.

One page, one page, all blank.

"What do you like him?" Two slender fingers pressed the paper.

Yun Youyou flipped over, but didn't flip.

Afterwards, she realized that Her Royal Highness repeated the question he had just asked, with obvious tolerance and restraint in her tone.

If he didn't answer his question, he wouldn't let her continue to scroll back.

She stared at the blank pages and felt that her emotions had completely calmed down.

"His Royal Highness, this person is not like your elder brother." She said, "My elder brother is not like this. My elder brother is very confident and very powerful, just like your Royal Highness."

Wenze's chest was stuffy and shocked, accompanied by a nice low laugh, a warm air flow fell on the top of her hair.

Her fingertips gently rubbed the paper back and forth, trying to remove it from under his fingers.

He tried hard and silently confronted her.

"Don't deceive yourself." He curled his lips coldly. "Lin Siming is dead. Think about your own future. Who do you plan to replace him? Who else do you plan to call brother? Just find a man, or, think about it. Come back to me."

When he said the last sentence, the fake smile on his face disappeared, his eyes darkened like an abyss, every word was paused, and his voice was low.

With a move of her finger, she turned the page successfully.

"I won't be with anyone else, Your Highness." She lowered her head in a very soft voice, "To me, only you are different."

She couldn't explain the abnormality in her body, couldn't explain why the elder brother in her eyes looked exactly like His Highness Wen Ze.

She didn't look up at him, and didn't know what kind of huge waves her black eyes caused by this big truth.

She continued to turn back page by page.

Wen Ze didn't stop it any more, but let go of his sight, fixedly looking at her slender hand-a blank page that could not be turned over for a long time, like this long overdue but has been meaningless and lasting love.

"Swish, swish, swish."

She didn't notice when Wen Ze released her, and moved away from her little by little.

Step by step, the army boots stepped on the semi-corroded floor and walked to the wooden door with a little sunlight. He wants to leave by himself, and won't be bewitched by her anymore. If she wants to reunite with the mirror, then she must show sincerity long enough to impress him, and he may not accept it.

"Ah!" She interrupted his pace with a small whisper.

Near the end of a page, there are words.

Wen Ze turned around and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Not long ago, he had turned a few blank pages, then casually flipped through the second half of the blank paper, and looked directly at the last page. At that time, he did not find this hidden line of handwriting—only like her, patiently page by page. It is possible to find it by turning it all over.

Very beautiful handwriting, born out of those slightly immature handwriting, and with its own unique character.

He wrote: "You are not a moss, but the most beautiful little star. Back to the beginning, my brother gave you a miracle as a gift."

There was no beginning and no end, but Wen Ze's heart sank inexplicably.

His pupils contracted and looked at her.

The girl opened her eyes wide, staring at the line for an instant, her eyes flushed rapidly, and two bright springs of pearls appeared.

"Brother...this is the older brother..." she muttered to herself.

The corners of Wenze's lips moved slightly as he was about to speak, and his brain dinged as a new message popped up.

-Lin Siming's death report.

Wen Ze stared at her complicatedly, and then opened the newly released document.

"...Huh?" After a brief glance, he immediately narrowed his eyes.

He slowed his voice and said one word at a time: "Lin Siming died of drugs. Who helped him in the funeral?"

Yun Youyou's heart shook, raised her head, and looked at Wenze's face through the mist of misty tears.

Yes, at that time, Green Forest had fallen into the worm tide. Who buried Lin Siming, and who wrote the tombstone for him?

She is very clearly aware that when her brain is thinking about things about her brother independently, her thoughts will always slip away on her own, and she can't think deeply about the obvious things that are wrong.

This feeling is like when people are in a dream, they occasionally have doubts about "This is illogical-am I dreaming", but in the next second, thoughts are always easily taken away by dreams.

When Wen Ze mentioned these things, she could normally follow his thoughts and continue to think.

She knew that her brother had helped two people in the underground laboratory block the elevator before returning to the villa. At that time, the green forest was full of insects. How could it be possible for a person to be buried normally after death?

As soon as he thought, he heard Wen Ze’s calm and pleasant voice continue to sound: "Time of death, the winter of 1328."

Yun Youyou stunned his fingers to calculate for a while.

She was 15 years old at the time of the accident, in 1333. Lin Siming died in 1328.

How can a person who has been dead for five years appear in the lane and save her?

Ghost... Ghost? No, "Lin Siming" has been alive. There are too many people who can prove it.

This dead Lin Siming is not his brother!

There was thunder after another in her head, and she felt dizzy and unsteady.

Then... who is your brother? !

"Pattern."

There was an icy cold on the wrist.

She looked down in confusion, only to see Wenze holding a silver-white shackle in her hand and clasping her thin wrist.

She looked at Wenze.

I saw him holding the other shackles in his hands blankly, and pulling her to his side with a slight force.

He looked at her condescendingly, his expression serious, like a most just judge.

"After Lin Siming's death, someone took his place and lived in Greenwood for eight years, until Greenwood fell. This person is the biggest suspect in killing Lin Siming-he must be desperate if he needs to deliberately hide his identity here."

The corners of Wenze's lips hooked slightly.

"Yun Youyou, are you his accomplice?"

He took her other hand.

The movements are gentle, just like when he helped her out of the star car with the most gentleman's movements and led her to the Golden Roof Restaurant.

She hadn't recovered yet, she only watched him stunnedly putting her two wrists together, ready to handcuff her.

His face is cold and handsome, and his whole body exudes a temperament of abstinence.

Just when the shackles encircled her other wrist and was about to cuff her hands in one place, his breathing suddenly slapped, and the heavy air current hit her ears heavily.

She was frightened and looked up at him.

He cast his eyes down in time, Crow's long eyelashes concealed his dark eyes: "...Under investigation, are there any objections?"

She found that his voice was much dumb.

She shook her head quickly: "No objection, Your Highness, I also want to know what happened to my brother."

She has always been very acquainted with current affairs. At this moment, realizing that her brother might still be alive, she immediately adjusted her mindset.

Wen Ze paused with his fingers, and instead of cuffing her two hands, he put the other shackles on his own wrist.

Yun Youyou looked at him in surprise.

"You are an important witness," he squinted slightly, his expression casually showing a trace of laziness, "I personally take you back."

Yun Youyou: "...Your Highness."

He chuckled and strode out.

She had to trot to follow behind him. When he went out, he paused slightly, turned his head to look at her, frowning.

The gray clouds separated for just a moment, and a ray of stellar light was shining on his side face, lining him with a gold border.

She looked at him with the light behind her back, dazzled by this half-silhouette state of prosperous beauty.

"Who said you are a moss." He said with dissatisfaction. "You are not a star either."

She blinked.

"…Oh."

His Highness at this moment was so childish.

It's like, he said he wanted to send her to the garden.

"Where is your beginning, what miracle do you want." He asked quietly.

Yun Youyou's expression stagnated.

She hadn't had time to think deeply about the meaning of the words left by her brother.

Wen Ze had already keenly sensed something.

—"You are not a moss, but the most beautiful little star. Back to the beginning, my brother gave you a miracle as a gift."

This is... Brother's clue.

Yun Youyou couldn't help holding his breath.

The first miracle. When she was in the most emotional breakdown, she once told her brother about her past-looking forward to the return of her parents in the mine, which was the miracle she originally longed for.

What does this mean, brother?

Should I tell your Highness about this matter?

When she hesitated, she saw a starry sky car driving to the door of the villa.

The streamlined body, silvery white color, is the starry sky car that Wen Ze usually uses.

Yun Youyou is a little confused-isn't this a green forest that is perilous and occupied by the Zerg for three years? Why did your Highness come in a star car?

Wen Ze picked up this silly fellow and stuffed it into his personal cabin.

The two people's wrists were handcuffed together, and it was a little inconvenient to move. He almost rubbed her and ran over her soft body.

"Tell your secret." He took off half of the shackles from his wrists, buckled the handle on the top of the car roof, and then began the interrogation.

Her body was forced to lean towards him.

It is not spacious here, the most suitable posture is that he put an arm behind her and half around her.

At this moment, her right hand was hung on the roof of the car, and her whole person was almost nestled in his arms.

He has a heavy air and full of pressure.

The stiff black uniform, cold eyes, and slightly stretched lip line seemed unusually firm.

In the narrow space, the atmosphere becomes very strange.

Sen is cold and ambiguous.

When he looked down at her condescendingly, he looked so serious, but he seemed to be flirting with her.

"What happened in that lane?"