She was accustomed to a life of relentless competition, thriving on excitement and challenges. Deep down, she could never accept the idea of her fate being toyed with by others—lying flat like a salted fish would only fill her with anxiety.
Shen Wei rolled out of bed and pushed aside the fish-skin curtain to step outside. Barely two steps in, the dark-skinned boy appeared out of nowhere, his thin arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he wailed, "Sister! You can't go to Prince Wu's Mansion! Wuwu... Prince Wu will beat you to death!"
Shen Wei: "..."
She patted the boy's head. "Let go."
The boy trembled violently, clinging even harder. "No, I won't! Even if you beat me to death, I won't let go! Wuwu..." Tears and snot streamed down his face, leaving shiny streaks on Shen Wei's clothes.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Wei softened her tone. "I'm not going to see any Prince Wu. Come inside with me—I have questions for you."
The boy hesitated but eventually followed.
