Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

The greasy aroma hit again, this time Jiang Sile was much more skilled.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them.

Princess An Le was looking at her not far away, with a slight smile on her lips.

"Again?...a person from another world."

"You are an illusion, you are a fake!"

Jiang Sile stared into her eyes and said.

"Oh, am I really a fake?"

Princess An Le took a step forward, and the emerald green skirt flicked across the ground.

The red plum hairpin, as red as blood, was inserted in Princess Anle's hair, adding a bit of coquettishness.

"You are fake. I am Princess Anle."

This time Jiang Sile no longer obsesses over whether Princess Anle is true or not, and insists that she is true.

"really?"

Princess An Le suddenly floated to Jiang Sile's left.

Her breath was on Jiang Sile's face, and Jiang Sile could even feel the fluttering of her hair and her breath.

"What about your era? Is that fake?"

"Or...you are fake."

A trace of teasing flashed in Princess An Le's eyes,
"You are not Princess An Le!

Do you know your father's name? "

"Do you know what Jiang Yi likes best?"

"you know……"

Each question was like a sharp sword, accompanied by white smoke, breaking through Jiang Sile's defense line of logic and rationality.

This pain didn't gradually dissipate until the greasy fragrance dissipated.

"Anle, Anle?"

"I am fine."

Jiang Sile couldn't open her eyes anymore, and when she felt Ah Yi's chest behind her, she leaned firmly against her.

A Yishi returned to that position with Jiang Sile in his arms, his eyes were like a secluded well full of broken glass, full of pain and distress.

The three of them just looked at Jiang Sile's weak face until she slowly opened her eyes.

"I'm fine." Jiang Sile pulled out a smile, but the smile on that pale face made people even more sad.

"Don't try again. Okay?" Ah Yi couldn't figure it out.

He didn't understand, why did An Le make her suffer again and again?
He didn't understand why it was necessary to light this hateful candle?

When Jiang Sile fell into that state, he wanted to break the candle several times and destroy it completely.

He thought, is it... is it because of the story he didn't understand?
If...if he can learn Daxia better, maybe he can help An Le.

If he was from Daxia, wouldn't it be...won't An Le have to torture himself over and over again?

Ah Yi lowered his head, for the first time he felt like a loser.

Incompetent loser.

"try again."

When Jiang Sile looked at Ah Yi, she seemed to see Ah Yi's self-blame and pain, and she tugged Ah Yi's hand.

Put your own hand on his big hand.

"try again."

"Only once?" Ah Yi questioned, poking his neck.

Jiang Sile shook his head and said, "Until it succeeds."

For a moment, Ah Yishi really wanted to slap the table and forcibly took Jiang Si away.

But... what about after leaving?
"I'll accompany you," Ah Yi said in a hoarse voice, "I'll accompany you, and accompany you to put out the candles."

Jiang Sile smiled, and actually burst into tears.

"Okay, put out the candles with me."

……

The greasy aroma hit again, this is the third time.

Princess Anle came in a green dress, and the smile in her eyes grew stronger.

"Are you here again?"

She said helplessly.

"Why do you and I have to be so tit for tat?"

"Kill him, he killed me in his previous life, and now he has paid for his life. What's wrong with that?"

"He's dead, you can go back to your time..."

If words can make swords, Jiang Sile sneered, then this Princess Anle is a master of masters.

"You are a fake, you are an illusion."

"Again?"

Princess An Le spread her hands helplessly, and said with a smile: "Just relying on this conclusion that is full of loopholes?"

"People from another world, are you Zhuang Zhou, or that butterfly?"

"Is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly?"

"What if you were a butterfly?"

……

For the fourth time, Jiang Sile was somewhat immune to the greasy smell, but still felt a little choking.

The red plum hairpin on Princess Anle's head is vivid and extremely red.

"Where is this hairpin from? Why have I never seen it before?"

Princess An Le was taken aback for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Finally think about it?"

Jiang Sile ignored her, and asked repeatedly: "Where did this hairpin come from?"

"Ah Cheng sent it...you don't know, but it's normal. Before the marriage, I...I agreed to Ah Cheng's proposal."

"It's just that I didn't expect that fate would trick people..."

Saying that, Princess Anle had a look of disappointment on her face.

"You are a fake, you are an illusion."

Jiang Sile said coldly.

He was feeling lost like this, but was interrupted by Jiang Sile.

A trace of cruelty flashed across Princess Anle's face.

"Come again? Ask for trouble!"

"You are the illusion, a person from another world, go back to your home."

"Your era is still waiting for you...you are the one who doesn't belong here!"

"Think about it, could it be that the first half of your life was a lie?"

……

For the fifth time, Jiang Sile could vaguely feel Ayishi's worried eyes from the white smoke.

On the opposite side, Princess Anle is walking slowly.

She showed disdain and said, "What do you want to say? I'm a fake, I'm an illusion?"

Jiang Sile shook his head slightly.

"Do not."

Princess An Le finally raised her head, her eyes were looking at Jiang Sile.

"I'm not fake, and neither are you."

"Interesting words." Princess An Le raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.

Next, Jiang Sile said word by word, staring closely at Princess Anle's eyes.

"But you are not Princess An Le, and neither am I."

"You are just—the person who possessed Princess An Le in the previous life."

As he spoke, a relaxed smile finally appeared on Jiang Sile's face.

"Right, senior traveler!"