Now, Sister Lin was the only person in the world who always believed in her.
Xi Lin stared blankly at Feng Tianlan, her mouth agape. She only spoke after a long while. “Did you die?”
Feng Tianlan gently nodded her head and answered, “Yes.”
“You died two years ago on April 12th?”
Feng Tianlan nodded again.
Xi Lin waves her hands. “Wait, I’m a little confused,” she said. Then she paced up and down the temple, repeatedly uttering on her breath “she died on April 9th, the mourning was on the 10th, the burial was on the 11th, and her Imperial Brother returned on the 12th.”
Xi Lin repeated this many times. She muttered over and over again to herself before she finally understood and went in front of Feng Tianlan to say, “But the Shen family announced your death to the outside world on the 9th. The funeral hall was set up on the same day and the mourning started on the 10th. The burial happened on the 11th, and Imperial Brother returned to the city on the 12th. You said you died on the 12th?”
She was baffled by it.
Moreover, Dai’er was standing right in front of her and kept insisting that she was dead, which made her even more confused and frustrated.
“And wasn’t April 12th the day Imperial Brother was supposed to marry her?” After asking this, Xi Lin felt her head start to ache and she felt as if her head were about to explode. Was this person dead or alive?
“I was in the Shen Family’s dungeon. I was imprisoned and persecuted for three days. I was held in the dungeon from the night of the 9th until the night of the 12th, when I died.” Feng Tianlan couldn’t help trembling inside when she spoke about her past life. The hatred and torture she’d experienced during that period caused her to shake.
Xi Lin looked up at Feng Tianlan in shock and said, “You were buried on the 11th?”
“That wasn’t me. It was a body wearing a mask made of human skin that looked like me for the burial.” Feng Tianlan sneered and said with sorrow, “I didn’t even enter the Ancestral Hall in death.”
Shen Yunya was the one who’d been vicious to her. She had faked her burial. Even the body buried in the ancestral grave wasn’t her own. Exactly how much had she hated her for to have treated her like that?
“But you’re not…” Xi Lin stared. Was she seeing a ghost?
“I reincarnated into someone else’s body and was reborn,” Feng Tianlan said evenly. The sob story that Shen Yunya had previously spun was useful to her at this time.
Xi Lin looked at her and didn’t regain her composure for a long time. “Shen Yunya went to the state preceptor and made a blood sacrifice to the crystal ball, asking about your re-birth,” she said. “So, Imperial Brother went to Guiyuan Continent twice, and in the end, the person he found wasn’t you…”
As Xi Lin talked, she felt that it was all so confusing. What had exactly happened during these past three years?
Feng Tianlan looked at Xi Lin and asked earnestly. “Sister Lin, do you believe me?”
Xi Lin stared at her and answered without hesitation, “What nonsense are you talking about? Since we were kids, when I have not believed you? You heartless wrench. I suffered so many times because I believed you. And now you have the nerve to ask me that?”
Speaking of her childhood, Feng Tianlan softly chuckled. She also couldn’t help but come forward to hug Xi Lin. Her voice choked with emotion as she said, “Sister Lin, I missed you so much.”
When she was a child, she was naughty and spoiled, so she’d often bullied Sister Lin. Whenever she was allowed to leave the Imperial Palace, she said she was sick. No matter what Sister Lin was doing at that time, as long as she heard she was sick, she would drag Big Brother Jin out of the palace. No matter how many times she used this lie, it would still happen like this. Even though she’d almost caused Sister Lin to be bitten by a snake with her lies when she was young, Sister Lin would always believe her.
No matter how many times she told a lie, Sister Lin chose to believe her, so how could Sister Lin send assassins to hunt her down to kill her?
“You…” Just like when they were children, Xi Lin gently patted her on the back. With tears in her eyes, her voice choked with emotion as she said, “You heartless wrench. You’ve been gone for three years and never sent me a message. And now you have the nerve to say you missed me?”