CHAPTER 886: CHAPTER 886: DO WE KNOW EACH OTHER?

"Why?"

"...Every time I want to see my sister, my brother always secretly glares at me." Kira puffed her cheeks, "He’s so stingy, so we won’t play with him!"

"Alright." Amused by her childish demeanor, Ann Vaughn nodded in agreement but sighed lightly in her heart.

If everyone here were as straightforward and innocent as Kira, she would probably find things much easier.

But she knew, such a thing was impossible.

Just as they were discussing what time to head over tonight, Kira’s maid came running over, her face full of panic.

"Princess, terrible news! The Second Royal Consort has complained to Your Majesty, saying you’re always neglecting your duties, embarrassing the Royal Family’s name, and wants to send you out of The Royal City to toughen you up!"

"It’s that troublemaker again!" Kira stomped her foot angrily, "If she can’t stand me, she should come say it to my face, instead of tattling behind my back! I despise her!"

"What’s going on?" Ann Vaughn asked, her eyes showing surprise.

From the looks of it, Kira doesn’t seem to have a good relationship with the two royal consorts?

Remembering her brother’s previous advice, Kira dared not bother Ann Vaughn with her past issues.

"The Second Royal Consort has disliked me for a long time, and now that she’s got the chance, she’ll try every way to get me out of The Royal City." Kira was furious and worried, "If Father really listens to her..."

Seeing that she wanted to find The Old King but wasn’t comfortable leaving Ann Vaughn alone, Ann gave her a reassuring smile.

"Go quickly, I was just about to head back to my room to rest."

"You’re the best, sister! This time, I’ll definitely get rid of that shrew Delina, and celebrate the blooming of the White Mandala with it!"

Kira rolled up her sleeves, said that, and hurriedly left.

Sitting in the garden chair for a short while, Ann Vaughn got up to go back.

Who knew that as soon as she passed the flower bushes, a hand suddenly reached out from the shadows, pulling Ann Vaughn forcefully behind the bushes!

Ann was startled, her mouth covered by someone so she couldn’t make a sound.

That person, covering her mouth, cautiously looked around the garden to make sure there were no patrolling guards, then sighed in relief.

"I feel like a spy." Kressiel released her hand from Ann Vaughn’s mouth and complained, "That princess is always sticking with you, like a shadow, making it hard for me to find a chance to talk to you alone."

"Who are you?" Hearing her familiar and natural tone, Ann’s heart skipped a beat, and she asked her in a low voice.

Kressiel hadn’t noticed anything wrong, admiringly touched her own face, "Don’t say you can’t recognize me, even when I look in the mirror every day, I almost get mesmerized by my own reflection."

If it weren’t for the unsightly burn scars on her face, she would be quite a beauty.

Ann blinked, furrowing her brows as she looked at her for a while and asked puzzledly, "Do we know each other?"

Hearing this, Kressiel immediately had an expression of disbelief.

"Ann Vaughn, are you kidding me? Even though we haven’t seen each other for months, we do video chats every week, and you just forgot about me, Kressiel??"

Ann pressed her lips but didn’t answer.

Yet the sense of helplessness from knowing nothing once again surged in her heart.

In the past, Kressiel would have insisted on clarifying things with Ann Vaughn.

But not now.

"Let’s leave the complicated stuff for another time, what I have to say now is important, you must listen carefully."

Kressiel’s expression turned serious, "The day after tomorrow is Queen Manfrieda’s death anniversary, the nation will mourn for three days, and The Royal City will be extremely busy, but our only chance is on the first day of mourning."

"On that day, I’ll help you get rid of the people Warren Vance has assigned to watch you and take you out of The Royal City. We only have this one opportunity. If we miss or get exposed, you will be safe, but I may be in life-threatening danger."

Ann’s eyes slightly widened, "With such risks, why are you still helping me?"

"You’re getting stranger and stranger." Kressiel said annoyed, "I owe this face you see to your treatment, taking a risk for you is nothing."

"...Let me think about it."

Kressiel grew anxious, "Think? What more is there to think about? If you keep thinking, your son’s tears will flood my house! And your man... why are you not worried at all?"

Kressiel felt indignant, thinking, is this the proverbial ’the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is’?

Upon hearing this, Ann’s eyes opened wide, almost losing control of her emotions.

"My son and... man?!"

Even though she didn’t believe the memories Warren Vance implanted in her, hearing a drastically different story startled her.

Kressiel finally noticed something was wrong with Ann, looking at her suspiciously, "Annie, have you been sunstruck? I can understand if you forget me, but surely you haven’t forgotten Cyrus Hawthorne and Kenny?"

Whenever Ann had talked about them in the past, her eyes always sparkled with happiness.

Cyrus Hawthorne and Kenny...

At the mention of these names, Ann’s eyes went blank for a brief moment, unwittingly murmuring them.

In the next instant, her face turned ashen.

It was as if a thousand silver needles were lodged in her head, mercilessly turning inside, causing her shoulders to tremble and making her clutch her head, bending over.

In a blink, sweat started beading on Ann’s forehead.

Kressiel was startled by her pale face and hurried forward to support her, "Are you feeling unwell? Or are you sick?"

Ann wanted to shake her head, but her head felt so heavy, as if she might collapse if she wasn’t careful.

"You can’t go on like this, we must quickly find a doctor to check you." Kressiel said urgently, attempting to help Ann up to find a doctor.

Unexpectedly, Ann pushed her away.

"The guards will be here soon, you should leave quickly and don’t let anyone find out we met." Ann said through clenched teeth, managing to maintain her voice steady for Kressiel.

"But you..."

"I’m fine, just go."

Kressiel wanted to say more, but seeing Ann so insistent, she had no choice but to leave first.

In her panic earlier, she almost forgot that Ann herself is a doctor, what illness can’t she cure?

Yet Ann’s strange behavior left Kressiel immensely puzzled, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

Shortly after Kressiel left, Ann barely managed a step forward before everything went dark, and she fainted onto the grass.