A pair of claws clung tightly to their owner’s arm, "Master, can we go down please."

Hannah pressed down on its trembling head, "What’s there to be afraid of? I’m here, aren’t I?"

The golden lotus closed its eyes, burying its head into its owner’s bosom, its voice trembling, but still wanting to gossip, "Master, did you take a fancy to that man just now?"

Hannah didn’t deny it, only saying, "He has a very beautiful pair of eyes."

She liked them.

Because she liked them, she wanted them.

The golden lotus was not convinced and deliberately said, "Perhaps once he takes off his mask, he will be hideously ugly. Master, you better not like him."

Hannah stopped talking, looking at the spot where the man had just stood.

After watching for a while, she turned to look at the couples on the bridge.

Pink bubbles were flying all over the sky; everywhere was filled with dog food.

But there was no one by her side.

Hannah was not happy.

The golden lotus tried to lift its head, not daring to look at the ground, but could only stare at its owner and carefully ask, "Master, you just mentioned you have a fiancé, so do you still like the villain lord?"

Hannah closed her eyes, her voice lazy, "Mhm."

The golden lotus was pleased, "Then do you like that man from before?"

Hannah replied, "I am very loyal."

Like loving the stars, only loving one person.

The golden lotus breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good then."

Then, Hannah spoke again, "So I like him too."

The golden lotus was stupefied.

Looking down at its own claws.

Because of loyalty, liking two men.

What kind of logic was that?

The golden lotus had a headache from thinking.

Hannah didn’t offer an explanation, but simply jumped down from the tree.

A height of nearly five meters.

She opened her arms under the tree, "Hurry up, just close your eyes and jump."

The golden lotus hugged the tree trunk, its legs weak, "I can’t do it."

Hannah sighed, "You’re such a bother."

She had never raised such a troublesome artificial intelligence before.

It could eat, drink, and sleep and was especially timid.

So she could only climb the tree again, holding the golden lotus as they jumped down.

The golden lotus’s legs were too weak to walk; it still needed to be carried by her.

"So troublesome."

The golden lotus defended itself, "If Master you hadn’t taken me up the tree, my legs wouldn’t be weak, and if they weren’t weak, you wouldn’t have to carry me."

Hannah stopped walking, "Perhaps it would be better to sell you to save on travel expenses."

The golden lotus clutched its head, "I was wrong, Master."

It was obedient again.

Hannah patted its head with satisfaction and continued on her way.

After she left, the man hiding in the dark stepped out again.

There was no one around.

He walked forward, picking up the red hairband Hannah had accidentally dropped under the tree and carefully stored it before following her again.

*

Emma was throwing a royal temper in the palace, smashing things all over the place.

None of the maids dared to stop her and could only kneel on the ground, picking up the broken porcelain shards.

These were antiques, and while they weren’t worth a fortune, there were plenty of people vying to collect them.

The king doted on his daughter, sending nearly anything of value to her.

The outside world spoke of the First Princess as noble and elegant, the empire’s future, but only those within the palace knew that rumors were just rumors.

The real First Princess was jealous and prone to fits of rage.

Every time she got angry, the event of maidservants being beaten to death had already happened countless times, but each incident was always suppressed.

"A bunch of useless things, unable to find even one person, what use do I have for you!"

As her words fell, another vase was hurled.

The maid kneeling at the door tensed her body, not daring to dodge.

The vase brushed past her ear and crashed behind her.