Rebirth: The unfavored Princess is the Tyrant King's favorite-Chapter 152: Make me understand

30 minutes earlier,

Luciana felt like she was stuck in a dark place, drifting into nothingness. No matter how much she tried, all she could see was darkness.

Occasionally, she would feel as if her body had become as light as a feather and was floating in space; she felt as if she was suspended in midair.

She didn’t know how long that feeling of floating, darkness, and nothingness lasted, but she felt as if she was falling at top speed.

She felt as if her body had dropped from the top of the highest cliff, and then she kept falling and falling down into the unknown; only when she opened her eyes did she see a scene of Nicholas kneeling beside her on the ground as he kept pumping her chest up and down in steady movements.

"Nick!" She called out, but he couldn’t hear her. She tried to pat him, but her hands just passed through him without feeling anything.

She stared at herself and saw she looked transparent, and she began to panic.

’Was she a ghost now? Was she dead? No, no, this couldn’t happen; this couldn’t be the end.’

"Luciana, love, please don’t do this to me," Luciana heard Nick’s voice full of fear as he called out to her and stretched his hand towards the side of her neck.

"Nick, I’m right here. Listen to me," she yelled in anguish, but nothing happened.

Before she could try and touch him again, she heard someone say behind her.

"He wouldn’t hear you," the voice said.

Luciana turned and saw a beautiful woman dressed in red robes with a red peony flower on her forehead; she looked familiar but not familiar at the same time.

Luciana realized how the woman looked just like she did at the moment. She also looked transparent like her; Luciana could tell that, like her, no one human saw the woman apart from her.

She could tell there was something wrong with the way the woman was watching her; she had a look of guilt in her eyes as if she had done something bad to her. Something very bad.

Luciana’s mind drifted to the large and long red snake that had dragged her underwater a few minutes ago, and her eyes became cold.

"It was you, right? It was you who tried to kill me just a moment ago, wasn’t it? No, I should say you were the one who killed me a moment ago because I’m just a soul now. I’m dead, and it’s all your fault, Mother!" She growled, and the woman’s eyes widened.

At the same time, Luciana held her head in pain as a memory flashed past her mind; she remembered a scene where she was calling a woman "mother."

The woman had the same face as the woman standing before her, except that that woman always had a cold look in her eyes, but this woman looked like she was full of guilt, and there were tears in her eyes.

"I’m sorry; Mother didn’t mean it; Mother is sorry for not recognizing you. Mother is very sorry," Harriet said.

For the first time in her existence, she had said the s-word several times in one breath, but she still felt it wasn’t enough.

For 2000 years, she couldn’t recognize her daughter and had caused so much damage over the years, aiding Eve and messing with the memories of every reincarnation of her daughter and making it so that she and the water dragon prince would always become enemies instead of lovers.

Thanks to her meddling, the curse couldn’t even be broken.

"Don’t you think your ’sorry" came a little bit late? I’m already dead; what can your "sorry" do to me now, Mother?" Luciana asked.

"No, you are not dead, not yet at least. In the Fire Dragon clan, anytime we’re on the verge of death, our souls slip out of our bodies. This preserves our souls just in case someone malicious wants to kill us in our weak state; as long as our souls are intact and not much damage is done to our bodies, we can return to it and possess it again," Harriet explained.

"Fire dragon clan? What has that got to do with me?" Luciana asked in puzzlement.

"You are a fire dragon, Luciana, just like how the Prince is a water dragon," Harriet said, and Luciana burst into laughter.

"Are you telling me something out of a fairytale?" Luciana asked, chuckling.

"You know you were born with all the gifts, right?"

"How..." Luciana whispered in surprise.

"I’m your mother, remember?" Harriet said.

"No, you are not my mother; I called you that because I was confused for a moment there; my mother is dead," Luciana said.

"That woman you remember as your mother is not your mother. You have a human mother, but she’s not the woman you know. Your human mother is not the late queen of Serenevale; I can even say she is the wicked witch in your story in the mortal realm," Harriet said.

Luciana watched Harriet for a long time before she shook her head in denial.

"Why should I believe you?" she asked in a tone full of distrust.

"I know you had already noticed how strict your so-called mother was with you, and I know you could already tell you don’t resemble those family members of yours," Harriet said flatly.

Luciana could feel the woman was telling the truth, but she knew she didn’t want to give her the satisfaction that she believed her...just not yet.

"Anytime I stare at you, every memory I remember is of your stern and cold gaze. Compared to the late queen of Serenevale, I think you are more strict and cold," Luciana said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I was," Harriet admitted.

"That was because I didn’t know how to love then. At that time, my only goal was to make you the perfect candidate for the dragon prince, the perfect woman he’d love and cherish. I wanted to prove a point, but after living through two millennia in hatred, bitterness, and loneliness, I have come to realize that there is so much more to life than proving a point and manipulating things in my favor."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Luciana asked.

"You wouldn’t understand," Harriet said.

"Make me understand then," Luciana’s tone was firm.