Chapter 2, Any Means

Tan Cangyu sighed, took out a medium-sized cloth bag from his bosom, and placed it solemnly in front of them. The craftsmanship of this bag was quite exquisite, featuring an embroidered pair of mandarin ducks, and the drawstring was adorned with intricately crafted classical buttons. The fabric of the bag was completely mismatched with Tan Cangyu's clothing, making it appear more like an item used by a woman

Tang Cangyu tidied up her emotions, sat up straight, and said softly, "This is Princess Ya's hair."

As Tang Cangyu spoke softly when Qin Sisi was about to reach the wooden door, he said, "I have stated that regardless of the means employed, I will fulfill Princess Ya's last wish."

This is a desolate grassland, stretching endlessly, with no trace of modern urbanization whatsoever

Tan Cangyu sighed helplessly upon seeing the situation, knowing that it would come to this. He raised his hand to dismiss the strange gesture the woman was making, and looked directly into her eyes, offering a sincere smile as he said: "My dear lady, if even someone as close to Princess Ya as you can be mistaken for her, then one can only imagine how others might perceive you"

Qin Sisi felt an inexplicable emptiness in her heart, and unease gradually spread. She cast a questioning glance at Tan Cangyu, wondering what was going on.

To be precise, it should be a wig. Qin Sisi was not surprised at all; it is only normal for acting to have a complete set of props. She took the wig out of the cloth bag, only to realize that something was amiss.

Qin Sisi hurriedly made a "STOP" gesture, interrupting his oath to the heavens: "Stop! Stop! Did I ever say I would help you? Why should I pretend to be Princess Ya?" Even though she had indeed found herself in a bizarre place, she had no intention of getting herself involved in such a mess. Who was she? She was the lazy Qin Sisi!

Tang Cangyu fixed his gaze on Qin Sisi, realizing that he might have underestimated this woman. He had initially thought she was somewhat lackadaisical and not very sharp, but she turned out to be surprisingly intelligent.

Inside the cloth bag is a bundle of hair

Qin Sisi shivered violently, not only because of Tang Cangyu's words, but also because she saw the scene outside the door

What does it mean? Qin Sisi knew he was waiting for her to ask, but she couldn't help her curiosity. However, as soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately scoffed at her own suspicion. It was all just a performance, so why take it seriously? Qin Sisi smiled and sighed, then turned around and pushed open the wooden door

As the creaking sound of the wooden door rose and fell, Tan Cangyu's cold voice also emerged simultaneously

Qin Sisi was thinking very seriously, and after a long while, she pointed at Xiao Run and said, "You want to deceive me. He is the Crown Prince, and being with you all would be even more dangerous?" Does this man take her for a fool? Is the Crown Prince more important than the elegant princess? Moreover, she could always disguise herself! Or she could simply become a nun. After all, she could cover her hair! Is the Crown Prince more important than the elegant princess? Moreover, she could always disguise herself! Or she could simply become a nun. After all, she could cover her hair!

Xiao Run was taken aback, unable to comprehend. Having lived a life of privilege, he had never considered that Qin Sisi would refuse his request. In his view, the opportunity to pretend to be a noble princess was already a great honor for her; why should she refuse?

Qin Sisi tilted her head, her face full of question marks, asking, "Which people?"

Something seems a bit off

Perhaps it was his voice that was too cold and harsh, causing Qin Sisi to shiver again. Her finger, which was about to push the door open, paused in mid-air. She turned her head to look and found that Tan Cangyu had not moved at all, still bowing his head to gaze at the long hair on the ground

Master! Xiao Run was extremely anxious, quietly urging Tan Cangyu.

Tang Cangyu patiently waited for her to respond before continuing: "Perhaps you will explain to others that you and Princess Ya are fundamentally different people, but aside from the length of your hair, no one will believe you. For those people, it is better to mistakenly kill a thousand than to let one escape"

"Just now, I added the royal poison to the tea you are drinking. If you step out of this door and leave us, in one month, you will die with blood flowing from all seven orifices."

Qin Sisi was struck by his spring-like eyes, and her already muddled mind became even less clear. It took her several times longer to understand what he meant, and she mechanically nodded her head.

Xiao Run gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without uttering a single sound

Tang Cangyu's smile deepened slightly as he slowly said: "Those who wish for the lives of His Highness the Crown Prince and Princess Ya."

Qin Sisi, seeing him at a loss for words, stood up triumphantly and dusted off her pants. "Thank you for weaving such a captivating story for me, but it's about time for me to head back," she said. Qin Sisi stretched lazily, but was caught by a chill from the wind, shivering as she walked around the two mud-carved handsome men on the ground towards the door.

Xiao Run stubbornly pouted and said, "Master, you mentioned wanting her to impersonate the princess, but the issue of her hair is difficult to resolve." Ultimately, he still found it hard to accept calling another stranger the princess, especially someone with such an unclear background

Surprisingly light. She twisted the clasp open and looked inside

Xiao Run looked at the cloth bag, but did not see Tan Cangyu hurriedly opening it; instead, he simply stared at the bag in silence, his expression extremely complex. Suddenly, Xiao Run realized something terrifying and - illustrated - about the situation, his expression horrified, he gasped sharply, a sound escaping his throat, yet he could not utter a single word.

Upon seeing the intoxicated smile on her face, especially since it resembled that of his esteemed imperial sister, Xiao Run could not contain his anger and said: "It is somewhat different; my imperial sister has long black hair that reaches her knees, while your hair only reaches your ears. Did you escape from some nunnery? How could your hair be so curly and yellow?"

Qin Sisi looked at the sudden change in expression of the two handsome men in front of her with confusion, her curiosity about the contents of the bag reaching its peak. However, it seemed that waiting for them to explain would take longer than simply opening it herself. Although Qin Sisi was lazy, she could never wait even a moment when it came to something that piqued her curiosity. She set down the teacup in her hand and quickly grabbed the bag.

Tang Cangyu misunderstood her reaction, thinking that Xiao Run had hit a nerve, and quickly used her eyes to signal him to stop talking.

Tang Cangyu took a deep breath, his hands tightly gripping the dry grass on the ground beside the cloth bag, and with great difficulty, he forced out each word through clenched teeth: "I have said that by any means necessary, I will fulfill your royal sister's dying wish."

Because this wig is clearly not the kind she is familiar with, the roots are bluntly cut, and it is not a well-made wig at all. Moreover, the hair quality is quite perfect, and one can even smell the fragrant scent of the powder applied on it.

Qin Sisi only needed to look at the expressions on the faces of the two to know the answer to the question. It turned out that there had once been a girl who looked exactly like her. How could she be so lucky? Was she a princess? Well, perhaps it couldn't be considered luck after all, as it was a case of beauty being short-lived. Qin Sisi, with her single-mindedness, did not think about the fact that just moments ago she believed the two were acting. If someone familiar with her had seen this situation, they would have realized that they too had become engrossed in the act, and quite deeply at that, already beginning to indulge in fanciful thoughts.

Qin Sisi touched her ear-length short hair, which was styled in the latest fashion at a hair salon that her good friend had specially taken her to celebrate her acceptance into university. Not only did it cost her a lot of money, but it also wasted six hours of her time that she could have spent watching television dramas! Just thinking about this made Qin Sisi feel a surge of frustration, and her face inevitably revealed a pained expression.

What? The hair and cloth bag that Qin Sisi was holding fell to the ground simultaneously. She noticed that there was residual soil under Tan Cangyu's nails, the color of which was distinctly different from the sand in the room. Did he really dig up a grave? And cut off a dead person's hair? Is this really just acting?

Xiao Run carefully gathered the long hair scattered on the ground, closed her eyes, and looked up to the sky, speaking with a choked voice: "This is enough, Imperial Sister, I will definitely avenge you! I will reclaim the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you can rest assured!"