Third-person POV
"Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~" Murong Qing hummed while skipping her way to Royal Palace.
It had been 3 days since Hong er's eyes were transplanted into her eye sockets. She gained some of Hong er's most treasured memories from the transplantation and one of them was the song that Hong er always hum.
She diligently learned the song based on the little memories that she got, it seems like Weisheng was very happy whenever Hong er sung the song. But then she clenched her jaw in annoyance.
"Only I can make cousin brother happy. How dare that witch to snatch my rightful place!" Murong Qing pouted her lips.
But a second later, a wide smile spread out on her face.
"No worries! Because cousin brother and Qing Qing are madly in love with each other, we are inseparable!" Murong Qing said and spun around as her flowy skirt waved in the air.