That red thread of fate,
The signal of the love threat,
The range of the course through their veins,
The signs of the times to draw the blanks.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
"The Crown Prince and the destined Queen...," he accidentally blurted out. Althea snapped a look at him as soon as he finished that sentence. Althea heard Fang Ying Yue's title at that time while Mei gasped at her place. The string tugged through the two as Althea shushed a whining Xiaojun. He was clasping both his cheeks, fell down on the floor right after a second, but Mei and Qing Long were left hanging.
"Was that...," Mei gradually raised her hand to point towards Althea's pinky fingers. It was a red string, the fate, the other end would be the one who was meant for you.
Althea grabbed his cheeks and saw that Xiaojun was trembling with fear.
Xiaojun's string was tied to Fang Ying Yue.