I, a mercenary, became a beautiful silver-haired boy

Chapter 671

Late at night, at the nominal engagement party, Elena, one of the protagonists, was resting in the dressing room of the palace.

She had already put on the pure white and gorgeous dress that looked like a bride, and the whole person was as beautiful as a fairy descending from heaven.

But even though she was so beautiful, the figure reflected in the mirror was extremely melancholy, not at all like the emotion that one should have when "finding" the other half.

She thought she could barely accept all this, accept that she became a political sacrifice tool as the ninth princess, after all, this was also the task she had to complete since she was born.

But as the final deadline gradually approached, her heart became more and more shaken, and she became more and more unable to accept such unfair behavior.

After all, she already had someone she loved deeply, and even if they hadn't seen each other for a year, the feelings hidden in her heart were still too hot to ignore.

When she came to her senses, the reflection in the mirror had already shed tears, and the makeup that she had finally put on was a little messed up by tears.

"Elena..."

Calling the name of the person she loves, Elena silently took out a pair of scissors from under her skirt, and looked at herself in the mirror and silently pointed the blade at her neck. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, just stabbing it down and ending it all.

Ordinary scissors cannot break Elena's tough body, but if she is attached with fighting spirit, she can still easily cut her neck.

It's just that the way of bleeding and lack of oxygen is very painful, and everyone will be more or less afraid.

Da... Da...

Someone's footsteps came from outside the door. Elena was so scared that she hurriedly put away the scissors. Now is not the time. Even if she was discovered, she would be revived instantly. She had to find a good time. The most important thing now was to hide.

"Ahem, please come in."

Clearing her choked throat, Elena pretended to be calm and said.

Soon the door of the dressing room was opened, and the black-haired maid walked over with an elegant step.

She had been silent as usual, but she noticed that Elina's makeup was stained with tears, and her heart, no matter how cold it was, had melted a little.

"I thought you were a strong person who could accept injustice. But now it seems that you are no different from ordinary people. At least your sadness is as hard to suppress as others."

Maybe it was because Elina would soon be engaged to a foreign prince, and the black-haired maid who felt that Elina was a bit pitiful became more talkative than before.

At this last moment, she was still willing to chat with Elina. After all, even if something was exposed at this stage, Elina might not be able to do anything.

"I thought I was like this... But just like I am not so good in the eyes of others, I am not as strong as I thought.

Maybe what he said at that time was right. If I didn't do the so-called regret-free behavior, I might not be so sad now."

Elina said a little disappointedly. How happy she was that night, how sad she is now.

The more you enjoy the beauty, the more uncomfortable you will feel when you accept the pain. She now understands this truth.

The most important thing is that this beauty is not complete. After all, I forced Elena to submit at that time, and there was no tenderness between you and me.

"I can only advise you to calm down and get better in the future. The prince from the neighboring country who is engaged to you is the legitimate heir.

Maybe one day you can become a royal concubine, and then you will be happy with your life under one person and above ten thousand people."

These are the only words that the maid can think of to comfort people. Becoming a royal concubine is also a dream for many people. It feels good if it can be realized.

Elena shook her head and said nothing. This is never what she longed for.

What does it matter if the status of the royal concubine is high? After all, it just makes the cage that imprisons her more delicate. What she longs for is freedom, the kind of freedom that allows her to fly freely in the world.

"It's getting late, let me help you touch up your makeup. You should be thankful that you are naturally beautiful, so even if you put on makeup, you only need to put on a light touch. Otherwise, I would definitely be late if I prepared everything from scratch for you."

Knowing that Elena still couldn't accept it, the maid took the initiative to suggest.

It's too rude to go out with tear-stained makeup, and it's too troublesome to ask the servants to come back and do it now, so the maid simply did it herself.

"Hehe, if I wasn't naturally beautiful, the future king wouldn't like me."

Elena sneered. Even if girls liked to be praised for their appearance, it didn't work for her now.

After all, what's the point of being beautiful? ThisIt's just a part of her "value". What's the difference between advantages and disadvantages that cannot be controlled?

Silence spread throughout the room. After helping Elina wipe away her tears and put on makeup, the maid walked over and opened the door.

At least during the party, Elina can move freely in the entire palace, but this so-called "freedom" requires some restrictions, that is, the maid needs to monitor her.

Elina stood up and subconsciously touched her skirt, or to be more precise, the blade under the skirt.

There were many more ideas in her mind, and whether to realize them depended on improvisation.

Under the guidance of the maid, Elina walked out of the room. The long-lost breath of freedom did not make her feel excited.

On the contrary, the heavy shackles became more obvious, and Elina's mood had never been so uncomfortable.

Walking all the way to the ballroom, noisy sounds rang in her ears. After all, it was the engagement party of the ninth princess, and there were still many people willing to come to support her.

But Alina has always been annoyed by this kind of bustle since she was a child. There are only interests and benefits in a scene where a group of people are wearing fake masks and communicating in a hypocritical manner. There is no so-called sincerity at all, and there is only so-called intrigue.

Alina doesn't like this kind of atmosphere, not now and not in the future.

Soon Alina walked into the hall of the party. Everyone seemed to have noticed her arrival and tacitly quieted down as if they had discussed it in advance.

Countless eyes looked at Alina, and everyone stopped breathing at this moment, because the scene in front of them was so beautiful. The ninth princess who dressed up with all her strength was really inferior to the flowers.

Suddenly, countless people began to envy and hate the neighboring prince who had not yet appeared. Being able to marry such a beautiful wife, even though they are only engaged now, is enough to make many people jealous to the point of bleeding eyes.

Feeling the concentrated gazes from all around, Alina had a calm face, and any courtesy and praise could not ignite her cold heart.

Until she saw a familiar figure.