Catastrophe Love
Prologues

He awoke from his sleep with breathless breathing. For a moment, his brain became empty and he began to voraciously inhale oxygen to replace the air supply lost from the lungs. His head suddenly throbbed pain with a very disturbing dizziness, and his chest felt crowded as if pierced by thousands of needles.

"Prince! You're sober?" a woman in simple old fashioned clothes squealed beside the bed where there was the figure of a human being who was either a woman or a man had just awakened from his long sleep with a happy tone of relief.

The beautiful young figure who had just awakened was momentarily unmoved yet to realize her current state, as she was concentrating on her less pleasant condition. Even when the woman beside him shrieked, he did not rub her at all.

"Thank God! This is good news. Hix... Oh Gods! Thank you for the miracle you gave to our Prince" said another woman, sobbing occasionally in tears.

"I'll call Her Majesty the empress!" the other woman turned around and ran away from her master's room in a frenzied pace.

"Prince... Hicks.."

BRAAKKK!!

The sound of the door being forcibly knocked down shocked all the residents in the room, except for the figure on the bed that still looked shocked with blank eyes glaring at the horror. The servant who was about to come out was restrained for a moment before he lowered his head in, asking for permission to retreat.

"Yes-Your Highness Crown Prince?!" a servant sitting on the ground.

A man in a red, gold-embroidered robe who had just entered did not respond to the call of the servant who was now bowing his head in reverence. His sharp eyes were only focused on the only person sitting on the bed covered in thick silk cloth right in front of him.

Highlight the man's eyes were dark and cold, piercingly sharp that a single look of his was capable of killing someone. But no one knew, what emotions seemed to his sharp eyes when he saw the trembling figure that had just awakened.

With wide strides, the man had already taken a sitting position beside the girl, looking at her with complicated eyes.

"Xueyue, my sister" hearing his name called, the figure who was now losing half his soul gasped, his eyes glancing at the dark eyes of the man before him. The figure has a very beautiful brown iris and shines brightly with lentic eyelashes typical of a woman. Her pale, dry lips trembled as if she was saying something. But no sound came out of his lips.

His throat was dry and it was very painful.

The man subconsciously drew a thin line from the corner of his lips forming a thread of relieved smile. "Thank God." he muttered, he turned to look at one of the servants in the room. "Hurry and get Mu Chen's healer over here!" word absolute.

"Soon Your Majesty." however, when the servant turned around and was about to leave his master's room, someone burst in blocking his path. When he saw who had come, the servant immediately lowered his gaze respectfully and fearfully, then shifted his body to the side letting the person through.

"Your Majesty Empress Yun." exclaimed the maid, saluting.

"My son Xueyue!" pekik middle-aged woman who is referred to as the Empress. He hurriedly approached the figure Xueyue had summoned on the bed and grabbed her into an embrace.

"Huh-huh?" the person called Xueyue gasped and gradually her consciousness began to change little by little.

Hearing the sobs of the woman who had suddenly just hugged right beside her ear, made her eyes blink full of surprise. The nerves in his brain are still empty to digest what is actually happening. Until it finally starts working slowly.

"Thank God, hicks.. Thank goodness you have realized my son. Mom, I'm so scared of losing you. Thanking the Great God for granting me all my prayers." he cried, cupping his son's face affectionately, and the graceful woman teary-eyed, crying louder and hugging Xueyue.

"Mothers... Let the healer check on Xueyue's state first. Come, let's give physician Mu Chen a little space." the Crown Prince said understandingly, and the woman he called mother nodded, realizing her mistake.

"Yes.. Hicks! You, you're right" he said, wiping the tears on both of his wet cheeks.

A woman dressed as a healer who had been standing next to the Crown Prince with her head lowered respectfully immediately approached the bed of the person named Xueyue. A slight stored faint smile that everyone could not notice was on the corner of his lips.

'Wh-what happened? What is really going on right now?! What kind of condition is all this?!' shriek the soul of that figure named Xueyue with a horror tone. 'What prince?'

"Prince, how do you feel? Can you hear my voice?" ask the doctor softly. But suddenly Xueyue turned her head in a quick motion, she stared blankly at the healer beside her with mixed feelings, it made the body of the healer named Mu Chen involuntarily bearded backwards bowing his head deeply.

"Prince?" Xueyue Beo. Why do they call themselves princes? Hearing Xueyue say her call in a question mark tone, everyone present in the room looked worried again.

"Ah Xue, what happened?" the only man in the room trying to ask looked a little anxious. And his voice managed to attract Xueyue to look at him in a daze.

"Ah Xue's? Prince? What prince? Who do they call prince?" xueyue asked suddenly worriedly. His heart beat grew louder with fear. And again...

The man before him frowned puzzledly, how could his sister forget the place where he lived? Isn't this his room?

Meanwhile, the entire servant had already started to cry in silence with a feeling of fear and worry. Their bodies trembled violently when they saw their prince acting as strange as he was right now, they felt their lives being on a rope as if threatened.

"My child. Have you forgotten your mother?" the Empress began to sob again. Pointing to himself.

Xueyue looked at the figure of her mother, watching her closely. Then his gaze shifted to the figure of the man beside his mother. It was his older brother whom he had not met since he had started entering university. But look at how the clothes are worn both...

"Mom, sister.. What's with your clothes?" chirping, Xueyue's eyes moved up and down on the clothes of the two alternately. "What about your makeup and makeup? What's the matter? Are you guys trying to make an ancient dynastic movie? Ahaha! It's not funny, mom!" cerocos Xueyue started slashing while laughing.

Xueyue's words suddenly confused everyone in her room. Especially the only man there.

"Ah Xue, what are you trying to say? Our... Not understanding what you say. Use our previous language that everyone can understand" said the man at last.

Hearing how her brother's overly formal and convoluted tone and manner of speech made Xueyue's head suddenly throb with pain. Since when did her brother speak as if he was a prince? And what's with his appearance? Xueyue felt it was like a burden that quickly made her tired. He nodded his head slightly dizzy.

"Look!" his hisses, then Xueyue reflexively fixed her way of sitting with her left leg cross-legged on the bed while her right leg bent to support her arm like a man sitting on the floor.

Seeing how the unethical way Xueyue was sitting, all the servants in the room suddenly lost their lives and stopped breathing instantly. Although it should be natural. While the empress can only open her lips slightly and close them gracefully using her palm before returning tightly closed. And the man slightly straightened his body in shock. It was because of how impolite and overly barbaric Xueyue had acted.

"Stop this whole charade, ma'am. This is really not funny." Xueyue continued in a frustrated tone.

"Shen Xueyue's! Brother really does not understand the conversation you are trying to explain to us. What's wrong with you, huh?! You"

"Qingtians. Don't be so hard on your sister. She had just been traumatized." cut the empress in a pleading tone. It made the man named Qingtian instantly grind his teeth holding back his emotions and inevitably have to swallow his words back down his throat.

Shaking his head softly, he let out a sigh of despair as he pressed his temple which suddenly throbbed pain, "Heah... Ah Xue's. You're a Prince of Huo Kingdom. You should have been"

"WHAT?!" xueyue shouted suddenly cutting. He had even now gotten out of his bed and stood firmly staring at the man named Qingtian with his eyes glancing at the horror.

"Pa-prince?! Hou Kingdom?!"

Sensing something grabbing his attention, Xueyue lowered her head. He noticed a long hair that had been rolled over his shoulder and fell right in front of his chest. That's a really long hair, okay? Xueyue for a moment lost her life on the spot, picking up the fallen strand of hair with mixed feelings and fingers shaking. Her hair is short and tends to be male-style. How did it suddenly become so long?

When it was touched by his trembling hands, a familiar feeling surfaced in his heart. The sensation of hair roots being attracted if she tried to touch her hair could be felt when the long strands of hair she was trying to touch hit her skin.

"I-this, this.. It's..."

"Yue'er.." hissed the empress in a very soft voice, looking at Xueyue started to get anxious. While Qingtian could only stare at the absurd manner of his unusual sister with a deep twitch on his forehead.

"W-What's this? WHAT'S THIS?!!" the screech is getting more horror.

"Angue Xue?!"

"LUSTYAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKK!!!" screeched Xueyue before she returned unconscious.

"PRINCE!!"

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