TSFLIP Chapter 887

A sudden glimmer flashed through Song Wuxia’s eyes, dazzlingly captivating. “Are you worried about me?”

Fengguang froze. Then her face flushed red. She hurriedly glanced around and saw that the guards were all keeping their heads down, pretending they hadn’t heard a thing. Bingqing remained silently sorrowful, while Baili Shu looked as though he’d just seen a ghost.

Her face felt as if it were on fire. “D-Don’t misunderstand! I’m just too kindhearted! I simply don’t want anyone to lose their life for no reason!”

Oh—she was very kindhearted.

She didn’t even believe that herself.

Song Wuxia lowered his head a little more. His obsidian-dark eyes fixed on her in silence for a long time, their sharp gaze seeming to pierce straight through her heart, leaving the panic in her eyes nowhere to hide. He watched her quietly for so long that she almost felt as if only the two of them existed in the world. Then he laughed softly.

“Since the Crown Princess is so kindhearted, I suppose the next time you encounter a tiger, you’ll benevolently hand over all the sweets you’ve hidden away to it—won’t you?”

No!

“…Yes.” Reality and ideals were two different things. In the end, Fengguang still yielded to reality: once words were spoken, even if you cried, you couldn’t take them back.

And in any case, she couldn’t take them back even if she wanted to.

Only then did he finally release her hand. With a half-smile, he praised her, “The Crown Princess is truly broad-minded. I admire that.”

Bastard!

Fengguang cursed those two words silently, biting her lip as she shot him a glare.

The smile in Song Wuxia’s eyes deepened; he automatically interpreted her glare as a flirtatious glance.

“Eldest Sister-in-law!” Baili Shu ran over to Fengguang. Just as he was about to reach out and grab her hand, he was instantly hit by a chilling look. It felt like needles prickling his back. His hand hovered awkwardly in midair, neither up nor down.

They were all victims of this man—naturally, that put them on the same side!

Fengguang patted Baili Shu on the shoulder and said earnestly, “You’re still young. You’ll get through it.”

“Mm!” Baili Shu nodded quickly in understanding.

Song Wuxia was older than both of them. Even if they all died of old age, he would go first. Once Song Wuxia was dead, they would finally see daylight again… even if that might be fifty or sixty years in the future.

But as long as one was alive, having hope was better than having none!

Song Wuxia had no idea what kind of silent understanding the two “victims” had reached. He folded his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips—like a spring breeze in March melting snow, yet also like a winter gust that made the air even colder.

“Fourth Prince, I believe there’s still a score between us that hasn’t been settled.”

Baili Shu shuddered. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you know that today, a venomous bamboo pit viper appeared in my room?”

“A bamboo pit viper?” Baili Shu blinked innocently. “What’s that?”

“If the Fourth Prince doesn’t know,” Song Wuxia said slowly, “then perhaps we should talk about the reappearance of the Villains’ Alliance in the imperial city. How does that sound?”

“Wait—what does the Villains’ Alliance showing up again have to do with me?” Baili Shu lifted his chin. “You know very well that I stepped down as the alliance leader half a year ago. Whatever the Villains’ Alliance does now has nothing to do with me.”

“Is that so?” Song Wuxia called out calmly, “A-Qi.”

A man dressed in black appeared out of nowhere, a person clutched in his hand—it was Yuan Luo, the very man who had publicly abducted Bingqing on the street.