TSFLIP Chapter 898

Baili Mo was signaling to Fengguang that if she wanted to eat the candied hawthorn, she could go over and take it.

He really was a good person!

Fengguang felt inexplicably grateful. She looked back at Song Wuxia with renewed delight and had just reached out to take the skewer when Song Wuxia pulled his hand back, took a bite himself, and left her hand frozen in midair.

Song Wuxia expressionlessly spat out two pits. A good-looking man managed to look refined and elegant even while spitting out seeds. He said coolly, “Since Fengguang doesn’t want to eat it, I’ll eat it instead.”

She had only been a little slow—how did that mean she didn’t want it?!

Fengguang stared at him with a look of deep grievance and fury. If she weren’t worried about keeping up appearances, she might have rushed over to fight him on the spot—though, of course, she wouldn’t have stood a chance.

Song Wuxia glanced at the quietly standing Baili Mo, then said lightly to Fengguang, “Since the message has been delivered, I’ll take my leave.”

He raised his hand casually. In an instant, the five black-clad men kneeling behind him vanished without a trace. Holding the skewer of candied hawthorn, he strolled away as if out for a leisurely walk.

Fengguang stared at his tall, slender back, grinding her teeth in frustration.

Only then did she notice that Yiren was still kneeling on the ground. Realizing that Yiren seemed to have been kneeling there from the very beginning, Fengguang couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty and quickly said, “Yiren, get up quickly.”

“Yes, thank you, Crown Princess,” Yiren replied. After thanking her, she slowly stood up. Having knelt for so long, she wobbled slightly as she rose, looking delicate and pitiful.

Fengguang quietly glanced at Baili Mo again. Noticing her gaze, he smiled at her warmly, his expression gentle as ever—yet he didn’t spare Yiren a single look.

Could it be… that he really didn’t like Yiren?

Fengguang felt even more confused. It wasn’t that she was overthinking it; she still remembered that when she had first awakened, she had always felt that there was something between Baili Mo and Yiren. Now his behavior seemed to tell a completely different story. She couldn’t help but reconsider: if Baili Mo didn’t like Yiren, then who did he like?

Could it be… her?

No, no—thinking that way seemed far too self-absorbed.

Even after returning to her sleeping quarters, Fengguang couldn’t let the matter go. She tentatively asked Feiyu, who was at her side, “Feiyu, who do you think the Crown Prince… likes?”

“Do you even need to ask? Of course it’s you, Miss,” Feiyu replied matter-of-factly, as though there could be no other answer.

Fengguang asked again, “Why do you think he likes me?”

“You’re the Crown Princess, and you’re so pretty. If the Crown Prince doesn’t like you, who would he like?” Feiyu pursed her lips. “Could it be that Yiren?”

“What a… compelling argument,” Fengguang said, realizing that asking Feiyu had been a mistake. She waved her hand. “All right, you can go. I’m going to sleep.”

“Yes, Miss. Good night,” Feiyu replied, bowing before turning and leaving.

Fengguang, however, couldn’t fall asleep. She tossed and turned in bed until, in the dead of night, she got dressed, slipped past the patrolling guards, and carried a lantern out of her quarters, heading for the long corridor where she had encountered Song Wuxia and Baili Mo earlier that day.

On both sides of the corridor were trees and flowers. In the night, the blossoms were in full bloom, beads of dew clinging to petals and green leaves, making them look all the more charming.

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness. “It’s late, and the dew is heavy. Yet Fengguang has come here to admire the flowers—such refined taste indeed.”