TSFLIP Chapter 914

Song Wuxia said darkly, “In this world, no one dares to ridicule my woman.”

Fengguang grasped the hand he was using to cover her eyes and looked into his gentle, worried gaze. She shook her head. “I’m fine… I’m not as fragile as you think. And you are Song Wuxia—no matter what you do, I will stand by your side.”

Song Wuxia paused slightly, then took a clean handkerchief from his robe. It could be said to be the only clean thing left on him. He had always loved cleanliness, yet now he did not rush to wipe himself. Instead, he gently wiped the blood from her face.

“Fengguang… I promise you that I won’t ever get you dirty again.”

“You’ll promise that you won’t get hurt again in the future, right?”

A faint smile appeared on his bloodstained face. “Mm. I promise.”

Fengguang held his hand, feeling that this single promise made her happier than eating the most delicious pastry in the world.

Already gravely injured and now missing an arm, Baili Min lay on the ground without the strength to get up. He was barely breathing, and it was already too late for him to say anything inappropriate again.

Fengguang asked, “How should he be dealt with?”

If it were handled poorly, Song Wuxia would bear the crime of regicide.

“Say he died in a landslide and that the body couldn’t be found.” Song Wuxia did not spare Baili Min even a glance. He looked at Fengguang with focused tenderness. “When the time comes, we will also die in that landslide.”

“You mean…”

“Fengguang.” He softly called her name. “Once we leave this mountain, I will no longer be the Song Wuxia who holds power over the court, and you will no longer be the noble Crown Princess. If that’s the case… would you still be willing to walk the rest of your life with me?”

Instead of answering, she asked, “Then will you still bully me?”

He thought seriously for a moment, then leaned close to her ear and spoke as if negotiating, “I’ll only bully you in bed, all right?”

Rarely enough, she didn’t blush. After spending so much time with him, Fengguang had also grown thick-skinned.

“Who bullies whom isn’t certain yet.” She stood on tiptoe and bit his chin.

Song Wuxia let out a delighted chuckle. “Even if I’m no longer the Director of the Western Depot, I can still afford osmanthus cakes and candied hawthorns.”

Relying on his affection, she pushed her luck. “I want to eat the ones you make.”

“All right. I’ll learn.”

“Once you learn, you’re only allowed to make them for me.”

“I’ll only make them for Fengguang.”

“Oh, and you absolutely must not bring Huyao with you. He’ll fight me for food.”

“Fine, I won’t bring Huyao.”

No matter what she said, he responded softly. Perhaps even if she told him to go die, he would smile and agree.

Song Wuxia was very grateful that she was still alive.

At dusk, a landslide suddenly occurred at the royal hunting grounds.

It was said that His Majesty, Lord Song of the Western Depot, and the Crown Princess had all perished in the disaster. Not long after the mourning rites, the Crown Prince suddenly fell gravely ill. After the illness, he could speak again, but his body was extremely weak. Some said it was because he had suffered the pain of losing both father and wife that he could not recover.

Taking advantage of the Crown Prince’s critical condition, the Western Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard suddenly supported the Fourth Prince’s ascension to the throne.

Who would ultimately seize the imperial seat became uncertain.

Meanwhile, in a riverside town in Jiangnan, a woman’s scream suddenly rang out from a courtyard.

“Ah! Song Wuxia! Huyao stole my Osmanthus cake again!”

The man reading under the shade of a tree put his book down and caught the woman who threw herself into his arms. With a smile, he said, “If Huyao stole your osmanthus cake, why don’t you just steal it back?”

“You!” She gritted her teeth. “Didn’t you promise not to bring Huyao with us?!”

“Huyao found his way here on his own. There was nothing I could do.”

“Your martial arts are so good, yet every time Huyao bullies me, you never help!”

Indeed—if Huyao weren’t around, how would she storm over to him every time, fuming and complaining?

The way she looked when she was angry was also very cute… perhaps this was his guilty pleasure.

“All right, all right, don’t be angry anymore.” He patted her back and kissed her lips. “Shall I tell you a story?”

She asked curiously, “What story?”

“I’ll tell you about that day at the hunting grounds—what would have happened if Baili Min’s plan had succeeded…”

As his gentle voice flowed on, even the cicadas seemed to quiet down.

The years passed in peaceful stillness.