TSFLIP Chapter 696

Lark nodded slowly. “Yes… I know, Your Highness. It’s in the kitchen. At midnight, if you step onto the floorboard that’s lit by the moonlight, a passageway will appear.”

When Fengguang had gone missing, Suva had secretly taken Lark into the underground residence of the Nameless Dwelling. Back then, when Lark saw the sight before her, she had been completely paralyzed with shock.

Fengguang rose to her feet, towering over Lark, and said with clear bewilderment, “Lark, tell me—why would you fall for a man like that? You’re obviously afraid of him, aren’t you?”

Lark froze. After a moment, the fear in her eyes softened into infatuation. “Princess, you don’t understand… the young master, he… he’s truly so good to you…”

Fengguang suddenly found herself at a loss for words. What kind of reason was that? Because he treated her “so well,” Lark had become obsessed with him?

When Fengguang stayed silent, Lark gave a bitter little laugh. “Princess… before I met you, I was always bullied. So when I saw how kindly the young master treated you, I couldn’t help but wish for a man like that to protect me too…”

“So the time you revealed the truth to me—was it because you hoped I’d leave him of my own accord, and then you’d have your chance, isn’t that right?”

“I…” Lark met Fengguang’s piercing gaze. She couldn’t utter a single word of denial. Shamefaced, she lowered her head and whispered, “I’m sorry… Princess.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Fengguang asked lightly. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You told me the truth so I wouldn’t be deceived, and at the same time, you gained your own chance. That’s a win-win. What’s there to feel guilty about?” Her smile made it impossible to tell whether she was being sincere or mocking.

Finally, Lark choked back a sob. “The Princess has been kind to me, yet I’ve had thoughts I shouldn’t. That’s my fault. But Princess… since you want to leave the young master, is it wrong if I try to seize an opportunity for myself?”

“Whether you’re wrong or not, I can’t say. But at the very least…” Fengguang bent down, gripping Lark’s chin and forcing her to lift her tear-streaked face. “As long as Suva still bears the title of being my husband, you have no right to scheme your way up.”

Looking at Lark’s delicate face, wet with tears, Fengguang felt an inexplicable surge of satisfaction. It was that ugly comfort that came from thinking: If I can’t live well, then you won’t either.

She knew it wasn’t a noble feeling, but it made her feel much better. If Lark wanted to be with Suva, she couldn’t stop it. But if Lark dared to covet the Heavenly Princess’s consort, Fengguang would never stand idly by. How could a dignified princess of Heaven allow herself to be made a laughingstock?

Lark stared blankly at Fengguang’s overbearing presence. Other than crying, she had no reaction left. Still, she was beautiful enough that even simple weeping could tug at a person’s heart.

But Fengguang’s heart was stone that day. She released Lark’s chin and let out a cold, derisive snort.

“What’s going on here?” Suva had returned from his studies, approaching at a leisurely pace. The sight of the mistress and servant locked in this scene left him puzzled.

Fengguang’s eyes flashed with fury as she turned on him. “You dare ask me what’s going on? I should be asking you, Suva. Tell me—while I was unconscious, did you and Lark have some sort of illicit affair?”