TSFLIP Chapter 854

Feng Guang coughed awkwardly. “Um… it’s getting colder. We should hurry back.”

With that, she turned around and quickened her pace.

Yi Ren glanced at the silent Baili Mo and called out, “Crown Princess!”

“What is it now?” Feng Guang scratched her head and turned back.

“You’re walking in the wrong direction to get back to the Eastern Palace…”

Feng Guang froze, even more embarrassed.

Baili Mo walked over to her side, looked at her, and gave a faint smile, then turned and walked in another direction.

Feng Guang understood what he meant and quietly followed behind him. Someone with no sense of direction like her really shouldn’t pretend to be capable…

On the way back to the Eastern Palace, the journey was unusually quiet.

When they reached the bedchamber, Fei Yu hurried over anxiously. When she saw Yi Ren, her expression immediately turned unpleasant and she shot her a glare. Yi Ren, perceptive as ever, chose to take her leave, and only then did Fei Yu’s expression soften.

After entering the bedchamber, Feng Guang stood by the doorway, waiting for Baili Mo to leave on his own. These past few days had been like this: although they were husband and wife in name, they had not shared a bed.

But today… Baili Mo stood there for quite a while with no sign of leaving.

Feng Guang could only sit down with him. She and he had no common topics, so she silently drank three cups of tea, all the while thinking, Why isn’t this guy leaving yet?

Just as she poured herself a fourth cup, Baili Mo finally moved.

He glanced at the young eunuch standing behind him—his personal attendant, Xiao Zhaozi. Xiao Zhaozi immediately understood and quickly brought over paper and a brush.

Does he have something to say to me?

Feng Guang set down her teacup and watched as Baili Mo began writing.

“I ran into Yi Ren by chance.” He held the brush and looked at her quietly.

She hadn’t expected that to be the first thing he wrote. Feng Guang froze for a moment, then nodded and said perfunctorily, “Mm. Fate.”

She really was just brushing it off.

Baili Mo wrote again: “She knew I went to look for you, so she walked with me.”

“Um… I’m sorry to have made you worry,” she said awkwardly. She’d thought for a while before managing that response.

“On the way to find you, I saw that the white yang flowers in the Imperial Garden had bloomed, so I picked one.” After writing, Baili Mo picked up the white flower set aside and held it out to her.

At this point, “stunned” wasn’t even the right word. Feng Guang’s mind went blank for a few seconds. Finally, she lifted a finger and pointed at herself. “This flower… you’re giving it to me?”

He nodded and smiled faintly, like a warm spring breeze under gentle sunlight, driving away the cold.

To be honest, when such a handsome man looks at you with such open affection and gives you a flower, it’s very hard to refuse.

Feng Guang fell silent for a moment, staring at the white blossom, completely unsure what to do. Then she hesitated and reminded him, “Your Highness… this flower could be given to someone else, too.”

For example… to Yi Ren.

She truly wouldn’t be jealous. She could swear it. She was a very magnanimous woman.

He paused for a second, then wrote on the paper: “Don’t you like this flower?”

He lifted his eyes again. His calm, water-like gaze carried a faint, unspoken hint of hope, like the still surface of an ancient well—so restrained, yet so easily stirring guilt in anyone who saw it.