TSFLIP Chapter 1044

“Second Prince, it seems you’re just as eager as I am to come congratulate Master on his wedding,” Xianmo said.

Hearing him call out “Second Prince,” Lan Zhao smiled. “You know I’ve never really had any dealings with him. If he’s come to the General’s residence today, it was probably at Consort Yun’s instruction.”

As for her intentions… well, Lan Zhao held a certain position at court, so of course Consort Yun wanted to win him over—so that when the time came to compete for the title of Crown Prince, he would stand on Xianlong’s side.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Xianlong approached from the front. The moment he saw Xianmo, he broke into a bright smile. “Elder Brother, you’re here too.”

Xianlong was eleven this year. Both his parents were good-looking, so naturally he had inherited their looks. Fengguang watched him for a moment and casually remarked, “This kid’s grown up well—he’ll definitely be a handsome man someday.”

“Heh…” Xianmo suddenly let out a cold chuckle.

Fengguang paused and didn’t dare say anything more.

Xianlong mistook Xianmo’s reaction as displeasure at seeing him. A hint of grievance appeared in his clear eyes. “Elder Brother, it’s been a long time since I last saw you.”

He lived with Consort Yun in Huimeng Palace, while Xianmo resided in Yihe Palace—completely different directions. Moreover, Consort Yun had always regarded Xianmo as a thorn in her side, constantly worried he might harm her child, and thus never allowed Xianlong to get close to him.

Xianmo put on a polite smile. “It has been a while. How have you been, Second Brother?”

Hearing that his elder brother was showing concern, Xianlong immediately brightened. “I’ve been well. It’s just that Father has recently started making me train in martial arts, and it’s quite exhausting…”

Xianlong, this child—he had a doting mother and an older sister five years his senior. Protected by both, he had grown up without any scheming in his nature. In fact, if you told someone who didn’t know him that he was Consort Yun’s son, nine out of ten people probably wouldn’t believe it.

Perhaps noticing Xianmo’s impatience, Lan Zhao spoke up, “Your Highness, I was just about to escort the Eldest Prince to the guest rooms to rest. If you have anything to discuss, perhaps it can wait until tomorrow.”

“Alright…” Xianlong stepped aside, then called out to the departing Xianmo, “Elder Brother, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Xianmo smiled and nodded before quickly leaving.

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In the guest room, Fengguang said, “I feel like that Second Prince really likes you. You shouldn’t be so cold to him. After all, he’s not his mother—and with that soft personality of his, he’s nothing like her.”

Xianmo lightly traced the rim of his cup with his finger and replied leisurely, “Are you speaking up for him because he’s good-looking?”

“Well… of course not!” She hurried over to him to show her loyalty. “A-Mo, you’re the best-looking of all. How could I be praising that little kid, who hasn’t even grown into his looks yet?”

“Good…” he murmured.

“Good what?”

It meant he wouldn’t have to go out of his way to ruin that boy’s irritatingly pleasant face.

Xianmo didn’t answer. He only said softly, “There will be fireworks tonight.”

“Fireworks…” Fengguang suddenly had a realization. “You didn’t bring me out today just to show me fireworks, did you?”

“I did.” He admitted it openly, a faint, beautiful smile on his lips. “Don’t you like fireworks?”

His tone was casual—almost offhand—but precisely because of that, it made it feel all the more natural, as if remembering her preferences was something entirely ordinary, something he did without thinking.

For a long while, Fengguang found herself unable to say a single word.