Fengguang nearly choked on her fruit. It took her a while to swallow it down before she looked at Liu Nianfeng in alarm. “Don’t you dare do anything reckless!”
She didn’t doubt his abilities in the slightest. After all, he was a three-hundred-year-old monster—he had even been responsible for the royal massacre in Nanxiang three hundred years ago—so she knew he definitely wasn’t joking.
Liu Nianfeng sighed with some regret. “Very well, since Fengguang doesn’t approve of this method.”
Fengguang fell silent and simply pretended she hadn’t heard him.
Even Xia Chao was at a loss for words for once. With a stiff expression, he said, “Let’s… discuss this further. Yes, we should take our time.”
At this point, he had completely forgotten that he was supposed to oppose Fengguang marrying Liu Nianfeng.
Just then, someone came to report, “Your Highness, the Fourth Prince… has arrived at the residence with the Second Miss.”
Before Xia Chao could respond, a handsome man strode in through the doorway, smiling brightly. “I hope my unannounced visit today hasn’t caused any inconvenience to the Prince and Princess.”
No, you already have.
No one in the hall responded. Everyone simply stared at him in silence. Even the thick-skinned Xuan Yuanfei felt a bit awkward under their gaze.
Beside him, Leng Qingjue swept her eyes over the room and let out a scoff. “I came today to take my mother away.”
Oh… The crowd remained indifferent.
Leng Qingjue seemed to think her imposing presence had stunned everyone. Her expression grew even more arrogant. “From today on, I am no longer Xia Wuyuan, the concubine-born daughter of Prince Jing’s residence. I am the Immortal of Medicine and Poison—Leng Qingjue!”
As her forceful declaration fell, everyone present appeared shocked. A young girl possessing such an overwhelming presence was indeed startling.
Xuan Yuanfei, standing beside her, felt his heart stir, his gaze fixed on her alone. Even the calm, white-robed gentleman’s eyes flickered slightly, finding this extraordinary girl rather interesting.
…All of the above was from Leng Qingjue’s perspective.
In reality, Fengguang burst out laughing with a “pfft,” only to immediately choke on the melon she hadn’t swallowed. Liu Nianfeng gently patted her back and said warmly, “No one’s going to take it from you. Why are you eating in such a hurry?”
“I just wasn’t careful…” She suddenly realized she was sitting in his lap. Glancing back, she saw that both her parents looked displeased—she had originally been sitting beside her mother. Realizing how inappropriate her current position was, she tried to get up, but he grabbed her wrist and refused to let her leave his arms.
Fengguang’s face darkened. “Next time, can you stop hooking me over with that whip? You make me feel like a fish you’ve reeled in.”
He smiled gently. “Then you’d be a mermaid.”
Her face flushed despite herself.
This is supposed to be the heroine’s moment—could you all pay attention to her?!
Leng Qingjue merely glanced at Fengguang and Liu Nianfeng, thinking she had misjudged him—she had assumed he was someone like her. Then she continued in her domineering tone, “Today, I’m taking my mother away. From now on, I have nothing to do with this residence. Don’t even think about stopping me. My fate is mine to decide—not heaven’s. No one but me can control my destiny!”
Her petite figure carried an unyielding, defiant aura that was strangely captivating.
She was so different—so mesmerizing.
From that moment on, Xuan Yuanfei understood: no matter how many beautiful women there were in the world, one Leng Qingjue was enough for him.
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 66.1