TSFLIP Chapter 252

“Speak of what you saw? Well, why don’t you tell me what you saw?” Feng Guang seemed very interested.

Su Xu frowned, her gaze filled with pity. “I saw a sea of blood… but beyond that, it’s a secret that cannot be revealed.”

“Do you have such extraordinary abilities?” Feng Guang’s expression shifted, her tone carrying a hint of doubt.

“I wouldn’t say extraordinary… I just have a stronger intuition than most,” Su Xu replied.

“Is that so…” Feng Guang glanced at the man beside her, Gu Yan. She smiled and said, “Then can Miss Su tell me what the relationship is between me and this gentleman?”

Gu Yan wore a gentle smile, letting Feng Guang speak without interrupting.

She wanted to test Su Xu’s abilities. Su Xu didn’t take offense at Feng Guang’s skepticism; instead, she calmly raised her hand, making a quick calculation with her fingers. Soon, she spoke with certainty. “This gentleman is your uncle.”

“You’re mistaken.”

Su Xu blinked in surprise. “Isn’t him your uncle?”

“No,” Feng Guang shook her head, then playfully wrapped her arm around Gu Yan’s. With a smile like a blooming peach blossom, she said, “He is my husband.”

Gu Yan froze in place.

Su Xu remained calm, her voice full of understanding. “If you don’t like me, there’s no need to pretend to irritate me.”

“Who’s pretending?” Feng Guang raised her hand, gripping Gu Yan’s collar, pulling his head down, and kissing him passionately on the lips.

Gu Yan felt her soft lips against his, even a warm little tongue tracing his lips. His whole body stiffened, and before he could react, she quickly pulled away.

Feng Guang licked her lips, then tapped her finger against them. In a lowered voice, she asked, “Do you think I would do something like this with my uncle?”

Su Xu stood there, stunned.

The crowd watching was equally dumbfounded.

Even in a place where customs were more liberal, public displays of affection, like kissing on the street, were extremely rare.

“Feng Guang,” Gu Yan whispered, his usual calm demeanor now tinged with barely contained anger.

Feng Guang smiled sweetly, leaning affectionately against his arm, looking every bit the adoring wife. “Husband, didn’t you say you’d take me to the best restaurant? I’m hungry, let’s go now.”

Her voice was so sweet it might make others envy this man for having such a beautiful young wife. But Gu Yan’s feelings were complicated, for he was all too familiar with her usual flirtatious and carefree manner.

Indeed, her greatest joy was to tease men.

“Alright, I’ll take you to eat,” Gu Yan replied with an elegant smile, reaching up to gently pat her head. “Wife, let’s go.”

Feng Guang let herself be led out of the crowd, but something felt off in her heart.

Sure enough, once they entered a quiet alley, Gu Yan cornered her against the wall, a sly smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “Your Majesty, I need an explanation.”

“Explanation?” Feng Guang feigned confusion. “I’m the ruler, you’re my subject. My touching you is an honor for you. Uncle Wang, what explanation do you want?”

“Your Majesty, putting aside the relationship of ruler and subject, I am your Uncle Wang,” Gu Yan replied.

“Is it the ruler-subject relationship that comes first, or the relationships between people?” Gu Yan pressed. “You, Uncle Wang, who has been managing the court for so many years, I’d like to hear your answer.”

“Depends on the situation,” Feng Guang responded nonchalantly, pulling her hand free from his and leaning against the wall. “Uncle Wang, you don’t even carry the surname Xia; you’re not from the royal family. When I turn eighteen and take back the throne, if I want to dismiss you, what will you do? If I want to make you my emperor consort, what will you do?”