Feng Guang was contemplating whether to take another bite to test if Gu Yan was truly a masochist, when an anxious voice came from outside the tent: “Your Majesty, the princess has gone missing!”
Her reaction was indifferent. “If the princess is missing, then she’s missing.”
After all, it wouldn’t be long before Feng Ya was sent back by one of her admirers from the opposing nation—a prince, no less. Even though Feng Guang deviated from the storyline, which might trigger countless butterfly effects, the heroine and her harem would still meet and fall into a love story filled with life and death. For instance, the prince from the enemy nation, Murong Xun, had even delivered the antidote for the heroine.
So, Feng Guang wasn’t worried at all about Xia Feng Ya’s safety.
Wait a moment—there was still a man beside her. Acting too calm might seem unusual.
Furrowing her brows, Feng Guang grabbed Gu Yan’s hand and urgently said, “Uncle Wang, what should we do? Feng Ya is missing!”
Gu Yan: “…”
Your Majesty, your acting is utterly unconvincing.
Who cares about conviction? Intensity is all that matters!
From Gu Yan’s speechless gaze, she could tell he had judged her acting skills as downright terrible. Yet Feng Guang’s face remained composed, and she casually said, “Uncle Wang, I said Feng Ya is missing.”
“General Lan will naturally send someone to search for her,” Gu Yan replied with a smile.
“Uncle Wang, aren’t you worried?”
“Your Majesty is the princess’s elder sister. It’s only natural for you to be more anxious than me.”
Feng Guang tilted her head. “Gu Yan, do you dislike Feng Ya?”
Gu Yan froze for a moment before stiffly asking, “Why would Your Majesty think that?”
Because you’re a secondary male lead!
Of course, that wasn’t the only reason.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Guang said, “A year ago, I saw you pat Feng Ya’s head. I was standing far away, but I heard you tell her to keep a secret known only to the two of you.”
“…You were there?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
“And did Your Majesty see anything else?”
“Relax, I have no idea what your secret is. I originally planned to soak in the hot springs at your estate, but I accidentally stumbled upon the scene of you two whispering. So I just went back to the palace.”
At that time, she had lamented how, despite all her efforts over the years, she still couldn’t outshine the heroine’s halo. It was quite frustrating.
If anyone should feel frustrated, it was Gu Yan. He never expected Feng Guang’s sarcastic remarks about him and Xia Feng Ya to stem from her mistaken belief that he was in love with Xia Feng Ya. Heaven knew that he had spent years counting how long it had been since she’d grown up. For a time, he even felt guilty, thinking he might be a creep for liking a little girl.
Okay, maybe not. What was guilt? Gu Yan never really had such a thing.
He moved his lips. “Does Your Majesty think I’m fond of the princess?”
“Isn’t that the case? I’ve never seen you pat anyone else’s head before.”
“Haven’t I patted Your Majesty’s head enough times?” He grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, and said in a low voice, “Besides, it’s not just your head—every inch of you, I’ve touched.”
Feng Guang’s face turned bright red as she snapped, “Then what about the secret? A man and a woman with a secret they can’t tell anyone—are you going to tell me that the secret is Feng Ya is a man?”
“What nonsense are you imagining now?” Gu Yan sighed deeply. But regarding that “secret,” it was indeed tricky to explain. Yet, who was Gu Yan? He was Prince Qian, the illustrious Regent King. He was never at a loss for words. “Does Your Majesty truly want to know the secret?”
“Are you willing to tell me?”
“Why not?” Gu Yan’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Your Majesty should remember the scene back then. The princess was sitting on the ground.”