TSFLIP Chapter 299

Feng Guang clutched the fabric of his clothes tightly, her voice trembling with sobs. “Did that bastard Qian Qiu torture you? Did he lock you in a water prison? Did he whip you and pour salt water on your wounds?”

“Your Majesty, where did you even hear about such cruel methods of torture?”

Of course, it was from TV. During her captivity, Feng Guang couldn’t help but imagine the worst-case scenarios. She pressed him, her tone firm, “Did Qian Qiu do anything like that to you?”

“Your Majesty is overthinking. He wouldn’t dare touch me.” Gu Yan kissed the corner of her eye, finding her concerned expression irresistibly endearing.

Feng Guang wasn’t convinced. Even if he’d lost an arm or a leg, she figured he’d still smile and claim he was fine. Sitting upright, she started to pull at his clothes.

Gu Yan allowed her to do as she pleased, a smile playing on his lips. “Your Majesty is quite enthusiastic. It seems you’ve missed me terribly after all these days apart.”

“Hmph! I’m checking to see if you’re hurt! You better not lie to me!” Feng Guang quickly unfastened his robes. His collar fell open, revealing his elegant collarbones and firm chest. There didn’t seem to be any visible injuries—except for the white bandages on his chest, faintly stained red. She froze, and tears streamed down her face even harder. “You idiot! Why didn’t you tell me it hurt when I bumped into you?”

“Compared to the pain, I much prefer seeing Your Majesty this concerned for me,” Gu Yan said as he gently wiped her tears away. “Don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt, and these small wounds will heal quickly.”

“You bled so much back then…” she choked out between sobs. “The wound was so severe—you were on the brink of death…”

“And yet here I am, perfectly fine and standing before Your Majesty,” he reassured her.

“Stop calling me ‘Your Majesty!’” Feng Guang carefully avoided his injury and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I don’t want to be the Empress anymore. Sitting on the throne isn’t fun at all, and it just causes the people around me to get hurt…”

“Your Majesty—”

“I told you not to call me that!”

Her tears soaked through his clothing. Gu Yan sighed. “Feng Guang, my injury isn’t your fault.”

“If it weren’t for me… you wouldn’t have hurt yourself…” she cried.

“Feng Guang.” Gu Yan wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were filled with a deep, captivating tenderness that made her heart flutter. “Listen to me. This wasn’t your fault, nor was it mine. The one at fault is that treacherous Qian Qiu.”

Yes, let Qian Qiu take the blame for everything.

“Qian Qiu…” Suddenly reminded of him, she tensed and asked anxiously, “Why did he let you go? Does he have some other scheme in mind?”

“There’s no need to worry. Duke Zhen and General Lan led troops into the capital. Qian Qiu’s forces have been entirely eradicated. As for him, the mastermind of it all, he’s already been executed.”

Feng Guang gritted her teeth. “To let him die so easily—what a waste!”

Of course, it hadn’t been that easy. Gu Yan had instructed his men to “take Qian Qiu apart,” quite literally dismembering him piece by piece. Qian Qiu was still alive, but his suffering made him wish for death.

But such details were not something Gu Yan would ever let Feng Guang know.

“Now that it’s just the two of us, why waste your thoughts on anyone else?” He leaned close to her ear, his voice soft and teasing, his tone a seductive whisper. “Feng Guang, wouldn’t you like to see if my skills have grown rusty after all this time apart?”

Feng Guang instinctively leaned back, understanding the implication behind his words. Flustered, she exclaimed, “You’re still injured! Behave yourself!”

“I am injured…” Gu Yan replied, his voice husky. “But in that secret collection of yours, isn’t there something about the ‘One Lotus Pose’?”

Feng Guang froze, her mind blank for a moment before her face turned beet red.