TSFLIP Chapter 546

Xia Fengxue asked, “Why are you so confident, Fengguang?”

“Because… think about it! Princess Wuyou is brave and clever—she’s a perfect match for Prince Luo. They must have plenty to talk about. And once people start talking and getting along, it’s only a matter of time before feelings develop.”

Xia Fengxue gave her a light pat on the head. “You do think a lot.”

“Of course! Who am I if not the clever and quick-witted Princess Changning?”

He chuckled. “So if you don’t like Meng Xi… could it be you’re interested in that musician?”

Something felt off. Why was her brother suddenly so interested in her love life?

Fengguang blinked, then gave an evasive answer. “Well, that musician is certainly… impressive.”

“Fengguang, he’s just a musician.” Xia Fengxue’s tone turned firm, the older brother stepping into his authority. “Your future husband must come from the noble clans of Gengliu. In my opinion, even Meng Xi—who earned his title through military merit—isn’t good enough for you.”

“Brother… I haven’t even thought about marriage yet.”

“You’re nearly of age. I’m just reminding you.” Xia Fengxue gently patted her head. “Alright, it’s getting late. Get some rest.”

“Mm…”

Xia Fengxue soon left the princess’s chambers. Alone in the palace hall, Fengguang stood still, feeling that something was strange. To be honest, there were a lot of people in this world she found strange. She was just about to go to bed when she suddenly heard movement outside her chambers.

Curious, she touched her chin and quietly slipped out. What she saw made her eyes widen: a masked man in black was fighting Xia Fengxue.

As far as she knew, her brother was highly skilled with the sword. But the black-clad intruder was incredibly agile, effortlessly dodging his attacks with graceful ease, holding his own without breaking a sweat.

The masked man caught sight of Fengguang. In that single glance, she froze. The next moment, he feinted and leapt past Xia Fengxue, heading straight for her. He pulled her in front of him, pressing his sword to her neck. “Tell your men to back off.”

Xia Fengxue immediately ordered the palace guards, “Stand down—all of you!” Then he turned a piercing glare on the assassin. “I’ll make you a deal—let her go, and I’ll let you leave the palace alive.”

“I could also just leave… on my terms.” With that, the masked man wrapped an arm around Fengguang’s waist and launched them both onto the rooftop. In a flash, he used incredible lightness skills to flee with her into the night.

Xia Fengxue clenched his jaw. “After him! If you don’t find the princess, don’t bother coming back alive!”

“Yes, sir!”

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Elsewhere, under the bright moon, the cool wind on the rooftop gently tousled Fengguang’s hair. She raised a hand, not to fix her hair, but to block the lower half of the man’s face. Her eyes locked onto his. Then she said softly, “Si Jia… where are you taking me?”

Si Jia landed atop another palace roof and let go of her waist. He pulled down his mask and looked at her. “How did you know it was me?”

“You smell nice. And your eyes—they’re beautiful. I remembered them from the palace hall,” she said, tilting her head slightly, clearly a little pleased with herself.

Si Jia… had no words for that answer.

“You don’t seem like someone who sneaked into the palace to steal something. Are you an assassin?”

“Aren’t you scared, Princess?”

“Why should I be? Your eyes have no killing intent. I’ve always been good at sensing that—never been wrong before. Oh, right…”

Fengguang reached up and removed the hairpin from her bun, letting her long black hair fall and flutter in the breeze. She placed the golden pin into his hand, her voice sheepish. “I’m afraid of pain, so I never got my ears pierced—don’t even wear earrings. This hairpin’s probably the most valuable thing I’ve got. You can sell it for some money… Just promise me, don’t be an assassin anymore.”

Si Jia stared at the gold pin resting in his hand. His deep, ink-black eyes seemed to lose focus for a moment.