TSFLIP Chapter 561

When the two of them returned to the inn, Fengguang had expected to see a distraught and tearful Madam You’er. What she didn’t expect was to find a lively, bouncing You’er instead.

Madam You’er came over smiling. “Thank you both for all your trouble. You’re just run off to play outside and only now made it back. I’m sorry for the inconvenience and worry.”

“No… it’s nothing. As long as the child is safe, that’s what matters,” Fengguang replied with a warm smile, but inwardly, she was gripping Sijia’s hand so hard that her nails were practically digging into his palm.

Sijia glanced down at her, then quietly stepped in front of her, shielding her from view. “It’s good that You’er is unharmed. You can finally be at ease, madam.”

“Yes, this child never listens to me. He’s got a real knack for giving me trouble.” Madam You’er nudged her shy child forward. “You’er, aren’t you going to apologize to the young master and young lady? Do you know how many people were worried about you today because you snuck off to play?”

“Big Sister Fengguang, Brother Shisan… I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have run off and made you worry.” You’er looked especially well-behaved as he apologized, but his clear, bright eyes stayed fixed on Fengguang—like he wanted to say something to her.

Sijia looked back at Fengguang, whose gaze was flickering around in panic. Her expression all but screamed how terrified she was, though she tried her best to keep it together.

He said, “It’s getting late. Since You’er’s back safe, Madam, we’ll be heading back to our room to rest.”

“Thank you again for your trouble today.” Madam You’er gave them a graceful bow.

Once they were back in their room and the door was shut, Fengguang collapsed, all strength drained. She slumped over the table and refused to let go of Sijia’s hand. “That was terrifying… especially when I saw the longevity locket around You’er’s neck—with his name carved into it.”

“If they aren’t acting suspicious, then just treat it like nothing happened,” Sijia said calmly.

“Treat it like nothing happened? That’s hard,” she muttered. She could’ve managed that if she hadn’t known anything—but now that she did, it was impossible!

Sijia stood, but since she still had a death grip on his hand, he couldn’t go far. With a sigh, he said, “If Your Highness is truly frightened, perhaps think about something pleasant to relax.”

“Something pleasant?” She thought for a moment, then smiled brightly. “Meeting you was something very pleasant.”

His expression dimmed. Someday, she’ll understand that meeting him was never something to be happy about.

Eventually, she was too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Only then did she let go of his hand and fall into a deep sleep, not waking until the sun was high in the sky the next morning.

When Fengguang sat up, still groggy, she spotted Sijia sitting at the table drinking tea. Every movement of his was elegant, refined—he didn’t need to speak a word to exude an air of effortless nobility.

“Sijia…” Her just-awakened voice was soft and husky, that half-asleep tone laced with innocence—dangerously so.

Sijia paused mid-sip, then looked at her. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm… I did.” She nodded, hugging her knees and smiling foolishly. “You’re handsome. So handsome, it went straight into my little heart.”

It might’ve counted as teasing, but the way she said it, so dorky and genuine, made it sound like she truly meant it.

By now, Sijia had grown used to compliments about his looks. What once made him uncomfortable now barely registered. He acted like he hadn’t heard her and said instead, “I’ve made a discovery. Want to hear it?”