TSFLIP Chapter 590

The word jealous—applied to someone like Sijia, struck fear in Fourteen’s eyes. Yet he still straightened his back and said,
“Tower Master, what exactly do you plan to do to Fengguang? She doesn’t like Meng Xi, and she does not influence Fengmiyin. Becoming the Xia Dynasty’s daughter wasn’t her choice. She’s just an ordinary girl—she hasn’t done anything wrong.”

“She is wonderful. And no, she hasn’t done anything wrong,” Sijia replied lightly, his expression calm and composed. “But if you think my feelings for her mean I’m going to do something to her… then you wouldn’t be wrong.”

“You’re saying… you like Fengguang?” Fourteen asked in disbelief.

“That’s right. I like her,” Sijia said with a soft upward curve of his lips. “And I want to spoil her, hold her in the palm of my hand.”

As he said this, his smile deepened slightly, forming a beautiful arc. The charm in that expression was so gentle it could dazzle anyone.

Fourteen should have felt relieved hearing those words. But instead, his heart sank. A cold, bitter despair welled up inside him.
“Tower Master… are you serious?”

He desperately hoped for a denial.

But Sijia only cast him a cold glance and said leisurely,
“In the twenty-four years since I was born, I’ve never been more serious about anything.”

All color drained from Fourteen’s face. The hope in his eyes vanished. Any illusions he’d harbored were shattered in that single sentence.

Fengguang… she was also the girl he had wanted to protect and cherish.

Sijia stood and walked over to him.
“I know what you’re thinking. Ten years ago, when you first entered the palace to take my place, I promised I’d grant you one wish in the future. By all accounts, I owe you a great deal. But you know as well as I do—I’m not someone who cares about debts or sentiment. Am I?”

When it came to Fengguang, he would not give even an inch.

“Just a few days ago… you tried to hypnotize Fengguang. You wanted to kill her,” Fourteen said quietly.

He remembered the day Sijia first arrived at the palace. Following his orders, Fourteen had suggested he play a song in the grand hall. At the time, Fourteen thought the target was Xia Chao or Wang Ci. He never expected it would be Fengguang. But of course—it made sense. Fengguang was the daughter they both loved most. Given Sijia’s personality, she would’ve been the most likely target.

In a panic, Fourteen had begged Daozhang Liao to enter the palace and intervene.

“Many things happened during those days while she was under hypnosis…” Sijia’s eyes took on a nostalgic glint, as if he were revisiting that time.

That day in the desert, he’d vanished—on purpose. He assumed that the pampered girl wouldn’t last long on her own. Once her will broke, she’d die. What he hadn’t expected was that his disappearance became her reason to keep going.

Sijia had been following her the entire time. She couldn’t see him.

He waited. And waited. But no matter how long he waited, she never gave in to despair. She wandered the desert, resting when needed, and kept calling out his name.

Eventually, he lost patience. He reappeared before her—gravely wounded—thinking that if she was so determined to find him, maybe seeing him “die” would break her will to survive.

But once again, he miscalculated.

She begged him not to die. She even tried to give him her blood to quench his thirst.

Her kiss had been sweet—something Sijia had never experienced before. Neither had he ever felt what it was like to have someone value him more than their own life.

And in that moment, he suddenly couldn’t bear the thought of her dying.