TSFLIP Chapter 844

At last, the weight on Xia Chao’s heart lifted. He didn’t stay long, and soon hurried off to the Imperial Study, claiming he needed to “discuss important matters” with His Majesty—those four words ground out through clenched teeth.

As soon as Xia Chao left, Fengguang immediately let go of An Mo’s hand. She sat up in bed, completely dropping her weak, sickly act, and turned to Baili Mo with a smile that could only be described as foolish.

“Um… good afternoon.”

She used “um” because she had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to address him.

Baili Mo lowered his gaze to his now-empty hand but said nothing.

Fengguang: “…”

Big brother, if you don’t talk, I really can’t read your mind.

Baili Mo walked back to the table, picked up a brush, and began writing on a clean sheet of paper. Curious, Fengguang got out of bed and went to stand beside him. She saw the refined, elegant characters he had written:

How is your illness?

Fengguang shook her head. “Actually, I’m not sick. I was pretending.”

Why? he wrote.

“I heard you were arrested for treason and were about to be executed, so I thought of this way to save you.”

When he heard that, Baili Mo looked up at her. Before he could write anything else, Fengguang waved her hand generously.

“It’s nothing. You don’t have to thank me. It’s only right that I save you.”

There was one thing she didn’t say: she really didn’t want to wake up in a new world only to become a widow.

Baili Mo lowered his head again and wrote:

You don’t remember me.

“Uh… about that…” Fengguang scratched the back of her head awkwardly. After a moment, she said, “Yeah, I don’t remember you. Actually, I don’t remember a lot of things—it’s not just you. Don’t misunderstand.”

There is no misunderstanding.

Fengguang let out a dry laugh. As the Crown Princess, she’d been afraid he might feel distant because she’d forgotten him. At least the amnesia excuse had worked for now.

Then she suddenly remembered the important issue.

“Oh, right—what’s going on with the emperor saying you committed treason?”

The man in front of her gave off a peaceful, detached feeling. Something as huge as rebellion didn’t seem like something he would do.

Baili Mo’s gaze darkened as he wrote:

I was framed.

“Who would be bold enough to frame you?”

He wrote another name:

Song Wuxia.

“Song Wuxia?” The name was unfamiliar to Fengguang. She turned to Feiyu and asked, “Feiyu, who is Song Wuxia?”

Just hearing the name made Feiyu tremble slightly. “Miss, Lord Song is a eunuch by His Majesty’s side, and also the Grand Commander of the Western Depot.”

“Eunuch… you mean, a—”

“Shh!” Feiyu quickly pressed her finger to her lips. “Miss, keep your voice down. Lord Song hates being called by that term. If his informants hear it, our days in the Eastern Palace will become very difficult.”

Fengguang glanced at Baili Mo, whose expression hadn’t changed, then looked back at Feiyu with confusion in her eyes. “Is he really that terrifying? He’s just a eunuch. Is he worth being this afraid of?”

“Miss, that’s because you don’t remember!” Feiyu’s eyes widened. “He’s not just a eunuch. He also controls the Office of Punishments which disciplines palace servants. Back then, Consort Qing relied on His Majesty’s favor and tried to secretly pull her maid out of that office after the maid had committed a crime. Lord Song directly had Consort Qing thrown into the Office of Punishments as well—and she still hasn’t been released to this day.”

“He has that much power?” Fengguang looked at Baili Mo in disbelief. “He even dared to touch the emperor’s favored consort?”

Baili Mo nodded.