TSFLIP Chapter 858

Hearing Fengguang call the man’s Cui Zhu Pavilion a doghouse, Feiyu rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot from fright. Luckily, Liu Qi—who was standing beside her—caught her in time, or she would’ve hit the ground.

Fengguang, of course, saw Feiyu pass out. She said pitifully, “See? My maid just collapsed from heatstroke. I need to take her to the imperial physician. Just let this dog leave already.”

The man let out a pleasant chuckle, lifted his hand casually, and said lightly, “Commander Liu, since the Crown Princess is so worried about her maid, be a good man and escort her to the Imperial Medical Bureau.”

“Yes, my lord…” Liu Qi replied, his expression complicated, and left with Feiyu.

The man curved his lips into a smile. “Your Highness, now you no longer need to worry about your maid. Why don’t you take a moment to enjoy the fresh air up here and admire the view from above?”

Fengguang finally understood what it meant to “lift a stone only to drop it on your own foot.” She crouched miserably atop the palace wall—then suddenly realized something. “Wait… that Liu Qi just called you ‘my lord’?”

“That’s right.”

“What’s your family name?”

He smiled. “My humble surname is Song.”

She stammered, “S–Song… Song Wuxia?”

“I am indeed Song Wuxia,” he said with a slight nod, exuding the effortless elegance of a refined gentleman.

Fengguang was speechless. Her worldview felt like it had just been shattered. Wasn’t Song Wuxia supposed to be a eunuch? Why did he not look the part at all? Instead, he was handsome, graceful, and refined—not feminine, not shrill… Was he really a eunuch?

Fengguang fell into deep confusion, completely unaware that everyone who met Song Wuxia for the first time went through this very same crisis.

“It seems my identity has surprised Your Highness,” Song Wuxia said calmly. Just from her silence, he could guess what she was thinking. Not because he could read minds—her thoughts were simply written all over her face.

“Song…” She coughed, swallowing back the word Eunuch just before it could escape. She corrected herself, “Lord Song… the sunshine is really nice today.”

Song Wuxia lifted his head toward the blazing sun and smiled. “Yes, the sunlight is very nice today.”

“I heard the lotuses on Beauty Lake are blooming well lately. Maybe we could go boating there another day?” She looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, as casually as if she were asking what they should eat tomorrow.

Everyone around them, who had been silent until now, snapped their heads toward Fengguang. They weren’t sure if the Crown Princess was simply… foolish.

Song Wuxia stroked his chin. “Why does Your Highness wish to invite me on a boat ride?”

“Because seeing you reminded me of a line of poetry.”

“Oh?” he asked in a teasing tone. “Perhaps something like, ‘Pure and unstained though born from the mud’?”

“No—‘Even in the warm winds of late spring, it still outshines the beauty of a slender waist.’”

The mocking look hidden in Song Wuxia’s eyes froze. He absolutely hadn’t expected this. Instead of sighing over how he “didn’t seem like a eunuch,” she had outright called him a beauty. He always knew he was handsome, but hearing it from her somehow felt… different.

So he gave a half-hearted laugh. “Your Highness has quite a way with words.”

“It’s nothing special…” It was the first time anyone had praised her literary talent, and she was a little embarrassed. She then asked cautiously, “Well… it must be tiring for you to keep your head lifted while talking to me. How about this—let’s make a deal. You tell your dog to leave, and I’ll compliment you a few more times.”