TSFLIP Chapter 859

Song Wuxia had never thought of himself as childish, but the moment she made that so-called “proposal,” he suddenly felt as if that must be how others saw him.

Still… it was an interesting experience.

So he lifted his hand again. “Take Huyao away.”

“Yes, sir.” A Jinyiwei guard stepped forward. When he couldn’t drag Huyao alone, a few more men came over, and only then did they manage to haul the unwilling man off.

Fengguang let out a breath of relief and pressed on. “Um… could you maybe stand the ladder back up for me… so I can get down?”

The ladder she’d kicked over was lying right beside his feet.

He smiled. “No.”

“…Why not?”

“Because holding up ladders is beneath my aesthetic.”

Fengguang: “…”

He could at least ask someone else to help!

“How about this instead?” He smiled. “If Your Highness jumps down, my men will catch you.”

“No way!” She rejected him instantly. She had absolutely no doubt that the moment she jumped, his men would step aside and let her smash straight into the ground.

A trace of sadness appeared in those beautiful phoenix eyes of his. “Does the Crown Princess not trust my men?”

It’s not your men I don’t trust—it’s you!

“I… I just don’t trust my own weight,” she said with a dry laugh, not daring to voice her real thoughts.

Before today, she’d only heard Feiyu talk about Song Wuxia, nothing more. She had no real concept of his power or influence. But now she understood. She was the Crown Princess, yet not a single palace maid or eunuch dared step forward while Song Wuxia was present. The people of the Eastern Palace should listen to Baili Mo and her—but instead, they were all intimidated by this man who didn’t even belong to the Eastern Palace. That alone showed how terrifying his authority was.

Song Wuxia sighed regretfully. “It seems Your Highness truly doesn’t trust me.”

But that wasn’t right… Whether she trusted him or not—was that really so important? Of course not. He was only doing this to mess with her.

Fengguang secretly ground her teeth. Just as she was anxiously trying to figure out what to do next, Yiren suddenly stepped forward.

“Your Highness,” Yiren said with her head lowered. Her voice carried a hint of nerves—it was clear she was terrified—but she still said, “This maidservant will set the ladder upright. Please come down carefully so you don’t hurt yourself.”

Yiren lowered her head and lifted the ladder. She could clearly feel Song Wuxia’s gaze fall on her, but she forced herself to pretend not to notice. Once the ladder was upright, she stepped back obediently.

Sweat coated Yiren’s palms. She fought the urge to retreat, and at this moment she even felt somewhat impressed with herself, for having the courage to step forward at all.

Fengguang never imagined Yiren would be the one to rescue her from this situation. She silently took note of it and decided that, in the future, she would advise the Crown Prince to grant Yiren a better status.

Fengguang was just about to climb down the ladder when Song Wuxia lightly reached out and tapped it. The ladder immediately tilted to the side and crashed to the ground again.

“Oh dear,” he said mildly. “I seem to have knocked it over by accident. Whatever shall we do?”

Everyone fell silent, terrified to breathe.

Fengguang’s shoulders trembled—once, twice—and she finally couldn’t hold it in. “Song Wuxia!”

He smiled again, warm as a spring breeze. “Your Highness, what is it you wish to call me for?”