TSFLIP Chapter 862

He looked at her with those calm eyes of his, watching her gently.

Fengguang paused for a moment, then quietly turned her head away a little. Even someone as thick-skinned as her could feel embarrassed at times. “It’s nothing… I didn’t really help you all that much. If anything, it was Yi Ren—she treated your injuries and brewed medicine for you. She’s been through a lot. I think… once we’re back at the Eastern Palace, you should properly thank her.”

Even making her a secondary consort would be fine!

Fengguang had thought it through carefully. As the Crown Princess, having gone so long without bearing a child, she was bound to be targeted by the court officials sooner or later. With her chancellor father backing her, they wouldn’t dare be too aggressive, but behind the scenes, rumors were inevitable. And with no other concubines in the Crown Prince’s household, she would inevitably earn the reputation of a jealous wife.

She wasn’t bothered by what others thought—it was more that, when the time came for her to resign from the position of Crown Princess, it would be easier to find a “second spring,” wouldn’t it?

That’s right. She had never intended to be a Crown Princess in the first place. She deeply felt that she wasn’t cut out to be a mother to the realm. Rather than forcing herself to act gently and virtuously in the future, she might as well find a successor early and step down as soon as possible.

But Baili Mo didn’t understand her reasoning. He thought she was still hung up on the day she’d seen him walking with Yi Ren. His gaze lowered, and slowly, carefully, he wrote in her palm:

If you don’t like Yi Ren, I can have her leave the Eastern Palace.

“No, no, no…” Fengguang shook her head quickly. “You can’t send her away. Your health isn’t good—if she leaves, who’s going to treat you?”

“There are imperial physicians in the Medical Bureau.”

“The last time you came out of the Heavenly Prison with injuries that serious, every single one of those physicians made excuses and refused to come. That just shows they’re all opportunists. For all we know, they could even be taking bribes and tampering with the medicine. Not a single one of them is trustworthy.”

Without hesitation, he wrote, one character at a time:

I will do my best not to get sick.

“Even though I’d really like to believe you…” She met his quiet gaze, her eyelid twitching, and immediately corrected herself. “No, of course I believe you! It’s just that… better safe than sorry.”

“If Fengguang is worried, I can ask the State Preceptor for guidance and learn medicine myself.”

She hadn’t expected him to write that. For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. After a while, she finally organized her thoughts. “Your Highness, I think… you don’t really need to go to all that trouble. And I don’t dislike Yi Ren. In fact… she’s actually quite useful.”

That Yi Ren could heal and save people went without saying. More importantly, she also served as a perfect distraction. For example, Feiyu—who strictly limited Fengguang’s sugar intake—would keep a close eye on Yi Ren out of fear that she might rise in status, which conveniently gave Fengguang plenty of chances to slip away… like sneaking into the kitchen to steal a few pastries.

All things considered, Yi Ren was very useful.

Baili Mo looked at her gently for a long moment, as if judging whether her words carried any hidden meaning. In the end, he wrote in her palm:

Everyone in the Eastern Palace is yours to dispose of as you see fit.

“I have… that much authority?”

“Fengguang is the Crown Princess—the mistress of the Eastern Palace, and also…” He lifted his gaze. In his obsidian-dark eyes shimmered a quiet warmth and a faint, unmistakable joy.
“…my wife.”

He couldn’t speak and could only write in her palm, yet even so, it made her suddenly feel… weak to the bones.