TSFLIP Chapter 871

She was clearly ready to go down in a blaze of mutual destruction.

Song Wuxia smiled leisurely. “If the Crown Princess claims I’m a fake eunuch, what evidence do you have that would make others believe you?”

She didn’t notice the sudden flash of cold light in his eyes when she said the word “eunuch.”

How many years had it been since anyone dared to use that word in front of him? Ever since he took control of the Western Depot and then the Imperial Guard, everyone addressed him respectfully as “Lord Song,” never again as “Eunuch Song.”

Fengguang didn’t catch the subtle change in his expression, but her instincts screamed danger. Panicking, she blurted out, “Then I’ll tell people I’m pregnant with your child!”

Song Wuxia froze, not reacting for a long moment.

The instant the words left her mouth, Fengguang wanted to slap herself. Why did she always pick the worst possible thing to say? True, accusing a eunuch of not being a eunuch was easiest if you claimed to be carrying his child—but Song Wuxia wasn’t an ordinary eunuch!

But words spoken were like water spilled; there was no taking them back. She could only grit her teeth and press on. “Don’t think I’m lying. I have plenty of ways to make people believe it’s true.”

“Oh?” Song Wuxia gave a perfunctory laugh. “Then perhaps the Crown Princess would care to explain how you plan to prove it.”

“I could… I could pretend to be pregnant for ten months, then find a baby to pass off as mine, and say the child is yours!” She knew full well her plan was riddled with holes, but she had no choice—she couldn’t lose momentum even if she was wrong.

“The Crown Princess can come up with such a flawless plan,” he said with a faint smile. “I’m truly impressed.”

The sarcasm was unmistakable.

Fengguang felt deeply disrespected—but then again, if she were in his place, she’d probably mock even harder. So she clenched her lips and put on an air of superiority. “Now you’re scared, aren’t you? Don’t worry. I’m magnanimous—I won’t hold it against you for talking back to me.”

“Then Song here truly thanks the Crown Princess for her great generosity,” he said with a slight bow, exposing yet another expanse of bare chest.

Fengguang forced herself to look away. “Aren’t you cold, wearing so little?”

“Well…” he replied casually, “I was about to bathe, but I didn’t expect the Crown Princess to barge in. If my unclean body has offended your eyes, I ask for your forgiveness.”

He meant nothing by it—but she heard it differently.

Fengguang suddenly fell silent.

Song Wuxia raised an eyebrow, puzzled that the woman who had been shamelessly bluffing just moments ago had gone quiet. “What is the Crown Princess thinking about?”

“I think…” She looked up at him, blinking. “Your body looks very nice. And very clean.”

To be fair, in this era, that was an exceedingly bold thing to say.

His pupils shrank slightly, his smile stiffening for a fraction of a second before he smiled again. “Thank you for the compliment, Crown Princess. I scarcely deserve it.”

“When I tell the truth, you don’t believe me…” she muttered, clearly dissatisfied. She was being honest—no one could look at him and call him unclean.

Song Wuxia withdrew his gaze, took a few steps, and sat down. Pouring himself a cup of tea, he asked casually, “Why has the Crown Princess come here?”