TSFLIP Chapter 875

After a long moment, he finally spoke. “Crown Princess Consort.”

“What?”

“Do you want to die?”

She froze, then shook her head. “I don’t want to die.”

“Do you know…” he said slowly, “…that I’m someone who would even dare lay a hand on His Majesty’s favored consort?”

She nodded instinctively. “I know…”

“Then you should also know that, to me, no matter how exalted a person’s status is, they’re all the same.” His voice was calm. “If I wanted to kill you, it would be effortless.”

Her heart trembled. She loosened her grip on his collar and slowly slid down from his lap. “I just remembered—I still have soup cooking. I should go back and check on it…”

“Crown Princess Consort.” He caught her wrist, stopping her from getting off his legs. With his other hand, he pinched her chin and forced her to face him. Then he lowered his head slightly, drawing closer to her face. Satisfied to see her pupils widen, he smiled. “You’re afraid now. Don’t you think it’s a bit late?”

“S-Song… Lord Song…”

“Lord Song?” he laughed softly. “Didn’t you always call me Song Wuxia before?”

“That was when I was young and didn’t know any better…”

“So the Crown Princess Consort means to say you grew up overnight?”

“No… I mean, I’m still young.” She blinked pitifully, forcing out a single tear. “I really don’t want to die.”

“Since the Crown Princess Consort doesn’t want to die…”

“You’re a magnanimous man—please don’t stoop to my level. I’m just a weak woman who somehow ended up on the boat at Lanyue Pavilion, and now I’m being forced by Madam Zhang to serve clients… I’m already miserable enough. Please, show some mercy and let me go.” She was practically on the verge of crying. “I won’t even thank you aloud—every day and night I’ll burn incense and pray to Heaven for Lord Song’s long life, prosperity, and boundless success…”

“So this is what the Crown Princess Consort looks like when she’s afraid.” Song Wuxia raised an eyebrow with interest.

She gave him a flattering smile. “Lord Song… since you find me amusing, why not let me live? If one day you’re unhappy, I’ll come back and cheer you up again.”

“I’m unhappy every day. What then?”

She raised her hand solemnly. “Then I’ll stay by your side for the rest of my life!”

For a brief moment, the light in Song Wuxia’s eyes stilled. It wasn’t the first time he had heard the words for the rest of my life, but somehow, hearing them from her mouth today… they sounded especially pleasing.

It was like having already resigned himself to ending up alone—yet suddenly being able to imagine what it might be like if someone were there beside him.

He fell silent.

Fengguang grew uneasy. “S-Song… Lord Song? What’s wrong?”

He smiled faintly—cooler than a winter breeze, flawless as untouched snow—and murmured almost under his breath, “Your ‘rest of your life’… wasn’t it already given to Baili Mo?”

She blurted out, “What ‘rest of my life’ do I have with him? Sooner or later, I’m going to divorce him.”

His brow lifted. “Divorce?”

“Yes. The person he loves isn’t me—he loves a palace maid named Yiren. And being the Crown Princess Consort means I can’t go here or there; it’s exhausting. If it’s already this tiring, how awful would it be to become Empress?” Fengguang pouted. “For the sake of my future freedom, I’m definitely divorcing him one day.”

The hand pinching her chin unconsciously loosened a little. He asked, “If you don’t even want to be Empress, then what do you want to be?”

“I want to be the owner of a dessert shop!” Her eyes lit up with excitement—it clearly was her true life dream.