TSFLIP Chapter 880

“I…” Fengguang’s confidence visibly shrank. “I taught myself.”

“Self-taught?” Song Wuxia’s long, slender fingers slowly brushed over her cheek, finally lifting her chin. Just as the kneeling man in black was wondering whether his superior was about to snap her delicate neck, Song Wuxia merely narrowed his eyes and admonished her calmly, “If I ever hear such crude language come from your mouth again, Crown Princess, I will personally find you a strict and highly responsible etiquette tutor.”

Fengguang shivered all over, pouting pitifully. “I was wrong…”

He smiled in satisfaction. “Knowing your mistake and correcting it—that’s a good thing.”

Releasing her chin, he picked up a teacup instead and took a graceful, dignified sip, as though the oppressive presence he’d exuded moments ago had never existed.

Fengguang felt so wronged that she nearly wanted to chew on a handkerchief.

The man in black, kneeling on the floor, kept his head lowered, pretending he hadn’t witnessed this bizarre scene at all. My lord seems to have forgotten that Miss Bingqing was captured… he thought. Should I remind him?

But judging by the situation, his lord seemed far more interested in talking to the Crown Princess. Interrupting now didn’t seem wise.

Fortunately, before the poor background character could agonize any longer, Fengguang spoke up to change the subject. “A young lady’s been captured—aren’t you going to rescue her?”

“Of course,” Song Wuxia replied, eyes narrowing like a cunning fox. “That little bastard dared to scheme against me. I won’t let him have an easy time.”

Fengguang didn’t know who this “little bastard” was, but she had a strange intuition that things wouldn’t end well for him.

And that had nothing to do with her!

“Well then, Lord Song, since you have business to attend to, I won’t disturb you.” Fengguang stood up carefully and edged toward the door. “I’ll take my leave first. Have fun.”

Suddenly, a soft whip nearly fifteen feet long coiled around her waist. Her body lifted into the air, and she was yanked straight from the doorway into the man’s arms.

Song Wuxia habitually lifted her chin again, forcing her to meet his gaze. Smiling roguishly, he said, “Won’t the Crown Princess come along to watch the excitement?”

She fiddled with her fingers. “You’re going to play the hero and save the damsel—what am I supposed to go for?”

“Obviously, to admire my heroic bearing.”

Fengguang: “……Shameless!”

He laughed. “Many thanks for the compliment, Crown Princess.”

“That wasn’t a compliment!”

“And I wasn’t sincerely thanking you.”

“You’re insufferable!”

“That happens to be one of my strengths.”

“You… you… are you stupid!?”

“Oh?” With one hand gripping her chin and the other pinching her nose, he leaned in aggressively. “Who gave our Crown Princess the confidence to think she’s qualified to look down on other people’s intelligence?”

“Song Wuxia!”

“What orders does the Crown Princess have?”

She trembled with rage. “If you keep calling me stupid in roundabout ways, I’m going to turn on you!”

He replied leisurely, “Oh, that truly terrifies me.”

“Don’t push it! I’m the Crown Princess! Keep mocking me and I’ll make sure you pay for it!”

“Pay for it?” He lowered his head slightly and took a soft breath at her neck. “Would the Crown Princess really be willing to give such sweet ‘candy’… to me?”

What exactly was the “candy” he was referring to?

Fengguang’s face flushed bright red all at once.

At the doorway, the man in black bowed his head even lower.

My lord, he agonized internally, are we still going to rescue Miss Bingqing or not?