“Song Wuxia!” Fengguang exploded, her face burning red as she shoved his face far away with both hands. “Show some respect! If you keep flirting with me like that, I—I will!”
He looked at her lazily. “You’ll do what?”
“I’ll take it seriously!”
He replied offhandedly, “Then take it seriously.”
His tone was as casual as if he were saying, Let’s have cabbage for dinner today.
Fengguang froze for a long moment before asking blankly, “What do you mean by that?”
“What could I possibly mean?” Song Wuxia said as he held her and stood up. In his normally calm, quiet eyes, a sudden, intoxicating tenderness surfaced.
That effortless release of hormones… he was genuinely captivating.
Fengguang couldn’t help but stare, stunned.
Song Wuxia smiled—and in the next instant, casually tossed her onto the bed. Fengguang cried out, nearly throwing out her lower back.
“Song Wuxia, what are you doing?!”
“I’m a eunuch,” he said with a wicked grin, like a devil amused by the mortal world. “What do you think those words meant? Obviously, I was just teasing you.”
She propped herself up, clutching her waist, and pointed at him furiously. “You bastard!”
“I never claimed to be a good person.” Song Wuxia turned and walked behind the folding screen. His silhouette was faintly visible as he changed clothes. “Which is exactly why I say the Crown Princess is truly foolish.”
Fengguang grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. He caught it effortlessly from the other side of the screen. Unwilling to give up, she flung the blanket next—he dodged it easily.
She jumped off the bed and started throwing whatever she could grab—teacups, wine pots—sending a series of clattering crashes echoing through the room. After a long while, everything finally fell silent.
Song Wuxia emerged from behind the screen dressed in simple, elegant white robes, calm and composed as ever. In contrast, Fengguang was panting from exhaustion.
Raising an eyebrow, he smiled. “Crown Princess, do you have that much excess energy with nowhere to vent it?”
Unable to stand his breezy indifference, Fengguang shouted, “Song Wuxia, I hate you!”
She bolted out of the room.
This time, no one stopped her.
The smile faded from his face.
“My lord…” the man in black, still kneeling, asked nervously. “Should we go after the Crown Princess?”
He was silent. After a long pause, he said, “Protect her in secret, until she returns to Baili Mo’s side.”
“Yes, my lord.” Like a gust of wind, the man vanished after receiving the order.
Fengguang ran unhindered to the bow of the ship, only to realize it had already docked. Song Wuxia’s words from earlier made her feel deeply humiliated—like she’d thought someone genuinely appreciated her, only to discover he’d just been bored and playing with her.
She ran off the ship and stood amid the bustling dock. Turning back, she saw no one chasing after her. Bitterly, she scolded herself, Xia Fengguang, who do you think you are? What makes you think someone like him would come after you?
She turned away, no longer hesitating, and disappeared into the crowd.
People on the street were discussing how Miss Bingqing had been captured by the Villains’ Alliance, but Fengguang had no interest at all. She thought that since Bingqing was someone he had assigned protection to, nothing bad would happen to her—yet thinking that only made her feel more suffocated.
Fengguang didn’t understand this feeling. She bumped into someone, and just as she was about to fall, that person reached out and caught her hand.
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