TSFLIP Chapter 886

You’re the hopelessly stupid one!

Fengguang swallowed the retort before it could escape her lips. She might not have many strengths, but there was one thing she did very well—knowing when to read the situation.

“Song Wuxia!” Baili Shu shouted from the side. “Let go of my royal sister-in-law, right now!”

Song Wuxia glanced over calmly. “Fourth Prince, when something happens, one should remain unruffled and composed. Have you already forgotten how I used to teach you?”

Used to?

That miserable past of suffering he’d endured!?

Baili Shu stamped his foot in fury. “Don’t talk to me about the past! I barely survived to this day, and it’s all thanks to you!”

“Since you know it was thanks to me,” Song Wuxia replied leisurely, “why not feel a little gratitude? I don’t expect the Fourth Prince to repay me with undying loyalty, but if you wish to address me as ‘Master,’ I would be more than willing.”

“Pah! I’ll never acknowledge you as my master!” Baili Shu barked at the guards. “What are you all standing around for?! Hurry up and rescue my royal sister-in-law!”

Song Wuxia smiled faintly, utterly unbothered.

The guards exchanged uneasy glances; not a single one dared step forward.

“You—!” Baili Shu was beside himself with rage. “You useless lot! Do I keep you all just to eat for free?!”

Baili Shu’s furious outburst finally made Fengguang realize just how inappropriate her current position was—still being held by Song Wuxia. She tugged at her hand but couldn’t pull free, and said with a pained expression, “Song Wuxia… let go of me.”

Song Wuxia smiled. “Crown Princess, I suggest you don’t stray too far from me. This is for your own safety.”

“So you’re planning to keep holding onto me like this?”

“Isn’t that because the Crown Princess’s survival skills are simply too poor?”

“Survival skills…?”

Song Wuxia chuckled. “In just a short moment, the Crown Princess managed to be taken hostage by a mere woman. It’s truly hard for me to imagine—if no one were around you, might you accidentally walk into a wall and die?”

The corner of Fengguang’s eye twitched. “I have eyes, you know! Do you think I’m blind?!”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Song Wuxia said lightly. “Eyes may be for seeing the road when they’re on other people—but when they’re on the Crown Princess, they might just be decorative.”

“…Was it really necessary to mock me like that?”

Song Wuxia merely smiled, saying nothing.

From the look in his narrow phoenix eyes, she read the answer clearly—yes, it was necessary, because she really was someone with a screw loose.

Fengguang pouted, feeling deeply wronged. She had just suffered blatant discrimination—and worst of all, she couldn’t even refute it.

Meanwhile, the ignored Bingqing finally struggled to her feet. A dark bruise circled her neck where fingers had gripped it, still throbbing faintly. She coughed uncomfortably and looked at the man and woman before her, sorrow creeping into her normally cool eyes.

Fengguang suddenly had the strange illusion that she looked like the other woman—the mistress who had stolen someone else’s man.

She tugged at her hand again, this time firmly. “Song Wuxia, let go of me right now! Holding my hand like this—what kind of propriety is this?”

“Propriety?” Song Wuxia let out a short, low laugh, as though she had just told a joke. “Does the Crown Princess not know that in the imperial city, I decide what propriety is?”

That was an outrageously rebellious statement.

Fengguang had always known he was arrogant, but she hadn’t realized he was arrogant to this extent. Before she could think it through, the words slipped out instinctively:

“Have you lost your mind?! Saying something like that—are you trying to get yourself killed?”