TSFLIP Chapter 896

By “last time,” he was naturally referring to that incident on the pleasure boat, when she had seen the snake. Ever since returning to the palace, Fengguang had tried not to think about what had happened then. Now that he mentioned it, she couldn’t help recalling that embarrassingly intimate scene. Her blood rushed to her head, and she nearly had another nosebleed.

She’d heard that… not long after she returned to the palace, the poor Fourth Prince had once again been sent by His Majesty to a monastery to “cultivate his character.”

Baili Mo cast a cool glance at Song Wuxia. He tightened his grip slightly, pulling Fengguang toward him. Song Wuxia, however, still wouldn’t let go. Fengguang cried out, “That hurts!” Song Wuxia froze, then released her hand, and Fengguang fell straight into Baili Mo’s arms.

Baili Mo soothingly patted the top of her head. He lifted his eyes slightly and met Song Wuxia’s gaze, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes.

In contrast, a trace of chill settled into Song Wuxia’s gaze.

Baili Mo knew that Song Wuxia would choose to let go.

They were the same in that neither of them could bear to see Fengguang hurt. Because of that, they understood exactly what choice the other would make—the only difference was who would release her first.

For a brief moment, Fengguang was dazed by the masculine scent surrounding her in Baili Mo’s arms. Then she hurriedly pulled away, though one of her hands was still held in his grasp. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, her instinctive reaction was to look at Song Wuxia.

Song Wuxia’s expression had been icy, but when he saw her anxiously looking toward him, it was as though clouds parted after the rain. His expression eased, and when he looked back at Baili Mo, a victorious smile curved his lips.

Without a word, the two men understood exactly what the other was saying.

Song Wuxia’s message was clear: Fengguang has me in her heart.

In response, Baili Mo raised his hand and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Fengguang’s ear. Her body stiffened instantly. He acted as though he hadn’t noticed, then looked back at Song Wuxia.

His meaning was equally clear: Fengguang is my lawful wife.

The smile on Song Wuxia’s face remained, but his eyes darkened, concealing a chilling undercurrent.

In that instant, the temperature in the air seemed to plummet. In the height of summer, it felt as though snow might start falling at any moment.

The palace maids and eunuchs were naturally trembling, their heads lowered even further, while Yiren—still kneeling on the ground—clutched the hem of her skirt in nervous tension.

The atmosphere was like a battlefield, ready to explode at the slightest spark.

At the center of the storm, Fengguang shivered again and again. She thought to herself that this silent staring contest couldn’t go on forever. Though she didn’t understand why the two of them had suddenly begun competing like this, she had a strong feeling that if no one intervened, they really could stare at each other until the end of time.

Summoning a spirit of fearless self-sacrifice—if I don’t go to hell, who will—Fengguang cleared her throat and said, “Since fate has brought us together, how about we all sit down and have a meal first?”

Song Wuxia smiled and asked, “Is Fengguang hungry?”

This time, he didn’t even call her “Crown Princess.” He called her directly by her name.

And the tone was shamelessly gentle.

Fengguang wanted to say, Lord Song, that is utterly disrespectful! But when she thought about how he was the old emperor’s trusted confidant, and how he commanded enough power to overturn the court itself, who would dare charge him with disrespect over a single word?

He could do whatever he wanted.

More importantly, standing right beside her was her husband in name, Baili Mo.

She didn’t dare look at Baili Mo’s expression. Just as she was thinking about how to answer Song Wuxia, he went even further.

Song Wuxia clapped his hands. Instantly, five men in black knelt behind him, each holding a box. The men opened the boxes, revealing different treats inside: osmanthus cakes, rose cakes, chestnut cakes, plum blossom cakes… and even candied hawthorn skewers.

Song Wuxia smiled leisurely. “Which of these sweets would Fengguang like to eat?”