TSFLIP Chapter 903

The next day, when the sun was already high in the sky, the person lying in bed finally groggily opened her eyes.

“You’re awake.” The handsome man took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it.

Song Wuxia lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand as he quietly watched her. His beautiful brows and eyes were filled with a tenderness that seemed impossible to dispel.

Fengguang stared blankly for a long moment before realizing that what had happened the night before was not a dream. She quickly sat up and asked anxiously, “Why are you here?”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” Song Wuxia sat up as well, smiling at her.

Fengguang nearly lost her mind. “This is the Eastern Palace—my sleeping quarters! If someone sees you here, you’ll lose your head!”

Not only was Song Wuxia unconcerned, but he even leaned in and kissed her before leisurely saying, “Fengguang, take a good look. Is this really the Eastern Palace?”

Prompted by him, she finally looked around carefully. The room was and elegantly furnished, nothing like the luxurious grandeur of her own chambers. She froze. “Then… where is this?”

“Cuizhu Pavilion.” After a moment’s thought, he added, “The doghouse you once mentioned.”

Fengguang paused for a second, then quickly put on a flattering smile. “Well, as they say, a golden nest or a silver nest is no match for one’s own doghouse…”

“Then from now on, this will be the doghouse you and I share. How about that?”

“Sure…” She tried hard to ignore how strange it felt to hear the word ‘doghouse’ come out of his mouth. Then she suddenly realized something. “Wait—if you brought me here, won’t the people at the Eastern Palace notice that I’m missing?”

With a lazy motion, he hooked a long finger around a strand of hair at her chest and said casually, “No need to worry. I already had someone inform the Eastern Palace that Fengguang came here as a guest.”

A guest? Since when did guests end up in bed?

Fengguang fell silent for a moment. “So… no one from the Eastern Palace came looking for me?”

Song Wuxia’s expression cooled. “If you want to ask about Baili Mo, why not just say so?”

“No, that’s not it—don’t misunderstand.” She grabbed his hand, ingratiatingly, and blinked at him earnestly. “I’m just worried the Crown Prince might make things difficult for you because of this. After all… I am still the Crown Princess.”

More importantly, she was afraid that her father—that old, stubborn man—might find out about her entanglement with Song Wuxia.

Song Wuxia had the capital to be arrogant and not care about anything, but she was different. She still had a father to answer to.

Only then did Song Wuxia’s expression ease. He patted her head and said with narrowed eyes, “Baili Mo doesn’t have the leverage to touch me. And sooner or later… you’ll be shedding the title of Crown Princess anyway.”

He didn’t like her having any ties to Baili Mo—the sooner that connection was cut off, the better.

Naturally, Fengguang listened to whatever he said. It was only then that she noticed her body still felt somewhat uncomfortable. Lowering her head, she saw that her clothes had clearly been changed. She looked back up. “My clothes… did you change them?”

“Of course.” Song Wuxia nodded with evident satisfaction—though it was unclear exactly what he was so satisfied with.

Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest.

Song Wuxia raised an eyebrow. “I’ve already seen everything—and touched it too. No matter how guarded you act now, it’s useless.”

Her face turned red. “While I was asleep, just how much advantage did you take of me?”

“Well…” Song Wuxia rubbed his nose. “Seeing how much Fengguang seemed to be enjoying herself, I couldn’t help lingering a bit…”