"You call him A'Chu?" Feng Yexuan's heavy mood eased slightly due to this address.
He found it both amusing and exasperating.
"He is an elder," he corrected.
"But he doesn't look much older than you, and..."
Chu Qianli subconsciously bit her finger, feeling that what she was about to say might be a bit presumptuous.
"And what?" Feng Yexuan, rarely seeing her so shy, couldn't help but press.
"And, he's so handsome!"
His expression immediately darkened, displeasure evident. "Try daring to have ideas about him!"
This infuriating woman! Was she going to fall for everyone she met again?
Wasn't it enough that she had already attracted so many other men?
"What are you talking about? It's natural to appreciate beauty. I just couldn't help but look a few more times when I saw a handsome man."
Chu Qianli almost rolled her eyes at him.
How could she have any thoughts about Feng Dingchu? He was an elder!
"I call him A'Chu because I feel he's been in a bad mood. Although he smiles a lot, he seems very lonely, with a kind of..."
As she spoke, her gaze towards Feng Yexuan became serious.
"Yexuan, is he really from your royal family? Is he your relative? But why does he live like a walking corpse?"
Feng Yexuan stiffened, staring at her blankly.
He never expected that this young girl could see through the deepest thoughts of the Ninth Imperial Uncle at a glance.
Given the Ninth Imperial Uncle's personality, he would always be gentle and smiling, no matter who he was facing.
A walking corpse! How did she see that?
"Is it that strange? There's no sparkle in his eyes. He doesn't enjoy anything he eats, and he doesn't look forward to anything he does. Isn't that what a walking corpse is?"
Feng Yexuan remained silent. The thought of the Ninth Imperial Uncle brought a shadow to his heart.
"Actually, even if I didn't tell you, you could still find out if you investigated."
She didn't know yet that preferring to hear it from him rather than send people to investigate was a form of respect for the Ninth Imperial Uncle.
"In my previous generation, the Northern Ming Kingdom also had a God of War Prince..."
"The Ninth Prince!" It was him, indeed!
But why, as a dignified prince of a kingdom, renowned on the battlefield, would he end up in such a state?
"You are so intelligent, you can figure out many things clearly if you want to know."
"So, you're not going to tell me?"
"The banquet is about to begin." Feng Yexuan changed the subject.
Mentioning the banquet brought back a touch of annoyance. "Later, sit by my side!"
It was not a request.
"No, I still..."
"You try me!"
"I... Mmm—" Chu Qianli didn't even have a chance to speak, let alone refuse.
He captured her chin, lifting her small face, and then, lowering his head, he sealed her lips completely.
Chu Qianli resisted at first, her hands landing on his shoulders, instinctively trying to push him away.
Anyone could come by at any moment in this place.
But before she could push him away, the overwhelming aura of hormones pressing down on her made her completely intoxicated.
Her hands, which had been on his shoulders, inadvertently became hands clinging to his neck.
She stood on tiptoe, this time, yielding with abandon.
This damned woman rarely took the initiative.
Feng Yexuan, who had only intended a brief kiss, lost all control of his pride and reason when he felt her主动.
His large hand, resting on her lower back, completely escaped his brain's control. He tore at her sash and, with the most powerful stance, completely enveloped her…