Her fingers twitched and she could feel the warmth and strength in his fingers. Mo Xuetong only realized then that he had been holding her hand tightly and had been holding his tightly without letting go. Half of her body was in his embrace. No wonder she could feel his warmth around her.
Her face heated up and she turned around, not daring to look at his handsome side profile. She bit her lips and her fingers moved, wanting to let go but not daring to. What if she annoyed the fellow and he really let go? Then she would really fall down!
"What's the matter?" Feng Yuran turned around and asked her when he sensed the long slender fingers in his hand twitching.
"It's nothing." Mo Xuetong replied, biting her lips. She did not dare to say that anything was of matter. What kind of person was Feng Yuran? He was the prince the Emperor Zongwen doted on the most. And he sometimes did not even show respect to Emperor Zongwen. Like what she said, why wo
"What is it? Have I dazzled you with my handsomeness?" Feng Yuran turned around and blinked. He felt extremely pleased when he saw how she looked at him dazedly with a hint of craftiness in her eyes. His lips curled up and a charming and seductive smile bloomed on his face, dazzling everyone. This person was really shameless! Mo Xuetong looked away and gave him the side-eye. She smiled lightly when she saw him raising his brows at her in a rather pleased manner. Then, she wrinkled her nose delicately and said, "Your Highness, your beauty is, of course, unparalleled in this world. And few would not fall for your beauty. Look at all the beautiful ladies around us who have been staring at you. It would not be weird even if I joined them! Feng Yuran was stunned and he stared at Mo Xuetong with heated eyes. Then, he smiled devilishly and did not speak. Mo Xuetong had a bad feeling and wanted to back away subconsciously. However, he was holding her hands tightl
"Oh, since Eighth Brother is in the mood, I will definitely keep you company!" Feng Yuxuan glanced at Ling Fengyan and smiled with gentle eyes. "King Xuan, this is not fair. This lady's face is hidden so well, King Chu cannot see clearly. So how can he deduce whether she is beautiful or not? How about this, why don't we ask the lady to reveal her face so King Chu can see clearly. How about that?" Ling Fengyan's gaze landed on Mo Xuetong's face which was covered and could not be seen clearly. He smiled and spoke gently as his eyes swept across Feng Yuran subconsciously. For an inexplicable reason, she felt that Mo Xuetong, who was standing beside the handsome and flawless Feng Yuran was very eye-catching. She was beautiful and a single glance at her made her blush and her heart race. She told herself that she was just a rich girl and was the type of person she looked down upon the most before she could calm her racing heart. She did not think
Ling Fengyan had already decided to tell her aunt, who was the Empress, that she did not need to put in so much effort with the Eighth Prince, King Xuan, who was a ludicrous playboy. She secretly glanced at Feng Yuxuan out of the corner of her eyes. This man was inscrutable and was the opponent that the Third Prince should pay most attention to. Furthermore, he was also the man that her aunt had told her to draw to their side. Out of the few of them, Feng Yuxuan was still filled with suspicion. He wanted to say a few more words to Mo Xuetong but Feng Yuran kept blocking him. Ling Fengyan looked down on Mo Xuetong's status, and as such, her eyes were cold even though she wore a smile on her face. She did not look willing to speak with Mo Xuetong. Mo Xuetong did not say anything else other than occasionally pretending to be cute towards Feng Yuran, turning her voice into one of gentle seductiveness when she did that. The four of them walked on the street an
"What?" Mo Xuetong did not notice the quick change in topic. She followed his gaze and looked at the bruise on her hand. She replied lightly, "It's alright. I bumped it just now. Your Highness, there's something odd about your good old eldest brother. It is such a beautiful night and he has the company of a beautiful woman. Yet, he still has so many sharp weapons hidden on him. That's really not good at all." She had allowed herself to fall against Feng Yuxuan earlier after Ling Fengyan's avoidance of her. There was a rod-shaped object at his chest. Mo Xuetong had touched it as she fell and it felt like a short sword. Feng Yuxuan had brought a weapon out while he strolled along the streets with Ling Fengyan. This was very odd. Ling Fengyan had not said much earlier. But her intentions were clear. She did want to spend time alone with King Chu. If she had not recalled wrongly, the Empress supported the Third Prince. Then, one could deduce why she was askin
Mo Xuetong closed her head subconsciously. She could hear Feng Yuran's angry roars as someone caught her in mid-air. She fell into a solid embrace and heard Feng Yuran's anxious voice. "Tong'er!" She felt a surge of dizziness and forced herself to open her eyes. She saw two men going against the other four behind Feng Yuran. "I'm alright, you be careful." Mo Xuetong forced down the sickly-sweet taste in her chest as she tugged on his shirt anxiously while panting. There were still four men in black behind. Even if Feng Yuran had two subordinates who had arrived, there were still two other assassins. Her hand felt beside her weakly and the world turned black! Feng Yuran had lost all his usual laziness as he scooped up Mo Xuetong's slender figure. His long phoenix-eyes were narrowed coldly, revealing the sharpness and threat in them. He was not at all the easy-going and lazy person he appeared to be usually. He yelled coldly, "Move faster and
"The legitimate son of the Minister of War is known to be dissolute. He is not only a randy man but also a pedophile. He had married two wives, but they both died young. It is said that he was violent to his wives and his former wife committed suicide because of the shame. Not a girl in the entire city would marry him. And it is also said that he has had a good relationship with You Yuecheng since they were young. Although they're so different now, they had a good friendship privately." Feng Yuran let his long sleeves fly and sat across to Mo Xuetong. He arched his eyebrows and there was anger in his beautiful eyes. Coldness appeared in his beautiful eyes. And when he arched his lips, he looked so frigid and scary in the light. Mo Xuetong didn't notice the changes of Feng Yuran and was deep in thought with the information Feng Yuran gave her. That was the idea Mo Xuemin had in mind. Therefore, she asked You Yuecheng to find a good husband fo
"Who is unsatisfied?" Mo Xuetong held her hand back from his and glanced at him. How dare him to say such misleading words... However, she didn't argue with him, "Will you be found here?" He was King Xuan who had been hurt and sent into the mansion of the monarch to recover himself, but he was now enjoying the fireworks with her. If it was found out, it would bring her big trouble. Besides, before she passed out, she seemed to have heard him give an order. The more she got along with him, the more complicated she found he was. This was really the eighth prince who was said to be randy and completely useless? No matter how others thought about it, she wouldn't believe it. There had been four men in black who were skilled at kung fu but he dealt with it without effortlessly. If it hadn't been for saving her, his hand wouldn't have been hurt. He had such great kung fu and a stable state of mind... Those were all so different from who he used to
"To watch a good play, we need to find a good position first. There are too many people and no good seats left. I choose a position which offers a good view, and it'll definitely make you happy." Feng Yuran smiled evilly, and lazily leaned on the cushion on the carriage. He glanced at Mo Xuetong's beautiful face for a moment and felt frightened. Maybe it's because of Bai Yihao? His eyes suddenly darkened. "You just saw Bai Yihao?" He raised his eyebrows and asked smilingly with bright eyes. "Yes, why was he there?" Mo Xuetong asked honestly. She couldn't imagine why Bai Yihao showed up at this place. The Xiangman Tower was too noisy rather than elegant. Besides, it was crowded with customers. Such a noisy place could never be elegant. Bai Yihao seemed to be a person who would stay in a quiet tower, playing the zither and drinking tea. And he should never come to such a place! "Why can't he come? That box in Xiangman Tower is saved for him al