Fengyu clutched her chest, her brows furrowed tightly. "My chest feels uncomfortable."
Feng Ling ladled a bowl of hot soup for her. Princess Huazhen presumed Fengyu had been hurt by Xie Xun, and her suspicions about Fengyu trying to seduce Xie Xun were completely dispelled.
Fengyu pondered secretly, what was the Crown Prince discussing with Sister alone at the observation deck?
On the observation deck, the crescent moon hung like a hook, and the coolness seeped like water.
The Crown Prince stared at the kneeling maiden before him. All was silent; palace lanterns swayed gently. He looked down at her from above, his gaze landing only on the rose carved into the bead hairpin atop her head. His fingers moved slightly, restrained yet harboring a faint anger.
Feng Shu prostrated herself on the ground. "Your Highness, your request—this humble subject's daughter cannot possibly agree. Please retract your command."
