Chapter 276 - Bai Yihaos Suspicious Identity (2/2)

The reason why he could walk in and out of Qin Kingdom, in and out of the palace, was because he was the son of the Princess of Qin Kingdom. For his status, he need not inform Emperor Zongwen when he comes back to Qin Kingdom. When she had just entered the city, he also just returned from Yan Kingdom.

“It was rumored that my aunt’s servant gave birth to him. She was rumored to be extremely beautiful but apparently no such servant existed on the records. Moreover, no concubine in the Yan Emperor’s harem was close to Bai Yihao too.” Feng Yuran explained.

He meant that this rumor was only a story, with no real evidence.

If this matter was true, but with evidence missing, that meant that someone on Bai Yihao’s side hid everything to conceal his ident.i.ty.

If such a matter is false, and such stories still spread outside, someone must be antagonistic to Bai Yihao, spreading doubts on his legitimacy.

Mo Xuetong somehow was convinced that it was the former of the two possibilities. It would be less likely for anyone to spread rumors and more likely for people to cover this incident up. Princess Royal Yunruo and First Prince of Yan Kingdom eventually all lost in his hand, and he had the charisma to kill 100,000 prisoners of war.

Furthermore, she had faith in Feng Yuran. Since he could uncover the truth on this matter, he must have had concrete evidence. She would not have forgotten her shock when she saw Feng Yuran in Repayment Temple. He was not like the arrogant prince he was rumored to be.

“We shall marry Fifth Princess to the First Prince of Yan Kingdom, in case he plans here and there, falling into his rival’s trap in the process.” Feng Yuran explained casually as if he were talking about a random Ah Hua, instead of a princess.

“This man, he is really…”

Mo Xuetong was stunned for a while before she broke out laughing. As she laughed, she realized that the devilish handsome face had moved in front of her face. She pushed his face away, unable to contain her laughter.

“Do you not trust me?” Feng Yuran pretended to be angry. He seemed to want to force an answer out of Mo Xuetong. With a childlike stubborn nature, he stretched out his hand to grab Mo Xuetong.

The carriage moved forward slowly. Mo Xuetong was about to stop him and was about to hit his hand when she overstretched, falling forward. She could only land her hand on his chest, preventing them from rolling on each other.

“Do you not trust that I can help you out?” Feng Yuran was still trying to stretch his hand over, trying to wrap his hands around her slender waist l.u.s.tily.

“Trust, I trust you.” Mo Xuetong sighed as she tried again to push his hand away, embarra.s.sed and frustrated. “If you do this again, I shall ignore you.”

“This man is really so stubborn! He’s not willing to give in as well.”

“Tong’er, why not partic.i.p.ate in that Qin gathering?” Feng Yuran released his hand satisfactorily. He turned his eyes aside and smiled. “Why not come and enjoy the drama since everyone wishes for you to attend it?”

This man! How did he know that? Mo Xuetong was no longer surprised by the knowledge of the man. She sighed and asked, “Who sent me the letter?”

“It certainly had to be the First Prince of Yan Kingdom.” Feng Yuran gave off a cold smile, with hatred written over his eyes. He felt extremely unhappy thinking about the lively drawing of Mo Xuetong by Bai Yichen’s desk. He did not want to be involved in matters concerning the Yan Kingdom until it involved Tong’er.

Don’t blame him for protecting his love!

“Why is he inviting me?” Mo Xuetong was confused.

“He wanted to use you to attract Bai Yihao’s attention. The two brothers both wanted to use you as bait as if I had been useless.” Feng Yuran squinted his eyes, suddenly giving off an eerie chilly feel. He seemed so annoyed that a devilish murderous gaze appeared in his eyes.

He was no longer the provocative and sly eighth prince, King Xuan. As if he were an unsheathed sword, a majestic aura flows through his entire body, as he covered himself in the sharp arrogant aura of an Emperor.

This was the real Feng Yuran!

However, Mo Xuetong was unafraid of the man and somehow whined softly. “They want to take advantage of me, and you have to take advantage of them too. Don’t let me suffer!”

After saying this, she immediately understood what she was doing, and opened her mouth in embarra.s.sment. A glow rushed up her face as she turned her gaze aside awkwardly, biting her tongue in shyness.

Feng Yuran was stunned too but he then smiled. He then ignored her refusal and hugged her forcefully. Smelling her fragrance, his lazy voice could not contain his joy. Caressing her head with his chin, he a.s.sured her, “Don’t worry, you will be mine. I will not let anyone bully you. Anyone eyeing you will be stopped by me.”

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