Chapter 360 - Consort Zhao of the Mingyue Palace (1/2)

Mo Xuetong and Feng Yuran found out about the news very quickly. Feng Yuran had been speaking with Mo Xuetong as she lay in his arms. When they heard the news, the two smiled and their eyes crinkled with delight.

Ling Fengyan had planned well indeed!

She managed to get Feng Yulei locked up. Mo Xuetong felt avenged no matter how she thought about it as Feng Yulei had once plotted to kill her. You Yuecheng had helped Feng Yulei to plot against her several times as well. It was great now. Even Feng Yulei had fallen. This was great news.

“Ling Fengyan had plotted well. No matter whether she marries you or is sent back to King Chu’s Manor, she would not lose.” Mo Xuetong pouted her pink lips. She felt angry when she thought of how Ling Fengyan’s plot had almost affected her marriage. She leaned against Feng Yuran’s chest and complained.

Ling Fengyan had plotted well indeed. If Mo Xuetong had been sent to King Chu’s Manor or King Yan’s Manor while she was sent to King Xuan’s Manor, everyone knew that Feng Yuran was injured and would not go out to drink with his guests. The two of them would stay in the bridal chambers together. If she were to take the initiative, it would not be difficult to seal the deal. If that happened, she would not be sent back and the Emperor could only just let things be.

How could Mo Xuetong not feel melancholic when she thought of how precarious the situation had been. The Emperor punished Feng Yulei but Ling Fengyan had pretended to be the victim and had not been punished. She had plotted so carefully. That woman was not simple but she was just too annoying.

“Rest a.s.sured, Tong’er. Even though Father has let her off, my eldest brother has no intention of that. Even though she has managed to bank on the Emperor’s kind heart, she has not considered what a man would do.” Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong’s fingers and kissed each of them. His voice was gentle and lazy and there was a hint of playfulness in his charming eyes.

Ling Fengyan thought it would be easy for her to gain the affection of a man because she was the most beautiful woman in the world. As such, she never worried about how she would survive in King Chu’s Manor. She thought that Feng Yuxuan would definitely be seduced by her and he would let her off. However, she had never thought that the man already had someone else in his heart. It was more difficult for her to gain Feng Yuxuan’s love than for her to fly.

Feng Yuxuan had always appeared to be gentle and elegant and there were traces of him copying Bai Yihao. Even though he was not as elegant or n.o.ble as Bai Yihao, who was like the floating clouds in the sky, he was also known to be a gentle and elegant prince. He was kind to everyone and was very gracious. He seemed to be a gentleman to all the n.o.ble ladies. But in actual fact, he did not like the little tricks that women used. As such, it was impossible for him to like a woman like Ling Fengyan.

Of course, Feng Yuran felt displeased when he thought of who the woman Feng Yuxuan liked was.

If not for that chance encounter, he would not have known that his eldest brother liked Tong’er. If he had not seen the portrait his brother had placed in a secret spot, he would not have known when his eldest brother started liking Tong’er. There were too many people who were interested in Tong’er. He had to take her for himself first and would not allow anyone to get her first.

“Yes. King Chu will not let her off.” Mo Xuetong’s lively eyes blinked and she smiled when she understood that point.

“Silly girl, are you very happy?”

“Yep.” Mo Xuetong nodded frantically. How could she not be happy when she thought of how she managed to fell two of her enemies today in a single day? However, she also knew that Feng Yuran had played a part in this. She did not pull her hand back. Instead, she caressed his handsome face. Then, she said with a smile, “Thank you very much!”

Her smile was sweet and beautiful and her eyes had a hint of playfulness in them. Her long lashes fluttered. She was shy and charming. Feng Yuran’s eyes could not help but darkened. However, he remembered his promise. He did not know whether he should feel regretful or depressed. There was a delicacy right in front of him, but he could only look at her and not touch. He had really overestimated his self-restraint.

“Tong’er, don’t you think marrying me is a delightful thing?” He said, pretending to be upset. He nipped at her soft pale ears in an act of punishment. He watched as the thin and almost translucent ears flamed up and his heart heated up as well. He felt that it was really his great fortunes to marry the girl in front of him.

He would never let her go!

Mo Xuetong’s face grew red and her body heated up. Even her heart warmed up as well. She could hear him muttering by her ear gently, “Tong’er, I like you! I like you very very much!”

His slightly trembling voice was completely different from his usual lazy casualness. She could feel the heat and intimacy from his tightly wound body. However, he did not hurt her. He hugged her and did not do anything else. Was it because he had once promised her that he would allow her to continue to mourn for her mother?

She was deeply touched and a blissful and happy smile appeared on her face. There was a hint of charming coyness on her face along with the blush on it. She wrapped her arms around his muscular waist and hugged him somewhat anxiously. She buried her head in his chest and said softly, “I like you too!”

“Really? Tong’er likes me too?” Feng Yuran’s ears were very sharp. He reached out to touch Mo Xuetong’s face, wanting her to look up as she spoke. His eyes were so s.h.i.+ny, they were like clear skies. He was extremely happy.

Mo Xuetong could only raise her head from his chest as he prodded her. She said shyly, “Your Highness, don’t fool around.”

“Call me by my name.”

“Feng… Yu… Ran.” Mo Xuetong was slightly hesitant. However, she bit her lips and said his name softly under his encouraging glance. Her long lashes fluttered and she seemed slightly shy. She had only called his names when she was very angry. She was always prim and proper otherwise.

“Don’t say my surname. Call me Yuran.” Feng Yuran said, insatiable.

This man was truly stubborn. Furthermore, that was way too intimate. Even though Mo Xuetong already belonged to him since they were married, she was still a little shy. She buried her head and did not speak.

“Tong’er, Tong’er, call me that, call me that, won’t you…” The man was not giving up. He touched Mo Xuetong’s face, making her feel shy and angry. She bit his chest and then started playing around, “Yuran, Husband, it is getting late. Shall we rest now!”