Chapter 398 - The Three Princes Gathered at Princess Royals Manor (1/2)

In the end, this kiss that almost went out of control ended with the escape of Feng Yuran. After taking a cold water bath, Feng Yuran came over and saw Mo Xuetong already asleep on her bed. When he saw her red and swollen lips smiling, Feng Yuran’s lips curved up involuntarily as well.

He took off his outer coat and climbed onto the bed, relaxing only when he hugged the slim figure of Mo Xuetong. In his arms, all of Mo Xuetong’s fear and anxiety had disappeared. She laid beside his body and nestled like a kitten that just found its comfortable nest. She sighed satisfyingly and slept in his arms.

Seeing the gentle smile on Mo Xuetong’s cute face and the twitching of her long eyelashes, Feng Yuran could not help but lower his head to kiss this lazy and adorable woman before closing his eyes.

When he woke up the next day, no one was around her. She touched the cold blanket next to her and realized that Feng Yuran had been awake for a while. Perhaps it was because of the spring weather, she had been entering a deeper state of sleep recently and did not even realize that the man next to her was gone.

Hearing the voice within, Mo Lan and Mo Yu brought toiletries and entered.

“What time is it? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Mo Xuetong sat up lazily and asked. She had to go to Princess Royal’s manor today. It would be terrible if she was late for she was the daughter of Princess Royal, not just the wife of his nephew.Read more chapters at ReadNovelFull.com

Mo Lan hooked up the muslin bed curtains with gold embroideries with golden hooks and smiled.

“Just past 9 am. His Highness said that there’s no rush for it’ll be alright for an injured man like him to be late.”

“His Highness specifically instructed for you to sleep more. He has prepared all the presents and you merely need to tidy yourself up. You won’t be late.” Mo Lan laughed too.

His Highness was truly nice to their lady. They were still worried before marriage that the women in His Highness’ back garden would create trouble for their lady, or that His Highness would dote on those women and be indifferent towards their lady. Now, the situation was that His Highness was truly concerned about their lady, and not a single woman dared to provoke her. As the servants sent over through marriage, all of them were happy for Mo Xuetong.

“We shouldn’t be too late.” Mo Xuetong stared at Mo Yu and Mo Lan with displeasure for she realized that her two servants have been on Feng Yuran’s side, speaking for him instead. She wrinkled her nose and flirted jealously, “Are you my servant or his? Calling him His Highness so affectionately?”

Seeing Mo Xuetong flirting with them, Mo Yu and Mo Lan laughed and was about to joke around when Feng Yuran’s voice appeared by the doorsteps.

“Who calls for His Highness so affectionately?” A little servant opened the door curtains and Feng Yuran walked in wearing a purple coat, with jimsonweed sewed on it elegantly, complementing his perfect figure. He wore a crown that allowed his black hair to fall unimpeded. They fell on his shoulders, showcasing his red lips and his devilish demeanor. His eyes and brows were of extreme beauty, which made all the seductive peach blossoms pale in comparison.

Mo Xuetong could not help but exclaim at the devilish looks of the man!

Such a face was the root of trouble!

“I see that Your Highness woke up early today to rush to see Mother.” Mo Xuetong explained and held Mo Lan’s hand to get up. Sitting in front of her makeup table, she stared at him through the makeup mirror.

She gave him face in front of others and called him Your Highness affectionately. Her watery eyes moved as she pursed her red lips.

“So sour. Did Tong’er spill vinegar here? This seems to be old vinegar, with this sourness…” Seeing Mo Xuetong’s watery eyes contained seductiveness amidst her adorable face, Feng Yuran was extremely satisfied. He waved his hands, signaling the two servants to retreat as he walked to Mo Xuetong’s side to help her with her makeup.

“There is still vinegar in this manor? I thought someone ate all the vinegar!” Mo Xuetong glanced at him with an emotionless face as he helped her change her hairpin solemnly. His usage of the pin was quite skillful, which made Mo Xuetong purse her pink lips. “Your Highness is truly talented to have such a great skill even in brus.h.i.+ng my hair. I wonder how many people you’ve trained this skill on.”

“No more vinegar in the manor? That’s not alright since my Tong’er drinks a huge tank each time. I will order for my man to buy some later.” Feng Yuran frowned and lowered his head to whisper into Mo Xuetong’s ears. He kissed and smiled, “Tong’er, rest a.s.sured. I practiced combing these few days on Feng Yue’s head.”

Only G.o.d knows how tempted he was when he saw the few servants helping her tidy her black hair. Hence, he experimented with Feng Yue.

The thought of a man like Feng Yue being forced to sit in front of a mirror to tie such a seductive ponytail by Feng Yuran made Mo Xuetong laugh. Her eyelashes twitched as she flirted, “Why did Feng Yue not kick you out.”

“How dare he! It is a blessing for him to be combed by me.”

“Oh, then I have to thank Your Highness too for such a blessing!”

“No need, just be more proactive next time.” The man with the thick skin retorted casually while the woman with thin skin could only be red in the face with embarra.s.sment, staring at him fiercely.

However, the pair of watery eyes looked adorable despite how much she glared, as no strength came from within.

As the two joked with each other, they tidied themselves and entered the carriage to Princess Royal’s manor.

When they arrived at Princess Royal’s manor, Mo Xuetong went off the carriage holding Mo Lan’s hand as a support. She then turned around and supported Feng Yuran. He was an injured man and they had to show everyone that. However, Feng Yuran did not wish to tire Mo Xuetong and hence placed much of his weight on the little eunuch beside him.

He was long and slender and his heavy body made the little eunuch grimace in pain.

“Is my Eighth Brother’s feet alright. My sister-in-law has a weak body, you should let me support you.” A gentle smile came from beside them and the two turned around to see a carriage parked behind. Feng Yuxuan strode off the carriage and hurried over as if he wanted to support Feng Yuran.