Chapter 227

"Your Highness, we are about to have an etiquette lesson." His voice was very pleasant, and even his urging tone was not annoying.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot the time." Ling Wu stepped out from behind Luan Jing and apologized.

Lan Si was somewhat surprised by Ling Wu's appearance today, and showed no curiosity about his fox ears.

He gently shook his head, his delicate eyebrows slightly lowered, and then reached out to Ling Wu, "Your Highness, please leave here with me first."

The man's fingers were beautiful, but even more beautiful were his deep blue eyes, like a vast ocean, seemingly cold and boundless, yet they softened with tenderness when he touched Lingwu.

Luan Jing gritted her teeth, but before she could speak, Lan Si grasped the girl's hand.

His long, snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, and his small, cool hands seemed impossible to warm up.

"Your Excellency, have you overstepped your bounds?" Luan Jing's sharp aura was directed at Lan Si.

She looked at Lan Si holding Ling Wu's hand, and a feeling of frustration rose in her heart.

The little princess has been raised too cleanly; she can't refuse anyone and doesn't know the proper separation between men and women.

Lan Si feigned retreat, saying, "I apologize, Your Highness, time was short, and that's why I offended you."

He gentlemanly released his hand, and the instant the cool sensation in his hand disappeared, Lan Si met Luan Jing's gaze with displeasure.

The girl in the ruqun raised an eyebrow, and Lan Si clearly saw the provocation in her eyes.

"It is now time for etiquette class. Your Excellency... must leave His Highness's side." Lan Si spoke slowly, as if frost and snow were spreading from his words.

Luan Jing opened her lips, then gritted her teeth and nodded.

The lady-in-waiting could stay by the princess's side all day long.

However, for events like etiquette classes, once other players obtain the princess's identity card, she can no longer stay by the princess's side for a period of time.

This is also a way for the game to maintain balance with its players.

Luan Jing watched Ling Wu and Lan Si leave, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The little princess is so charming that even Lan Si took the initiative to make physical contact with her.

What should we do?

“Wen Xing…” she murmured, but quickly shook her head.

What if there is real danger?

But if she didn't do that, her chances of rising to power would be almost nonexistent.

Pink and white roses quietly climbed onto the branches, and Lan Si spoke in a cool tone about what Princess Ling Wu should do during the king's enthronement ceremony.

He held a pointer in his hand, but because Ling Wu always perfectly demonstrated the etiquette he taught, the pointer had always been just for show.

After going through the entire process perfectly once again, Lan Si couldn't help but applaud.

"Your Highness is the most intelligent student I have ever met."

Although he had only taught this one student, the system rated her as perfect.

This demonstrates her intelligence and excellence.

Unlike yesterday, Ke Lingwu did not eagerly await his description of the scenery outside after class, nor was she curious about his fox ears.

So during the period when the course ended early, I remained silent.

As the one who was strategizing, Lan Si naturally couldn't leave. However, after learning that she could now move freely around the castle, his advantage was almost gone.

Lan Si glanced at his shadow in the light, where there was a pair of fox ears that were more prominent than those of the other players.

It seems like this is his only advantage.

Thinking of this, a hint of pink slowly rose from his originally snow-white fox ears.

"Teacher, are you hot?" Lingwu asked, looking at his fox ears.

Lan Si's initial hesitation was completely abandoned after hearing those words.

He stepped forward a few paces, and finally asked in a very soft, embarrassed voice, "Does Your Highness wish to touch it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body stiffened, and his cheeks gradually flushed.

——

The handsome man who awoke from the game pod sat inside, his right hand pressed against his forehead, his eyes remaining closed.

Although he realized that he had broken away from Landric's identity, the bitterness in his heart lingered for a long time.

Holographic games are so realistic that they can blur the lines between reality and the game, so the existence of mental health values ​​is to prevent people from becoming addicted to the game.

But no one expected that he, the developer, would one day become addicted to it.

“Celestia.” His voice was cold, but when he murmured the name, it seemed to contain infinite tenderness.

Feng Jing let out a breath, finally lowered his hand, and stepped out of the game pod.

He was still wearing the same black shirt, but the cufflinks were undone, adding a touch of unruliness to his aloof demeanor.

After he opened the door, employees in work uniforms walked past him from time to time, greeting him. Only after he left did the employees rub their eyes.

"Strange, why did President Feng come out of the game at this hour? Is there something wrong with the game?" Thinking of this, he quickly returned to his workstation.

Unaware of all this, Feng Jing took the elevator to the top floor. After his pupils unlocked, he saw the boy who shared the same NPC body with him.

However, the most eye-catching feature is the many transparent cylinders standing in that white space.

Inside the cylinder was a light blue liquid, and within that liquid were naked bionic bodies.

In the very center of the white space stood a huge, pure white instrument, and the boy, dressed in a white lab coat, stood in front of it.

He gazed intently and reverently at the android beneath him, his exquisitely beautiful face bearing a gentle smile.

Several empty bottles of nutrient solution were on the table next to him, indicating that he hadn't left the laboratory for a long time.

“Feng Xiaobei!” Feng Jing said coldly.

The boy in the white coat still ignored him and even took the hand of one of his android subordinates.

“No, it needs to be softer and cooler…” Feng Xiaobei murmured, his brows furrowed.

Feng Jing's voice grew louder: "Feng Xiaobei!"

The boy then turned his head, the gentleness in his dark eyes completely disappearing and turning into indifference. He pressed the button and placed the bionic body into the instrument, making sure Feng Jing couldn't see it.

Feng Jing frowned, his voice filled with anger: "Feng Xiaobei! Experiments with bionic robots have been explicitly prohibited. What you're doing now is enough to send you to jail, do you understand?"

The boy looked calmly at Feng Jing. "This is the last one."

“Not even the last one! And these…” Feng Jing pointed to the bionic objects in the light blue cylinders within the pure white space, “These also need to be destroyed immediately!”

"What are they afraid of? Are they afraid that one day they will be replaced by them?" Feng Xiaobei's voice was like a robot's, without any emotional fluctuation.

The boy's dark eyes seemed to see right through people's souls.

Feng Jing pursed his lips, then awkwardly looked away. "This is unavoidable human nature; you would never understand."

The boy calmly replied, "But they are cleaner than them."

Feng Xiaobei didn't explicitly say who the two "they" were, but Feng Jing knew what it meant.

"Stop this research under your command. Don't continue it." Feng Jing gritted his teeth. "I'll hold off the higher-ups for now. Destroy what you're currently developing before they arrive. The others can be kept."

Feng Xiaobei ignored him, casually shifted her gaze, and began calculating data on the computer.

"Feng Xiaobei!" Feng Jing roared again.

Feng Xiaobei then raised his head, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth. He looked at Feng Jing and said, "I told them not to mess with me, or they'd better not come out of the Ghost Realm."

His voice was soft, yet impossible to ignore.

"Fine, fine! You're amazing! You're amazing!" Feng Jing was furious and turned to leave.

But as soon as he stepped out of the laboratory, he suddenly remembered his purpose there, and so he turned back, still angry.

This time he remained silent, because he wanted to see what kind of bionic being had captivated his freakish younger brother so much.

As he approached, the skirt on the android's body came into view.

He was puzzled as to why Feng Xiaobei wanted to dress up the android, but the familiarity of the dress distracted him.

It feels familiar; I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

He looked up and when his gaze fell on the bionic profile, he immediately remembered where he had seen this dress before.

"Feng Xiaobei, are you crazy!"