Sisi looked at his slightly flushed face and the hint of excitement in his eyes, but there was no desire in it. She smiled faintly and said, "Sure, if you want, I'd be happy to."

Fu Yuan paused, then chuckled as he took off his clothes one by one until he was only left with his undergarments. He then got up and approached her, but the moment he touched her belt, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and fainted.

"Since you're here, come in."

Sisi sat down and calmly poured herself a cup of tea. Just as she brought it to her lips, a slender white hand squeezed it, and his face drew close to hers. Their breaths mingled, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"If Your Highness wishes to consummate the marriage, why not seek out this servant?"

"You said it yourself, you are a slave. The difference between a slave and a prince consort is almost like heaven and earth, isn't it?"

These words enraged Feng Yue, who sneered, "What? Does Your Highness discriminate based on status?"

Sisi smiled. "You should know that since ancient times, there has been a distinction between the noble and the lowly. A slave is a slave, a slave..."

Her chin was suddenly pinched.

"Does Your Highness find this servant unworthy?"

Sisi looked directly at him, their lips were very close, almost as if they could kiss if they took just one more step forward.

As Feng Yue's ears turned red, he also saw the indifference in her eyes—too indifferent, as if she didn't take him seriously at all.

Indeed, to her, he was just a servant she had picked up; how could he be worthy of a princess of such high status?

Feng Yue suddenly released his grip. "If you don't like it, then so be it. Anyway, the Prince Consort is already unconscious. If Your Highness wants to consummate the marriage, you can only do so with me. If not, then I will take my leave."

"If you do this, aren't you letting Yu Xue down?"

"She has nothing to do with me!"

Sisi smiled, "Really? Then how about I bestow her upon the prince consort as a concubine tomorrow?"

"..."

Feng Yue's expression turned slightly cold.

"Look, you clearly have Yu Xue in your heart, so why be hypocritical and drag me into this?"

He remained silent.

"How about I bestow Yu Xue upon you?"

Sisi stared at him, but his face showed no joy; he remained calm, somewhat resembling Zhou Qiyan when he was angry.

"Whom is Your Highness looking at through my face again?"

Sisi snapped out of her reverie and chuckled softly, "Naturally, he is an old friend. Feng Yue, you haven't answered my question yet."

He gave a sarcastic smile. "So, Your Highness saved me only because I resemble an old friend of yours. Otherwise, you would definitely have stood by and watched me die, wouldn't you?"

Sisi asked calmly, "So, in Feng Yue's heart, this is how I am?"

Feng Yue's face showed a hint of panic, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, Your Highness, isn't that how it is? You've already done it!"

Sisi smiled faintly. Although he looked and had a similar personality to Zhou Qiyan, he was not Zhou Qiyan after all, and Zhou Qiyan would not say such a thing about her.

"If you say so, then so be it."

She didn't explain, which only fueled Feng Yue's anger. The two remained silent for a while before he finally grabbed Fu Yuan and left.

It wasn't until nightfall, when Sisi was reading a book about phenomena, that she heard a commotion outside, followed by a thud as something fell to the ground.

At the same time, Sisi also felt a strong sense of familiarity, and she got up and opened the palace door.

On the ground lay a man dressed in black, his face covered in blood, making his features unrecognizable.

His pursuers looked up and said disdainfully, "Oh, isn't this Her Highness the Princess? Still awake?"

“Kill her, she saw us.”

Several men flew over with swords in hand. To Sisi, it was a piece of cake. Before they could even see how she made a move, they had already flown far away and disappeared from the princess's residence.

Sisi approached and saw that the man was unconscious. She reached out and brushed away the hair covering his face, gently wiping away the dirt on his face with a handkerchief, without any sign of disgust.

Sisi smiled after wiping everything clean.

"Ayan, I've finally found you."

...

"Haven't you heard?" Mingyu said indignantly, "Chunxiang said this morning that there was a man on His Highness's bed. His Highness never allows anyone to be on her bed. This man is really suspicious!"

Qingyu glanced at Feng Yue, who was playing with the bone sword, and said somewhat nervously, "The prince consort went back yesterday. We're all here. Could it be that His Highness has brought back a new male favorite?"

"No, I have to go and see." Without saying another word, Fan Jingshu stood up and headed towards the princess's bedroom.

The others looked at each other, and then stood up and followed suit. Everyone was curious about who this man who could sleep with the princess was.

"Your Highness, Young Master Feng and the other young masters have arrived." Chunxiang lowered her head, not daring to look at the bed at all.

"Let them in."

Just thinking about their constant chatter gives me a headache. I wonder what they've come for this time.

As soon as they entered, their eyes all fell on the bed.

Following their gazes, Sisi asked knowingly, "Are you all here to see him or to see me?"

Their gaze abruptly returned to their original position.

Fan Jingshu asked hesitantly, "Your Highness, who exactly is the man on the bed? Is he another male favorite you've taken in?"

“Yes, Your Highness already has so many male favorites, why do you still need to find more? You haven’t even touched any of us,” Mingyu said with dissatisfaction.

Qingyu also said, "Your Highness, if you find a male favorite, you should acknowledge him with us. We are his brothers."

Feng Yue scoffed, "Who knows where he picked up some random guy."

"Weren't you picked up by me too?"

Sisi looked at him, and Feng Yue's face stiffened. He fell silent again, but the smile on his lips was extremely sarcastic.

"He's injured and hasn't woken up yet. Let's wait until he wakes up. Everyone, get out of here. What are you doing crowding around me?"

None of them wanted to leave.

Qingyu took off the purse from her body and said, "Your Highness, this is a purse made of herbs that I cut. It is very good for the injured person. Please give it to him as a gift."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the person on the bed suddenly coughed.

Sisi got up and went to check on him. The anxiety on her face was something Feng Yue had never seen before. She had never been this anxious when she saved him!

Feng Yue stared intently at the person on the bed, refusing to believe that this person could be any better than him.

"How are you?" Sisi whispered as she helped him up. The man opened his eyes, a hint of surprise in his pupils. "Cough cough cough, Princess?"

"It's me."

Nalan Ce coughed violently. He had been chased and killed last night and had suffered many injuries, especially on his arm, which had been slashed open by a knife. He raised his hand.

To my surprise, the opening was gone.

"My God, did you see that? This person looks exactly like Feng Yue!" Ming Yu exclaimed.

Qingyu clutched the bracelet, her heart aching with a sharp, persistent pain. The prince truly loved someone like Feng Yue.

Although Fan Jingshu was surprised and angry, he thought someone was even angrier than him, so he said sarcastically, "It seems that His Highness has taken some people as substitutes. Some people are so ungrateful that they act arrogantly and domineeringly because of His Highness's favor. Little do they know that they are just substitutes!"