"Feng... cough cough, does your father know about this?" I wanted to directly criticize that old man Feng Yue, but thankfully I stopped myself in time.
Bei Zhan coughed awkwardly, but his eyes were clear and insightful.
A faint smile graced Junlin Shenzhi's face as he spoke calmly, "Father is unaware of this matter yet."
"I intend to depart for the Immortal Realm tomorrow to earnestly persuade my father. I humbly request Your Majesty to grant me a chance."
Bei Zhan's eyes flickered, a fleeting look of emotion crossing his face: "Why is the Crown Prince acting this way?"
A crown prince of the immortal race, and a renowned and powerful phoenix lord, actually made a special trip to the demon race's palace.
Such a humble approach to reconciliation, with claims of no ulterior motive, is hardly convincing.
Jun Lin's silver eyes fell back on Bei Yan, his divine face softening and his lips curving into a slight smile.
"What you have planned, I am pleased with."
How deep is the affection, how flowing is the love.
Bei Yan secretly covered her heart with her hand. What was going on? Why was it beating so fast all of a sudden?
Jun Lin's expression was so serious that Bei Zhan was unusually moved. Bei Feng knew his father all too well, and seeing Bei Zhan like this, he couldn't sit still any longer.
He scoffed dismissively, "Easier said than done."
Ha, trying to steal your own little sister? Don't even think about it, there's no way!
Junlin didn't take it to heart, smiled calmly, and spoke in a deep, steady voice that inexplicably gave people a sense of conviction.
"Whether it is easy or not, we will only know after we try. I will do my best to persuade my father. I hope that Your Majesty can give me a chance."
After a moment's thought, Bei Zhan spoke under the expectant gaze of the crowd.
He raised his wine cup and gestured towards Junlin: "Very well, since the Crown Prince is so sincere in his ambition to rise to high positions..."
I, of course, cannot be a narrow-minded person, so I will give the Crown Prince this opportunity.
This cup is offered to wish the Crown Prince swift success.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jun Lin's lips curved into a smile, his long, narrow eyebrows and eyes filled with a hint of laughter.
Throughout the banquet, Bei Yan was completely bewildered. Finally, amidst the murmurs and discussions among the treacherous officials…
With a bewildered look, she blinked her bright black eyes, tugged at her older brother's sleeve, and asked, "Big brother, does this mean Father sold me out?"
Bei Feng: "..."
He patted Bei Yan's head, a hint of pity in his eyes: "You can understand it that way."
Beiyan: "..."
She knew then that she was no longer her father's little darling, waaaaah~!
The starlight flickered, and the evening breeze was gentle.
Bei Yan sat dejectedly in the small garden of his palace, looking at the Dreamy Flower he had just created during the day, muttering to himself:
"Flower, flower, why do you think that jerk did that? Could it be that he really likes me, like he said?"
She pouted and said, "What do you think he likes about me? What's so great about me? Ah! I know!"
You tell me, wasn't he getting revenge for running away without telling me? How can you blame me for that?
"It was that wicked little beauty who sprinkled my body with incense; otherwise, how would I have had the chance to have Little Eagle bring me back, don't you think?"
Bei Yan muttered to herself, completely unaware that a silver-white figure was watching her with a smile behind her.
Junlin's lips curved into a smile, clearly in a good mood. He didn't intend to speak, but simply listened quietly to the little guy's rambling.
Bei Yan gently stroked Meng Linglong's leaves, and asked with a puzzled expression:
"Flowers, flowers, tell me, what does it feel like to like someone?"
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