Song Wuxia said gloomily, "In this world, no one dares to ridicule my woman."
Feng Guang grabbed the hand that was covering his eyes, looked into his gentle and worried eyes, and shook her head. "I'm fine... I'm not as fragile as you think. Besides, you are Song Wuxia. No matter what you do, I will stand by your side."
Song Wuxia paused slightly, then took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket. This handkerchief was the only clean thing on him. He was always very clean, but instead of wiping himself, he gently wiped the bloodstains on her face.
“Fengguang…I promise you, I will never get you dirty again.”
"You promise you won't get hurt again, right?"
A faint smile appeared on his blood-stained face. "Yes, I promise."
Feng Guang grasped his hand, feeling happier than if she had tasted the most delicious pastry in the world from his promise.
Already severely injured, Baili Min, now missing an arm, lay on the ground, too weak to get up. He was barely breathing, and it was too late for him to say anything inappropriate.
Feng Guang asked, "What should we do with him?"
If not handled properly, Song Wuxia will be branded as a regicide.
“Just say he died in a landslide and his body can’t be found.” Song Wuxia’s gaze didn’t fall on Baili Min at all. He looked at Feng Guang with focused tenderness. “In the end, we will also die in this landslide.”
"You mean..."
“Fengguang.” He called her name softly. “Once we leave this mountain, I will no longer be the powerful Song Wuxia, and you will no longer be the noble Crown Princess. If that’s the case… would you still be willing to continue with me?”
Instead of answering, she asked, "Will you still bully me?"
He thought about it seriously for a while, and finally whispered in her ear, "I'll only tease you in bed, okay?"
What's remarkable is that she didn't blush. Spending time with him for a long time, Fengguang also developed a thick skin.
"Who's bullying whom is still uncertain," she said, standing on tiptoe and biting his chin.
Song Wuxia let out a pleasant chuckle, "Even though I'm no longer the head of the West Depot, I can still afford osmanthus cake and candied hawthorn."
Taking advantage of his fondness, she went further, saying, "I want to eat what you make."
"Okay, I'll go learn."
"Once you've learned it, you're only allowed to make it for me."
"I only cook this for Fengguang."
"By the way, you absolutely must not bring Tiger Bite, it will steal my food."
"Okay, let's not bring Tiger Bite."
No matter what she said, he would just agree in a low voice. If she said, "Go to hell," he would laugh and agree.
Song Wuxia was very fortunate that she was still alive.
At dusk, a landslide suddenly occurred in the Royal Hunting Grounds.
It is said that His Majesty, the Director of the Western Depot, Lord Song, and the Crown Princess all tragically perished. Shortly after the funeral, His Highness the Crown Prince also suddenly fell seriously ill. After his illness, the Crown Prince was able to speak again, but his body was extremely weak. Some say that he had experienced the pain of losing his father and wife, which is why he fell ill and could not recover.
In other words, taking advantage of the Crown Prince's serious illness, the Western Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard suddenly supported the Fourth Prince as emperor.
The question of who would seize the throne became increasingly unpredictable.
In a courtyard in a water town in Jiangnan, a woman's scream suddenly rang out.
"Ah! Song Wuxia! Hu Yao stole my osmanthus cake again!"
The man who was reading under the shade of a tree put down his book and caught the woman who jumped into his arms. He laughed and said, "If a tiger bites and steals your osmanthus cake, you can just take it back."
"You!" she gritted her teeth, "You promised you wouldn't bring tiger bites!"
He said, "The tiger came looking for its own way after biting itself; there's nothing I can do about it."
"Your martial arts are so good, but you never help me when Tiger bites me!"
Yes, if it weren't for Hu Yao, why would she come to him in a huff every time to complain?
She's so cute when she's angry...it seems to be his twisted sense of humor.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry anymore." He patted her back and kissed her lips again. "Shall I tell you a story?"
She asked curiously, "What story?"
"Just imagine, what if Baili Min's plan had succeeded that day in the hunting grounds..."
In his gentle voice, even the cicadas' chirping quieted down.
Peaceful and serene.
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