Chapter 393 Robust Imperial Husband 4 The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a person walking slowly towards them from the corner of the corridor.
The newcomer was dressed in a crimson brocade robe, with large lotus blossoms embroidered in gold thread at the hem, making him extremely glamorous and flamboyant.
Her dark hair was loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin, and a few stray strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, adding to her casual and unrestrained look.
Zi Xi held a sandalwood fan in her hand, waving it lightly and casually. Her narrow phoenix eyes were slightly upturned as she glanced at everyone present.
Finally, it landed on Ling Siran, who was surrounded in a corner, his figure stiff.
It was fate. Zi Xi originally thought the Men's Morality Academy was a novel place and wanted to come disguised as a man to see what the men there studied on a daily basis.
Unexpectedly, I even got to hear about the male lead being humiliated.
"Greetings...Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Princess!"
Liu Rufeng and the others clearly recognized Zi Xi, who was disguised as a man, and their expressions changed instantly. Their previous arrogance vanished in a flash, and they hurriedly bowed in greeting.
Their voices were filled with undisguised panic.
The eldest princess, Xiao Zixi, is a notorious troublemaker in the capital, acting entirely on her whims and never playing by the rules.
They dared to bully Ling Siran because they were certain he was a reserved person who wouldn't dare to speak out, but they never expected to be caught by the eldest princess.
Zi Xi seemed not to hear their greetings and walked closer with a leisurely gait, fanning herself.
Her gaze swept over Liu Rufeng's pale face, then over the other silent young men.
Finally, he gently tapped the shoulder of the blue-clad young master who had been pushing Ling Siran the most enthusiastically with the rib of his fan.
"Don't you want your hand anymore?"
"Do you think you can touch my people?"
Zi Xi's voice was tinged with laughter, but her eyes were chilling.
"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! I... I know I was wrong!"
The young man in blue trembled with fright and fell to his knees with a thud.
"Get away from here, you're blocking the light."
Zi Xi didn't bother to look at him, and casually waved her fan as if brushing away some unsightly dust.
Those men felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and scrambled to the side, wishing they could shrink into a crack in the wall.
After the area was cleared, Zi Xi finally turned her gaze entirely to Ling Siran, who was still leaning against the wall with his head down.
He looked rather... disheveled at that moment.
His pale school robe was wrinkled from the earlier shoving, his hair was a little messy, and his tall body was tense.
Especially her tightly pursed lips and slightly trembling eyelashes, which conveyed an indescribable sense of grievance.
The impatience that had been rising in Zi Xi's heart inexplicably dissipated, replaced by a stronger interest.
She stepped forward, only a step away from him, and could clearly feel the tension emanating from his body.
She gently touched his clenched fist with her closed fan.
That fist was as hard as iron, carrying the unique power and heat of a martial artist.
Ling Siran shuddered suddenly, as if he had been scalded, and abruptly raised his head.
Their eyes met.
Zi Xi clearly saw the panic in his eyes.
Those light brown eyes, glistening with tears as he suppressed his emotions, created a striking contrast with his strong, aloof facial features.
Zi Xi felt as if something had gently tickled her heart.
"What? It's only been a few days, and Young Master Ling doesn't recognize me anymore?"
She curled her lips into a smile, a hint of mockery mixed with a unique languor.
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