C9

Unintentionally talking to Feng Xiwu, Qu Jingxi lifted his leg and walked in front.

Feng Xiwu watched his back as she left. Her white robes draped over her slender body, making it hard for him to hide her extravagance.

How petty, Feng Xiwu cursed silently, she had only eaten so much, why did she have to be treated like that?

Her fingers, which were as white as cream, were obediently folded on her legs. If one were more careful, they would be able to see the bruises on the corners of her eyes through layers of makeup, as well as her red, swollen eyelids, which had been modified by rouge.

The silk in his hand had been clawed into a mess by Lu Wanru, who knew what kind of state she was in.

She was locked up at home by her father for the night. Finally, she was released from her ban this morning, and after hurriedly dressing up, she rushed over to Prince Jing Palace.

Ever since she was nine years old, she had secretly promised the prince. How could she allow other girls to take him away?

After waiting in the front hall for a while, she finally saw the familiar figure who had arrived late on the corridor. The anxious heart in her chest calmed down at that moment, but the moment she saw Feng Xiwu, her body felt as cold as the deepest water beneath the cliff.

Qu Jingxi purposely slowed his steps, waited for the red clothed lady behind his to catch up, and then held his hand. The lady shyly smiled, and the two of them were as sweet as a newlywed couple, it deeply pierced her heart.

"Wan Ru greets the king."

The lady in the living room came forward to welcome him. Feng Xiwu looked at her carefully, with her willow shaped eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and dressed in a light green thin skirt that seemed to grow lotuses with every step.

Feng Xiwu raised her eyebrows. What about her, the princess consort?

She had some impression of this woman. She was the young lady of the Prime Minister's Estate, and her looks were quite pretty. During the previous banquet, she had even danced a bit in front of everyone and had received a round of applause.

"Miss, this is the third young miss, Lu Wanru." Zi Lan, who was supporting Feng Xiwu, reminded him from the side.

Lu Wanru? Now that shshethought about it, she heard from her father that this Third Young Miss loved to walk around the palace, especially in the Palace of Tzu Ning, because every time the Prince Jing went to court, he had to visit the empress dowager.

This Third Miss, this weasel is here to pay his respects to Chicken.

Lu Wanru forced out an elegant and generous smile. She couldn't lose her composure, especially in front of this woman.

Lu Wanru moved closer and saw clearly that Feng Xiwu's appearance was not any less than her own. She bit her lips in resentment. So what if she was beautiful? After all, the daughter of a general was vulgar, so it was better to be a golden lady like her.

She was a young miss of the General's Estate, her father was the Prime Minister, her mother was a young miss of an aristocratic family, her eldest sister was an esteemed empress in the palace and the empress dowager had taken a liking to her. This Feng Xiwu, how could she compare to her?

Thinking about it, Lu Wanru's eyes became a bit more confident.

Feng Xiwu sighed in her heart as she looked at her appearance. She had already come knocking on her door on the first day of marriage.

Before she had entered the palace, she had heard rumors that the Third Miss had a good relationship with the Prince Jing, but she had not expected that she would come so soon.

She did not know if the two of them had any old feelings for each other, so it was fine if Lu Wanru was silent, but if she really did bully the sect, then she, Feng Xiwu, would also not be an easy person to talk to!

He turned to look at Qu Jingxi, but the man in the front room only sipped his tea slowly and didn't say a word, as if there was no one else in the front hall.

"Big Brother Xi," Lu Wanru said weakly.

She was still maintaining her bow posture, her legs were sore. She wanted Big Brother Xi to pity her and help her up.

Qu Jingxi continued to taste the tea as if it was nothing.

Lu Wanru's eyes were red. Even though the Big Brother Xi in her memories had always been cold, never had she been as embarrassed as she was today.

The thought of her father and sister's warnings to her last night made her feel wronged.

Was it really like what her father said, that Prince Jing had never loved her?

No, how could it be? How could it be possible? If he didn't like her, how could he allow her to be by his side every day and become a pair with her? Why would he buy her a hairpin at a lantern festival? Why would he visit her in the Palace of Tzu Ning every day?

Feng Xiwu naturally did not know about Lu Wanru's rich mental activities, but she saw that Lu Wanru's slight curve was becoming more and more unnatural, and she shot a look at Zi Lan who was beside her.

"Third Miss has always been standing and bowing. Don't tell anyone that our Prince's Mansion has neglected our guests."

As soon as Feng Xiwu finished speaking, Zi Lan immediately went forward to support her. Lu Wanru's legs seemed to be a little numb, and when she stood up, she staggered, and if not for Zi Lan's support, she would have already fallen down to the sky.

Feng Xiwu saw through everything and remained calm and collected.

Since Third Young Miss was so devoted to the prince, wouldn't she become a thorn in his side?

Lu Wanru's tears quietly fell, she only bit her lips, and did not make any sound.

It was a man. He couldn't help but hug her when he saw how pitiful Third Young Miss looked, could he?

Feng Xiwu squinted at the man, who was still tasting the tea as if nothing had happened.

Could it be that Lang Wuqie had feelings for him? Feng Xiwu guessed. It seems like the rumors in this palace are true.

Not wanting to see their farce any longer, Feng Xiwu got up. "This wangfei is not feeling well, so I'll go rest first.

Lu Wanru's tears made her feel troubled, the rich scent of rouge on her body made her feel nauseous.

"Is the wangfei not feeling well?"

Qu Jingxi who had been tasting tea finally spoke out, the expression in the little girl's eyes did not seem right.

Feng Xiwu was on fire, and didn't want to explain any further, so she turned around and planned to leave immediately.

A force on her wrist suddenly pulled her backwards, causing her to fall into a warm embrace.