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"Princess, these clothes are all from this year's latest design. There are even some materials that the Prince chose himself."

The leading boss respectfully spoke good words for the prince. Even though the slight unhappiness on the princess' small face was obvious.

But the Prince had said that he hoped the Princess would be happy to accept these things, and perhaps, if she was happy, would give him some money.

Feng Xiwu raised her eyes and sized up the rest of the clothes. Other than the style, traditional patterns, techniques, and materials, they were all extremely fine.

"Princess." By her side, Zi Lan saw that she was staring at her clothes in a daze and couldn't help but remind her.

"Sorry for the trouble, Zi Lan, take him to receive her rewards."

After saying that, Feng Xiwu turned and entered the room. She wanted to calm down a little, as she was now Prince Jing's Wife.

He must first focus on the Prince Jing's Mansion at every place, and must not lose control of himself.

Although Feng Xiwu was the daughter of a general, she had been educated since childhood and possessed both civil and military skills. Adding on her naughty and mischievous personality, she was also a person who loved to play.

The thought of wearing too traditional a costume for the coming autumn made her feel stifled.

At home, because Feng Chaoying was a martial general and his zither, chess, calligraphy and paintings were taught by the nanny, Feng Chaoying only taught her martial skills, but clothes and the like.

It was entirely because she had never been controlled by anyone, as she liked to come and go.

"Where is the prince?"

After blowing for a long time in the pavilion, Feng Xiwu asked the pearl behind her. She felt that they needed to have a good talk.

When Feng Xiwu brought the pearl agate to the study room, she saw that the door was closed and Zhu Qi was holding a sword as he waited outside.

"Greetings, consort."

Without waiting for Feng Xiwu to speak, Zhu Qi bowed to her respectfully. However, there was a strange look in his eyes as he looked at her.

Before she came, Feng Xiwu had specially changed into the blue skirt, and even made herself look like she was wearing in front of the mirror.

The room was very quiet. Feng Xiwu stepped forward, but was stopped by Zhu Qi with a raise of his hand. "Esteemed wangfei, the Duke said that you are only allowed to enter."

Feng Xiwu thought it was strange, but he let them wait outside the house while she carried them inside.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

In the room, only Qu Jingxi was reading with his head down on the table.

When he originally saw Feng Xiwu arriving, he was prepared to put down the things in his hands to welcome her, but he saw that she was wearing a blue cotton dress and her face was smeared with rouge.

It was obviously an outfit that made the man happy, but Qu Jingxi felt that it was unsightly no matter how he looked at it.

Her shoulders were only covered by a thin layer of gauze, the exposed areas on her chest were faintly discernible as she walked. Although there were white butterflies embroidered on her arms, the holes at the ends of her arms were completely exposed under Prince Jing's gaze.

Had she just walked from the Creek Pavilion to the study in this sort of outfit?

Feng Xiwu knelt down and waited for a while, but since he did not answer, she stood up.

She didn't seem to have offended him today, right?

After carefully pondering for a while, Feng Xiwu did not know what she did wrong. The man on the desk still did not take his eyes off the book.

Feng Xiwu, who did not receive a response, did not know what to do either.

"If Your Highness is busy with political matters, then I will come again later to disturb you." As he spoke, he turned to leave.

Just as she turned around, she felt a warmth on her shoulder. A piece of clothing that was slightly warm covered her body. A strong arm hugged her waist, followed by a warm chest pressing against her.

After a few turns, before Feng Xiwu could react, her lips had already touched a bit of warmth.

The man's slightly higher body temperature tightly wrapped around her entire body. His somewhat domineering manner made her nibble on his thin and tender lips.

Feng Xiwu sat on his lap, half lying in her arms. The back of her head was protected by his large palm, and she was leaning on the chair's handle.

Feng Xiwu's tiny body was enveloped in his embrace, it was extremely difficult for her to resist, her lips were easily pried open while she was hesitating, a kind of shameful and annoyed feeling instantly assaulted her entire body.