Zhi’er hesitated, her face flushed.
Her muffled voice ca out, "Ah? Here...?"
Feng Fuce chuckled lightly, "Then what do you suggest? They’re all watching."
Zhi’er had no choice but to cooperate by hugging his waist.
The girl looked up, her brows and eyes elegant and charming, exuding a freshness and allure like a lotus after the rain.
This is the unique charm and elegance of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old.
Zhi’er’s starry black eyes gazed at Feng Fuce, "Then a hug."
Her wholeheartedness montarily left Feng Fuce, who was looking down at her, in a daze.
A surge of emotion burst forth from deep within him.
His throat moved up and down several tis.
Looking at Zhi’er’s round, bright eyes, he found himself deeply entranced.
Seeing no response from him, Zhi’er blinked, "Brother Ce?"
Feng Fuce imdiately embraced her.
The two hugged tightly, appearing to others like a pair of affectionate lovers.
Feng Fuce slightly lowered his head, his cool voice seemingly mixed with different emotions.
His voice was magnetically hoarse, "Sorry, I zoned out."
Zhi’er blinked her sparkling big eyes and smiled sweetly.
"It’s okay, but hold gently, you’re hugging too tightly, I can hardly breathe!" she grumbled softly, her complaint sounding just like a playful pout.
At this mont, Wei Mingyang, surrounded by friends not far away, saw the scene.
He raised his glass and drank heartily, a knowing laugh on his face.
No wonder she ran so fast, turns out this little girl was eager to see her sweetheart.
Wei Mingyang’s personal servant hurried over and was stunned to see him still drinking here.
"Princely Heir, you didn’t go to et Princess Dewan?"
Wei Mingyang’s expression was indifferent as he put down the glass.
He only said, "When I went, there was no one at the door."
"She said she didn’t need to et her, why should I go anyway?"
The servant wanted to say more, but Wei Mingyang directly interrupted him, "Today is the birthday of this Princely Heir, say less unpleasant things."
Thus, the servant could only keep quiet.
anwhile, Yuan Ruxin arrived at Prince Li Zheng Mansion and went directly to the pavilion behind the garden.
Surrounded by greenery, that place was serene and tranquil.
Sixteen servants from Yan Country followed Yuan Ruxin, yet she didn’t even glance at them.
Seated inside the pavilion, Yuan Ruxin instructed, "I want to drink snow tea, it must be brewed with the latest tea this year, otherwise I won’t drink it."
"Also, I won’t go to the front courtyard later. If your Princely Heir wants to speak with , let him co here himself."
The servants looked at each other, perplexed.
They heard that this Commandery Princess from Yan Country had a fiery personality, never expecting her to be so commanding.
Not yet officially married, she was already throwing her weight around like a Young Madam!
They dared not say anything, only obediently agreeing.
Watching the servants retreat in twos and threes, Yuan Ruxin proudly withdrew her gaze.
"Commandery Princess, what are you doing!" The maid fretted, gently advising from the side, "Since you’re here, at least take the initiative to et the Princely Heir."
Yuan Ruxin widened her eyes, "My attendance is already giving him face, not holding grudges over our past disputes."
"And you expect to take the initiative to talk to him? Dream on! Deliver the gifts we brought to the housekeeper, once the banquet begins, we’ll pay our respects to the Princess Consort and then leave."
The maid was helpless.
At this point, a woman seed to have followed Princess Dewan’s voice to find the pavilion.
"Are you Princess Dewan?" Song Qingying parted the flowers in front of her and looked toward the young woman in the pavilion.
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