"Feng Twelve," Chunyu Yan stared at her, his face flushed red with drink, bearing a kind of indescribable earnestness, as if he wouldn’t turn back until he hit the wall, "I’ve compared, I’ve had many people compared to..."
"What?" Feng Yun didn’t understand.
"I am not small," Chunyu Yan looked at her seriously, and seeing Feng Yun’s eye twitch, he added, "I am bigger than all of them."
"..."
Feng Yun’s mood beca a bit complicated.
She wanted to laugh, but it was not the right ti.
"I don’t believe it. Princely Heir, stop teasing . If you should take dicine, then take it; if you should be treated, then be treated. I won’t be fooled," she said.
Chunyu Yan sighed, "Is it that I am not as good as Pei Wangzhi? Does that bother you a lot?"
Feng Yun found it a bit funny.
Is a man’s desire to win really this strong?
She glanced at him but said nothing.
Chunyu Yan squinted slightly, struggling for a mont.
"Let go of , I have sothing to show you."
How could Feng Yun let him go at this mont?
She asked, "Show what?"
Chunyu Yan seed to understand her concerns and even realized her misunderstanding, "It’s not that kind of thing I want to show you..." Then he suddenly turned his head back to look at the wooden cabinet.
"It was given by Lady Tu, go get it."
Feng Yun pondered for a mont, then walked over and opened the cabinet.
She was stunned.
She hadn’t expected that inside there would be several fireworks.
The Tu Family Fort’s manufacturing capabilities were very strong; many items could be made within the Wubao, completely independent from the outside towns, self-sustaining.
Moreover, the fireworks from the Tu Family Fort were better than those sold at the market, flying higher, with more beautiful colors and a variety of patterns.
Feng Yun turned her head doubtfully.
"Why would Lady Tu give you these?"
Chunyu Yan curled his lips into a shallow smile, bewitching beyond asure.
That expression could make one’s bones tingle.
"As I said, Lady Tu is happy to see things go well; she can’t wait for us to beco an item..."
Feng Yun gave him a languid look, "Stop being frivolous."
Chunyu Yan watched her seriously inspect the fireworks, completely unmoved by his charm and smile, and let out another low sigh.
In this world, only Feng Twelve could ignore him like this, right? And only she would say such things.
"I don’t need you to like ," he said.
Feng Yun placed the fireworks on the stone platform and bent down to examine the craftsmanship.
"And I don’t like you that much," he added.
Feng Yun still did not lift her head, selecting one of the fireworks before reaching for the flint on Chunyu Yan’s body.
"Where is it?"
Chunyu Yan looked peculiarly at this madcap woman, his body twisting, "What are you doing?"
Feng Yun looked at him seriously, "I’ll light the fireworks and toss it down your crotch... You might get scared straight? Fight poison with poison!"
Chunyu Yan’s face turned ashen, "You wouldn’t dare!"
Feng Yun found the flint and blew on it with a smile brimming with mirth.
"What wouldn’t I dare? Crown Prince Chunyu has known long enough. Since the Princely Heir is in the mood, I might as well join the fun. Business partnerships, after all, are about honesty..."
Seeing that she wasn’t joking, Chunyu Yan began to back away, finally becoming anxious.
Indeed, being tied up by a madwoman, nothing good could co of it...
She really could do anything.
"Don’t ss around," Chunyu Yan warned her, "It could explode."
Feng Yun shook her head, pondering seriously for a mont, "These fireworks, I’ve seen them at New Year’s, they’re quite beautiful, even children can play with them in their hands... The most it would do is cause a small injury, nothing serious. Doctor Yao’s dicine for wounds is also very effective."
"Feng Twelve!"
"Anyway, you said it yourself, you’re useless, let’s consider the dead horse as a live one. A scare, followed by so rest, when it gets better, maybe it will work."
"Feng Twelve, stop ssing around."
Seeing her excited eyes, Chunyu Yan finally confird that she wasn’t joking, and watched helplessly as Feng Yun lit the firework. Only then did he realize he should struggle, loosening the belt around him with a jerk, reaching out to grab her—
Bang!
Feng Yun tossed the firework away.
It was thrown into the air, not at Chunyu Yan.
Then, turning around with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Look how scared you are."
Chunyu Yan froze, only then realizing his back was covered in cold sweat.
Standing in the night wind, Feng Shi Er Niang looked like a witch casting spells; he clearly had a grip on her sleeve, yet it felt light and elusive, as if he couldn’t grasp anything firmly...
This girl, she didn’t belong to him.
So close within reach, yet so far away, as if on the horizon.
Chunyu Yan couldn’t tell if it was frustration or sothing else, as he watched her montarily before taking a deep breath.
"You scared to death. Crazy girl."
Feng Yun did not respond, instead using the firestarter to light another firework. This ti, under Chunyu Yan’s gaze and while he was completely free to move, she suddenly reached out, pulled open his waistband, and dropped it inside...
Bang!
Chunyu Yan jumped in fright.
And Feng Yun, having made her move, leapt down from the stone platform without looking back and walked away.
"This is the punishnt for the Princely Heir’s frivolity."
Chunyu Yan quickly pulled down his pants to find the firework already extinguished, then gritted his teeth and glared at her departing figure.
"Do you believe I could kill you?"
Feng Yun turned back with a smile.
"Wasn’t it the Princely Heir who asked to bully you? Have you forgotten so soon?"
Chunyu Yan was left speechless.
The girl grew further distant, not looking back again. He should have been angry, but oddly, his heart felt a strange softness, a complete ss, sticky and muddled, even giving rise to a strange joy...
She treated him this way precisely because he was different in her heart.
Feng Shi Er Niang wouldn’t just pick any man to tease like this...
Chunyu Yan felt as though his heart was being tugged; wherever she led, he could only follow.
This feeling was unsettling, and not being able to control his own emotions was uncomfortable, but he was caught in a vortex, unable to struggle...
Feng Yun disappeared into the mountainside.
Chunyu Yan could no longer see her figure.
Halfway up the mountain there was silence, with only the chilled wind.
"Born to be a seductress..."
He spoke, then looked down at the unspent firework and laughed bitterly, "Did I forget to ntion? Today is my birthday."
Xiang Zhong erged from who knows where, giving a bow.
"Princely Heir, it is late in the night..."
Chunyu Yan looked down to straighten his clothes, "Scram!"
Xiang Zhong wore a pained expression, waiting until the Princely Heir put on his mask before approaching. He glanced at the cold mask and suggested quietly:
"Then shall we... dispatch soone to kill Feng Ji? Flay her, make a drum out of her skin, cut her flesh? Render her fat..."
Chunyu Yan turned sharply, "Didn’t you hear ?"
Xiang Zhong replied promptly, "Yes."
He pondered with a pained face and then said:
"The mountain road is extrely steep and the stone path rugged and uneven, Princely Heir... I, I cannot roll down easily."
Chunyu Yan drew the Suiyu Sword and pointed it at Xiang Zhong’s honest face, and then suddenly laughed, returning the sword to its sheath.
"You damn fool, you do know how to flatter soone."
Xiang Zhong chuckled "hehe", again bowing and making obeisance, seeing the Princely Heir regaining composure, he then went to drape a cloak over him, with a tone as gentle and warm as one would use with their own child.
"Did Feng Ji bully the Princely Heir again?"
"Hmm..."
"This old servant has watched the Princely Heir celebrate twenty birthdays, and this year seems the happiest yet."
Chunyu Yan’s eyes grew stern as he looked at him coldly.
"Which of your eyes sees as happy?"
Xiang Zhong laughed genuinely, "The King can’t rember the Princely Heir’s birthday, and the Princess doesn’t dare to make arrangents for it. Every year on your birthday you look listless, always wanting to kill a couple of people for enjoynt... This year, everyone’s alive. It’s rather good, isn’t it."
Chunyu Yan snorted, "It’s not yet the hour of 11 PM - 1 AM, would killing you be good?"
Xiang Zhong smiled broadly.
"If the Princely Heir is happy, then this old servant is happy. You may kill !"
Chunyu Yan pursed his lips, giving him a cold glance, and flipped his robe sharply as he strode down.
In this world, no one rembered his birthday.
As the Crown Prince of Yunchuan, he had everything, and yet it seed he had nothing...
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