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Upon entering the inner courtyard, the refreshing scent of the greenery invigorated Yun Zhi Yue's spirits. She had thought that the mention of plants was merely an excuse, but the garden filled with vibrant flowers and lush foliage truly lifted her mood. She glanced around, completely forgetting about Feng Yu.
Feng Yu observed her with a glimmer in his eyes; he could see how much she enjoyed this place, just like in his dreams. Following his desires, he drew closer behind her, playfully gripping the nape of her neck, his thumb brushing against her pulsing artery, feeling the rhythm of her life.
Yun Zhi Yue's joyful smile froze, her mind consumed by two words: Yue Qi. From the day she was born into this body, he had taken pleasure in holding her like this. While he claimed to cherish her vitality, it was more about relishing the control he exerted over her life.
Feng Yu had previously mentioned dreaming of someone telling him stories about little grasses and flowers. At that moment, he seemed to awaken fragments of memories, leaving her somewhat bewildered.
"Crown Prince!" The warning in her voice did not deter Feng Yu; instead, he pulled her into his embrace from behind.
Yun Zhi Yue felt a strange familiarity and delight with the title "His Highness," as if she were meant to belong to him. This revelation exposed that Feng Yu did not possess complete memories.
Her gaze darkened with anger as she exclaimed, "Impudent!" She instinctively tried to slap him but found her wrist caught firmly in his grip.
Feng Yu teased, "Allow me to remind you that we are in Qin Wang Fu."
Yun Zhi Yue looked around; all the maids and attendants had vanished, including Cui Ling whom she had brought along.
"Feng Yu," she said sharply, "you are Qin Wang Shizi; you can have any woman you desire. Don't waste your efforts on me. I hope our relationship remains strictly professional."
Seeing that a hard approach would lead to trouble, she decided to soften her stance. It was no wonder she could charm the Emperor so easily.
Faced with his blatant mockery, Yun Zhi Yue held back her frustration until she couldn't anymore and retorted, "Mind your own business."
Feng Yu was taken aback for a moment; he hadn't expected such coarse language from her. Once he regained his composure, he burst into laughter, yet he still didn't release her wrist.
In every lifetime, this man wore a different facade—was it certain that she liked flowers that looked like him? Like the evergreen pines, Qing Jun's smile was too dazzling for her; did he always see her as a joke?
With a swift motion, she kicked him where it hurt and broke free from his grasp. In high spirits, she continued wandering through the garden, ignoring the pained figure hunched over behind her who could barely speak.
She tossed coins and kicked!
After strolling around the garden, Yun Zhi Yue settled comfortably in the pavilion with a cup of tea. It must have been over half an hour before Feng Yu reappeared before her.
Sitting across from her, his posture seemed somewhat stiff. Gone was the earlier disrespect; he got straight to the point. "His Highness is aware of the close relationship between you and the Empress, but with the power struggles in court, standing against His Highness and the Chancellor, you must make a choice."
Yun Zhi Yue paused her hand mid-sip, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "You don't truly wish to return to your fief, do you? Perhaps you're worried that once the heir is born, His Majesty will look upon you with even more disdain. That's why you're suggesting leaving—to lessen the negative perception."
"But you can't actually do that. Instead, you'll need to concoct some unavoidable circumstances, like being injured in an assassination attempt requiring recuperation."
Such self-inflicted wounds shouldn't go unpunished; they could be cleverly used to frame your enemies and eliminate rivals. Ah, the Crown Prince's schemes never fail to disappoint.
Feng Yu's eyes darkened with genuine repression. "It's just a single conversation, yet you've deduced so much. How well you understand His Highness; we share an unusual bond."
Yun Zhi Yue retorted sharply, "Don't bring up irrelevant matters. If you want to set up Luo Bai, you'll need concrete evidence from the day of the assassination."
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