Song Jinglan looked up and said with a low smile, “I told you before that the road to succession is perilous— if I don’t kill them, they will kill me. Does the Princess want me to die?”
She shook her head.
Song Jinglan laughed before reaching out to pinch her soft earlobe.
Lin Feilu shook her body and turned her head to avoid it, but he had already supported her cheek with his fingers, slowly tracing the pad of his thumb under her eyelids. He leaned over to her ear and said softly, “Princess, don’t be afraid of me. Otherwise, I would be despondent.”
Lin Feilu stretched her body and responded with a soft ‘hmm’ from the tip of her nose.
He let go of his hand contentedly, looked back at the sky, and said with a smile, “It’s getting late, so go to sleep.”
Lin Feilu was slightly nervous, “What about you?”
“I should leave as well,” he said.
Their meeting was short, but who knew how much time it took from his already minimal free time.
Lin Feilu suddenly had a sad look in her eyes as the reluctance made her a little flustered. She didn’t like experiencing this sort of uncontrollable emotion, so she hurriedly took two steps back and waved to him, “Bon voyage!”
The look in Song Jinglan’s eyes flickered several times before he finally smiled and nodded, “Okay. Princess, you should take care of yourself as well.”
He turned around and took two steps forward before turning back again.
Lin Feilu was still eagerly looking at his receding silhouette, but when she saw him turning back, she immediately closed the window with a snap.
Outside the window, Song Jinglan laughed silently.
Who knew how long it took before the closed window slowly opened again in the night. Besides the night breeze and the lingering fragrance of flowers, there wasn’t a trace of his existence. Lin Feilu felt her heart surge with regret before completely closing the window, climbing back to bed, and going to sleep.
It wasn’t until her breathing gradually calmed down after lying on the bed that the figure hidden behind the wall and branches finally left.
…
The next day, the General’s Residence and the Sixteen Guards began to search for the assassin who attempted the murder in the wine shop last night. Naturally, they weren’t able to find anything.
Fortunately, Xi Xingjiang only suffered external injuries, and he recovered after some time. There was no lead on the assassin, so he would continue to handle military affairs. As time went by, this matter could only be shelved and left to be dealt on a later date.
Lin Feilu was in a gloomy mood for a while before she quickly adjusted her mentality. Then, she began to enjoy her solitary life outside the palace happily. After the beginning of summer, one of the most concerning events in the capital was the marriage between His Highness King Jing, the Fourth Imperial Prince, and Mu Tingyun, the daughter of the Left Imperial Clerk.
Lin Jingyuan worked hard for a long time and tried all sorts of methods, but in the end, he still couldn’t get them to cancel the marriage.
The day before his marriage, he was drinking in Lin Feilu’s residence whilst weeping, “After we get married, I will have a hundred concubines to piss her off!”
Lin Feilu, “…”
She tapped him with a fan, and Lin Jingyuan, who was drunk, could no longer retain his consciousness.
The next day, Lin Jingyuan, who was hungover and had a splitting headache, wore the bridegroom’s wedding attire and got married with a blank face. During the formal bowing ceremony, Lin Feilu watched from the side. The bride was petite, and her height only reached his chest when she stood beside Lin Jingyuan.
Lin Feilu also had many matters to handle during this time, so she couldn’t find a chance to take a peek at what her Fourth sister-in-law looked like. Even so, according to her demeanor, she did not seem like the tigress that Lin Jingyuan mentioned before.
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