The prince longs for me every night after mastering thought-reading
Chapter 913 - 615: Alluring Beauty, Inseparable_2

Chapter 913: Chapter 615: Alluring Beauty, Inseparable_2

Jun Moqing added, "However, Xiaojiu is like me, not fond of competing."

Feng Qingyan: "..." Nobody could outdo his conceit.

It was at this moment that the horse carriage suddenly came to a halt.

Feng Qingyan lifted the curtain and saw the familiar inn, then retracted her gaze to Jun Moqing, "I have arrived."

Jun Moqing: "Hmm."

Feng Qingyan continued, "Then, I’ll be getting down now."

Jun Moqing’s voice was still indifferent: "Hmm."

Only then did Feng Qingyan stand up, push open the horse carriage door, and step out, instantly feeling the abundance of fresh air outside, unlike inside the carriage where the air always seemed thin.

After taking a deep breath, she nimbly jumped off the carriage.

Just as she was about to enter, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Jun Moqing stepping out from the carriage with ease that surpassed breathing itself, his clothes fluttering with an immortal aura.

In her mind, she automatically envisioned his graceful figure practicing lightfoot, surely as effortless and otherworldly as he appeared now.

However, during her brief daydream, Jun Moqing had already approached her, "Let’s go in."

Feng Qingyan snapped back to reality, nodded her head, "Okay."

There were many patrons in the inn at that moment, and as soon as the two walked in, they attracted numerous gazes, full of astonishment and admiration. In any case, all eyes were drawn to them.

By the time Feng Qingyan went upstairs, she belatedly realized that Jun Moqing had followed. She slowed her pace and glanced at him, wondering if he intended to follow her into the guest room.

When they reached the door of the guest room, Qingrong came running over.

"Master," Qingrong sighed with relief upon seeing Feng Qingyan unharmed. Noticing the man behind her mistress, the one she had seen in the tea shop that afternoon, a trace of confusion flickered through her eyes.

Feng Qingyan said, "I’m fine."

She turned to Jun Moqing, stating the obvious, "I have already arrived."

Jun Moqing: "Hmm."

Feng Qingyan: "..."

She reached out to open the door and, just as she was about to close it, saw Jun Moqing standing at the threshold, his cold eyes fixed on her.

Pausing mid-motion, she said, "You should go back."

Jun Moqing: "Hmm."

Feng Qingyan hesitated, then closed the door, cutting off that gaze. Such lingering regret was like being in a romance...

After a good while, there was a knock on the door.

Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment, then went to open it, expecting Jun Moqing, but instead, she saw Qingrong.

As soon as the door opened, Qingrong anxiously asked, "Master, what exactly is the matter with that gentleman? He didn’t coerce you, did he?"

Qingrong had knocked on the door after seeing Jun Moqing leave.

"It’s nothing much, just a misunderstanding where he thought I was his wife, so I followed him home to explain," Feng Qingyan spoke nonchalantly.

Knowing her mistress was alright, Qingrong couldn’t help but suggest, "However, Master, that gentleman is indeed very handsome; I have never seen such a handsome man before. Perhaps you should take him for yourself."

"That’s easy to say, but what if I did and his real wife showed up? I have no intention of sharing a husband with someone else."

Realizing what she meant, Qingrong immediately responded, "So if that gentleman doesn’t have a wife, does that mean you plan to take him?"

Feng Qingyan blinked her pretty eyes twice, thinking he was so handsome, and he delivered himself to her doorstep, not to take him would be foolish~

Inside Yangxin Hall

After a severe illness, the Emperor’s health was greatly diminished, and he had been recuperating these past days.

When Xiao Jinyan came with Taotao and Susu, the Emperor and Empress had just finished their evening meal and were enjoying some tea.

"Imperial Grandfather, Imperial Grandmother,"

Taotao and Susu called out in unison, rushing into the arms of the Emperor and Empress.

Susu, with her tender little face lifted, gazed unwaveringly at the Emperor, "Father said that Imperial Grandfather was sick and not feeling well, is that right?"

The Emperor replied with a smile, "Yes, Imperial Grandfather has been sick and hasn’t played with Susu. Are you mad at Imperial Grandfather?"

Susu shook her head, "Momma said when Imperial Grandfather is sick, he wants to sleep and feels very uncomfortable. Susu isn’t angry, I just want Imperial Grandfather to get well soon."

Susu said this and opened her bag, taking out her privately stashed snacks and then stuffed them all into the Emperor’s palm.

"Imperial Grandfather, whenever Susu feels unwell, she eats something full-filling, and after eating, she gets better quickly."

The Emperor looked at the pastries and candies in his hand, all of which were Susu’s favorites. Now they were all given to him. The saying that granddaughters are like warming vests couldn’t be more true.

"Thank you, Susu. Imperial Grandfather will recover very quickly."

Taotao also tugged on the Emperor’s hand, saying, "Imperial Grandfather, my maternal grandfather will teach me martial arts tomorrow."