I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 51 Afraid of being overheard

Su Fengling climbed down from the rooftop, saying sarcastically, "So, the princess still remembers to come to our courtyard!"

Zhongli Yueluo only glanced at Su Fengling before feeling a chill on her neck.

Subconsciously, he touched his neck with his fingers, took a step to the side, and pressed himself tightly against Su Fengjun.

This made Su Fengling a little jealous, but wasn't the two brothers' goal to win the princess's favor?

So that they could gain the military power she controlled and support them, whoever it was didn't matter.

"Feng Jun, would you be willing to come to your room tonight?" Zhongli Yueluo deliberately ignored Su Fengling.

Su Fengling's eyes were sinister, his fists were clenched tightly, and he had a smile on his face.

His voice was hoarse and sounded somewhat angry: "Then sister can go to brother's room."

Su Fengjun glanced at him, while Zhongli Yueluo walked ahead and entered Su Fengjun's room.

When Su Fengjun came in, she could still see through the crack in the door that Su Fengling's expression seemed rather unpleasant.

She also needed to let him know that she was the one in control here!

She asked Su Fengjun to close the door, and he looked cold.

It feels like an eternal glacier, unchanged all year round.

Nothing seemed to stir any emotion on his face.

She casually pulled out a stool, sat there without saying a word, and Su Fengjun sat quietly as well.

Su Fengling climbed onto their roof and listened to what was happening inside.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't know whether she was guessing or not, but she looked up at the roof.

"Feng Jun, it would be best to add a barrier to this house. I'm afraid someone might be eavesdropping."

With a flick of his finger, a rippled barrier appeared in the room, visible to the naked eye, before disappearing again.

She felt much more at ease now. Seeing him standing there in a daze, she patted the stool next to her and said, "Sit down."

He walked over and sat down next to her, his body still straight, with both hands on his thighs.

He glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

"Feng Jun, do you know what my brother did? Or do you actually want to kill me too? You're just doing it on his orders."

His eyes widened slowly, revealing a hint of confusion. What did he mean by saying that he also wanted to kill her, but was acting on his orders?

His younger brother has always acted eccentrically and erratically. What did he do to anger the princess?

She was here, and she was questioning him like this.

“Princess, I don’t understand.” He looked straight at her, without a trace of guilt.

Zhongli Yueluo was merely testing him to see if he was two-faced.

But based on his performance so far, he certainly isn't.

She breathed a slight sigh of relief, having gone from sitting upright to resting her face on her hand on the table.

With her other hand she touched her hair, her eyes fixed on his flowing, black hair.

The candlelight cast a faint glow, revealing that he was indeed quite handsome.

Seeing how serious and dull he was, she decided to tease him.

She just looked at him with a smile, her fingers constantly twirling her hair, letting it go, then pulling it back up, letting it go and pulling it back up again.

"Princess, what are you doing?"

He didn't quite understand. Although Zhongli Yueluo was in his room, he didn't want to do anything.

"Can't you tell by touching your hair? Can I touch yours?"

She reached out her hand towards him, but there was still some distance between them, and she couldn't reach him at all.

He frowned slightly and subconsciously uttered a "no".

Zhongli Yueluo's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, was at a loss, and a look of disappointment immediately appeared on her face.

He slowly withdrew his hand and sighed.

She muttered to herself, "Then I'll go touch my younger brother's, or even Prince Consort Ruoyu's, they'll definitely let me touch them."

Her crescent-shaped eyebrows were furrowed into a V-shape, and her little mouth was puffed out!

Su Fengjun noticed her crescent-shaped eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he gripped the hem of his robe with one hand.

It was as if she was having some kind of internal struggle with herself, and then she let out a soft sigh.

She stood up, took another step closer to Zhongli Yueluo, knelt down, lowered her head, and remained silent.

With his other hand, he held her soft, boneless little hand and placed it on his hair, gently rubbing it.

Zhongli Yuelu was just joking with him, and was only pretending to be angry to see his reaction.

She stroked his head twice, and it was indeed as smooth as silk.

She can insert her five fingers from behind her ear and stroke them backward without getting them tangled!

Her eyes were full of exploration and curiosity as she stared intently at his hair.

Then her gaze fell on the tip of his ear. She touched it lightly with her hand; it was hot and very red.

When Su Fengjun looked up, his perpetually icy face and cold eyes seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist.

Zhongli Yueluo subconsciously touched his earlobe again, and he immediately turned his face away.

He was clutching his clothes with his other hand. What was wrong with him?

He had actually been enjoying it a moment ago, but he immediately stood up, took a step back, and didn't even look at her.

Zhongli Yueluo stood up and looked up at him; his ears were covered by his hair.

It should be red and hot, but the complexion remained unchanged.

She was rather curious; what kind of momentous event could have caused such a change in his expression?

She took a step closer to him, and he took a small step back, deliberately maintaining a relatively safe distance.

Zhongli Yueluo revealed another sweet, harmless smile with her dimples, and beckoned to him: "Come, sit down."

Although they were sitting, one was sitting at one end of the round table and the other at the other.

He kept an arm's length between them, afraid that she might lay a hand on him.

She found it somewhat amusing, propping her face up with her hands and narrowing her almond-shaped eyes: "Feng Jun, have you ever wanted to kill me even for a moment?"

"Have."

"Then why didn't you take action?"

“You are just a little princess. The Wind Spirit Ghost Clan would never stoop to such despicable acts.”

"Oh, I thought you'd fallen for me in an instant." (Sweet smile)

"But don't worry, I will never hurt you. Besides, killing me is as easy as crushing an ant for you and Su Fengling."

"Princess, is this all you came tonight to say?" He looked puzzled, wanting to hear more from her.

She stood up and leaned forward, her round, white bead half-hidden, yet he still managed to catch a glimpse of it.

She tried hard to reach him, but even after she forcefully hooked her fingers forward twice, she couldn't catch him.

He had no choice but to lean forward slightly, and her hand poked his chest.

"I want to tell you that you should have the Southern Demon Lord keep an eye on the Ghost Clan's internal affairs in the next two days, as there is a high possibility that something big might happen."

He was taken aback, not expecting the topic to change so quickly.

Moreover, the way she looked at herself was so serious; it didn't seem like she was joking at all.

What is the princess's basis for this claim?

"Just listen to me. Even if it can't be avoided, we can at least reduce some of the losses."

He lowered his eyes thoughtfully; he and his brother had indeed heard some rumors recently.

But how did the princess find out about such a highly confidential matter?