usatvline Chapter 57 My younger brother is in very good health.
Chapter 57 My younger brother is in very good health.
"Princess, don't overthink it. Have you forgotten that the Zhen Clan is the best at countering witchcraft?" Xuan Gu Shan gently tapped her head.
Zhongli Yueluo nodded, but Zhongli Yu was not someone to be trifled with. She looked at him and said, "Be careful."
"I know, Princess, go and appease those two young lords." With that, she opened her fan and waved it twice.
Then I saw two people, one in black and one in white, standing in front of me. One was leaning against a pillar with his hands hanging down, while the other had his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Yan Ruoyu squinted her phoenix eyes, walked up to Su Fengling, and stared at him with a smile without saying a word.
"Why are you up so early, Prince Consort Yan? I heard you're not very capable?"
After saying that, she simply walked past him.
She even bumped him with her shoulder before walking over to Zhongli Yueluo's side.
She grabbed Zhongli Yueluo's sleeves with both hands and shook them back and forth, her eyes pleading.
"Sister, why did you leave last night? You're still angry with me, aren't you?"
Her voice was full of grievance, and her sweet, childlike manner didn't seem fake at all.
Zhongli Yueluo couldn't keep a cold face, but she pulled her hand back and tugged at her sleeve: "Angry? Of course I'm angry!"
Su Fengling's heart clenched, but he took advantage of the situation and even grabbed her arm.
"I knew my sister wouldn't be angry with me."
She bit her lip, looked at Su Fengjun, and pleaded with her eyes.
He looked down at her with his phoenix eyes lowered, his gaze occasionally falling on Yan Ruoyu's face, but he didn't look at her at all.
"Young Master Yan, may I speak to you in private?" He raised his eyes, his gaze icy as he looked at him.
Yan Ruoyu turned around and glanced at Zhongli Yueluo and Su Fengling.
A flicker of displeasure crossed his eyes, then he gently waved his Xuan Bone Fan: "Alright."
Su Fengjun and Yan Ruoyu walked ahead, while Su Fengling put his arm around Zhongli Yueluo.
She tried to step forward, but he stepped aside to block her, saying, "Sister, don't interrupt their conversation."
Last night, he received a reply from Lingdie, and Su Fengjun also went to the Ghost Clan Inn to receive the news.
Sure enough, in addition to the Zhen Clan's provocations on the border, the traitor Chou Yuan seemed to be stirring up trouble behind the scenes, and there seemed to be an additional force involved.
All of this seems to have happened in the last few months, or perhaps they could only see the visible enemy before.
Seeing his seriousness, Zhongli Yueluo leaned back and sat down on a chair in the corridor.
He probably has something to say to her too.
Her eyes were clear and untainted by any ulterior motives. Su Fengling held her tightly without letting go, and instead nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck.
She held his head in her hands, her voice angry: "Speak, I know you have something to say."
"Oh dear, sister, don't be so cold to me. I know I was wrong."
He said he would use his head to lower his hand to open her up.
She tried to outdo him, but in the end, she couldn't win and let him rest his head on her neck.
He buried his face in her hair, his voice muffled: "Sister, we don't know these things very clearly, how did you know, hmm?"
The voice rang right next to her ear, and waves of hot breath brushed against the tips of her ears, making them itch.
She rubbed her ear: "So you guys confirmed what I said?"
"Partly, but not entirely. Sister, you're amazing! Have you really never left West Demon Mountain since you were a child?"
Unable to see his expression, Zhongli Yueluo's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Su Fengling suspected her?
Her limbs began to stiffen, and her tone became somewhat unnatural: "Huh? No, I haven't gone out."
"Impossible!" He grabbed her shoulders, staring directly into her eyes as if trying to see right through her.
"Then why do I feel like my sister stole my heart many years ago?"
Zhongli Yueluo originally thought he would say something earth-shattering.
It was unexpected that he would say this. Strangely, I didn't feel anything unusual in my heart. He wasn't lying.
Or is it that he actually controls this mental deception technique?
Her cheeks puffed out, and she tried to push him away to hide her guilty conscience.
He gripped her arm tightly, his eyes revealing a hint of possessiveness and danger.
"Sister, just how big is your heart? Can it hold all of us?"
Whenever Zhongli Yueluo was stared at like that, she dared not look into his eyes or hands.
She pushed him aside and whispered, "You are all my consorts, I cannot show favoritism."
He raised his head, his eyes fixed on her, and reached out to grab Zhongli Yueluo's fidgeting hand, placing it on his chest.
"But I wish my sister liked me more."
She could feel his heart beating very fast in her hand.
You could also feel the heat emanating from his chest through that layer of clothing.
She turned her head, genuinely not understanding the young man before her.
He sometimes wants to kill her, and other times he's consumed by jealousy. What is his true feeling towards her?
At this moment, she noticed that the servants in the corridor did not seem to have left, but were instead whispering among themselves.
Although they spoke very softly, you could still hear a few words occasionally.
"Which consort do you think the Second Princess favors more?"
"Last night I heard that the princess stayed overnight at Prince Consort Yan's Ruoyu Courtyard, but before dawn, it seemed that the princess was about to leave. I heard that Prince Consort Yan was not good enough."
"That's true. The princess has only just come of age, while Prince Consort Yan seems to be over three thousand years old, right? Perhaps his stamina can't keep up?"
A silver-clad guard passed by, and sure enough, everyone's thoughts were pretty much the same as his.
At this point, one can't help but wonder if their young master is really incompetent?
Su Fengling's smile deepened, and his lips lightly touched Zhongli Yueluo's cheek.
"Sister, what they're saying isn't true, is it? It's okay, your little brother is perfectly healthy."
As he spoke, he held her hand and slowly placed it on his waist.
His eyes revealed love and possessiveness; he truly never considered the occasion.
She quickly pulled her hand back, stood up abruptly from the chair, and straightened her clothes.
He coughed lightly twice, then turned to the gossiping servants with a serious expression and said, "Don't spread such rumors!"
The servants, who had been whispering, fell silent, though they could still think what they wanted to say in their hearts, since she couldn't hear them anyway.
Her vehement opposition seemed to confirm the rumors.
She flicked her sleeves, her face flushed and burning.
Su Fengling moved closer to her, bending down to look her in the eye.
"Sister, if you say that, then I really have to doubt whether Prince Consort Yan is truly incapable."
She looked at him; his eyes were full of triumphant smiles. Perhaps some of the rumors were spread by him.
She didn't say anything, just kept walking forward, wondering what Su Fengjun and Yan Ruoyu would say, and whether they would fight.
"Hey, sister, wait for me! Your little brother is perfectly healthy. How about you come to my place tonight?"
The sound was loud, as if it was intentionally meant for everyone around to hear, and Zhongli Yueluo gritted her teeth in embarrassment.
She stopped, turned around, walked to Su Fengling's side, stood on tiptoe, and covered his mouth with her hand: "Shut up!"