Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Feng Wu had given it some thought. Knowing that Jun Linyuan disliked a dull beauty the most, and since she couldn’t change her face, she would do something about her temperament and make sure that Jun Linyuan would dislike her so much that he couldn’t leave soon enough!
At that moment, Feng Yiran and Feng Liu had reached the front gate.
Seeing the group of people outside, Feng Yiran was so excited that he didn’t know where to put his hands.
After all, the Feng clan had declined to the point that it was no longer one of the nine major clans, whereas Jun Linyuan was the future ruler of their supreme empire!
“Your Royal Highness —”
Lifting the lower hem of his robe, Feng Yiran knelt down.
Feng Liu held her breath and lowered her gaze, looking as obedient as a lamb. She followed suit and knelt down after Feng Yiran.
Jun Linyuan’s haughty gaze brushed over the tops of their heads.
Heart pounding, Feng Liu couldn’t help but look up, trying to steal a glance of Jun Linyuan.
She saw his dark eyebrows and deep-set eyes, which had a sharpness to them that gave her the chills.
Her gaze moved to his prominent, elegant nose, emotionless lips, and his well-contoured face which reminded her of a marble sculpture.
He had a noble status, he was unbelievably powerful, and he looked so unattainable... that it only made him all the more attractive!
Feng Liu’s gaze then met Jun Linyuan’s.
Jun Linyuan frowned out of habit, while Feng Liu became ecstatic. She trembled all over!
D- did the crown prince look at her? Was he... attracted to her a little? The thought gave Feng Liu the shivers, as if a current had run down her spine, and she felt like she was eating honey. She could barely control the grin on her face.
The others had no idea of the story Feng Liu was concocting in her head.
Jun Linyuan gave Feng Yiran a nonchalant glance and a slight nod of his head.
He then marched in before Feng Yiran rose to his feet, acting as if the latter didn’t exist.
Feng Yiran only found Jun Linyuan’s indifference the most natural reaction. Straightening his robe, he hastily followed the crown prince in.
Jun Linyuan walked at the very front with a grim face. From his matter-of-fact manner, one almost thought that this was Jun Linyuan’s own palace instead of the Feng family manor.
Feng Yiran walked behind him. Since he didn’t dare speak to Jun Linyuan, he cupped his hands at Feng Xun and smiled obsequiously at the latter. “Young Lord Feng, it’s been a while since we last met in the imperial capital.”
To Jun Linyuan, Feng Xun acted like an attendant, but the latter was as condescending as a young noble lord should be when talking to Feng Yiran.
Darting a look at Feng Yiran, he replied with a casual “hm.”
Feng Yiran asked in an oily voice, “Young Lord, would you be so kind as to enlighten me on the purpose of His Royal Highness’s visit today?”
Feng Xun gave him a half-smile. “I think... the Feng clan might climb up the social ladder again.”
What? Feng Yiran was at a loss. Climb up the social ladder...
His eyes lit up all of a sudden!
The Feng clan used to be one of the nine major clans, albeit the most inferior one. However, it dropped out of that ranking when Feng Wu was crippled.
“Young Lord Feng, do you mean...” Feng Liu cried out in surprise, then covered her mouth.
Feng Xun smiled mysteriously. “As the saying goes: heaven’s secrets must not be divulged.”