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Suddenly, Liu Ruoruo felt a tightness around her waist as she was pulled backward, her head resting against Feng Lan's chest.
In the next moment, Feng Lan's handsome face loomed closer, his eyes shimmering with an alluring light that left Liu Ruoruo momentarily dazed.
She instinctively swallowed hard, her heart racing uncontrollably.
Feng Lan carried Liu Ruoruo down the mountain. Once they reached a secluded spot, the feigning unconscious Liu Ruoruo nimbly jumped out of Feng Lan's arms and stood on the ground, anxiously glancing around the mountain.
"Are you sure Feng Chen will fall for it?" Liu Ruoruo couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with unease.
"Absolutely," Feng Lan replied confidently, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
Liu Ruoruo paced back and forth anxiously. Compared to Feng Lan's unwavering confidence, she felt a growing sense of dread within her.
The two-month deadline was fast approaching; if she couldn't deal with Feng Chen, she would truly be facing the Eighteen Layers of Hell!
"Your Highness, I can't shake the feeling that you're hiding many things from me," Feng Lan said in a low, magnetic voice. It was a statement laced with an underlying threat.
"Not at all," Liu Ruoruo replied awkwardly, forcing a smile. Just as she was about to push him away, her peripheral vision caught sight of a white figure stumbling down the mountain—it was Feng Chen.
Feng Lan's brow twitched slightly. He gently pulled Liu Ruoruo back into his embrace, and she obediently closed her eyes, continuing to play along.
"Brother! Brother!" Feng Chen panted as he ran down, completely losing the calm demeanor he had moments ago. His gaze fixed on Liu Ruoruo in Feng Lan's arms, panic and urgency etched across his face.
Feng Lan shot a cold glance at Feng Chen and deliberately said, "Aren't you the one who dislikes her? Didn't you say you didn't want her? Weren't you planning to become a monk? Why are you chasing after her?"
As Feng Lan pretended to walk away with Liu Ruoruo in his arms, he was taken aback by Feng Chen suddenly kneeling before him.
"Brother, I was wrong. I can't let her go; I just can't." Feng Chen lowered his head, his handsome face filled with regret and panic.
He was afraid of losing her, the love suppressed in his chest causing his body to tremble slightly.
Feng Lan frowned, calculating how to seize the moment and get him to say something more.
Unexpectedly, the woman in his arms broke free from his embrace and lunged at Feng Chen like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey. The scene was vividly reminiscent of a lecherous wolf overpowering an innocent little rabbit.
"Feng Chen, are you really willing to forgive me and be with me?" Liu Ruoruo's watery eyes locked onto Feng Chen, her fingers gripping his sleeve tightly as if afraid he would escape again.
"You..." Feng Chen's confused gaze slowly drifted from Liu Ruoruo to Feng Lan. He instantly realized he had been played! Just as he was about to shake off Liu Ruoruo and turn to leave, he heard Feng Lan's cold voice beside him: "Think carefully; once you turn away, you will have nothing to do with them." Without waiting for Feng Chen's response, Feng Lan firmly pulled Liu Ruoruo away.
Liu Ruoruo turned her head back and saw Feng Chen standing still. In a panic, she shouted, "Don't do this! Feng Chen, please forgive me! I really like you! More than anything else!" Her last words were cut short as she struggled against Feng Lan and accidentally tilted her body, smashing her forehead directly onto the ground.
"Your Highness!"
" Murong Xue!"
Amidst the exclamations, Liu Ruoruo saw the two brothers rushing toward her in a panic. It seemed they truly cared for her—how delightful...
In a corner of the royal residence.
"Hey, why does the prince's mother always say that father Chen is so tsundere and father Lan is so black-bellied? What do tsundere and black-bellied mean?"
A little girl with twin ponytails asked the boy next to her, her big eyes full of confusion.
"Who knows? Mommy the Prince always has so many strange words. Last time she said she wanted to make a 'Flying Chicken' that could take people up to the sky. How could a hen possibly fly? Don't you think so?" The little boy pouted, answering with disdain.
The two mischievous children whispered in the courtyard.
Suddenly, an angry roar came from the room: "Yue Yue, Mu Mu, who broke my antique vase?!"
Liu Ruoruo held the priceless vase, now shattered into several pieces, her heart bleeding at the sight of the scattered fragments. Those two little troublemakers had never let her have a moment of peace since they were born.
"Run! Mommy the Prince is coming!"
"Let's go find Grandpa Lan and Grandpa Chen!"
"Where to run!"
The farcical scenes that frequently unfolded in the Wangfu courtyard played out once more, with the servants covering their faces and stifling their laughter.
"Fate comes and goes, yet love runs deep."
In the midst of Zi Wu, a figure slowly emerged. The Purple-Eyed Man's handsome face radiated a mysterious glow, a hint of mischief flickering in his eyes.
He gazed at the spot where the children had vanished and murmured, "I, this Apprentice Matchmaker, have finally been promoted. Liu Ruoruo, you can live happily without worry now; the Jade Emperor said you've had seven lifetimes of bad luck, but from now on, you won't have any more."
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