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Jiang Xi paused for a moment, slightly surprised, then pressed on, "Wait, how did you know?"
Han Shuang, remembering the prince's instructions that Jiang Xi was to be the future princess, did not hide anything and replied directly, "The news among the Shadow Guards in the royal residence is well-connected."
Jiang Xi's expression became subtle as she pondered internally. Even with such connections, it wouldn't be likely for them to specifically inform Han Shuang about Fong Yang's whereabouts, would it?
Wasn't revealing her master's movements a serious offense?
However, what Jiang Xi and Han Shuang did not know was that Fong Yang had intentionally allowed the Shadow Guards to relay his whereabouts.
Jiang Xi stood up and walked outside, looking at the bewildered Han Yue. "Did you not say Fong Yang was at the military camp during the day?"
Han Yue wore an innocent expression and helplessly spread her hands. "No one expected the prince to be so well-informed. He actually returned early to wait for you."
The thought of Fong Yang's concern warmed Jiang Xi's heart. Never mind, let's go; we should head to the royal residence now.
Han Yue hurriedly advised, "Why don’t you rest a bit before going? Otherwise, the prince will surely feel guilty and might even punish me."
Jiang Xi remained silent for a moment before gently shaking her head. "You're overthinking it; he won't punish you."
As Jiang Xi sat in the carriage, she returned to the Regent's Palace, a place she once dreamed of escaping from but now felt like home.
At that moment, Fong Yang stood alone in the Pavilion of Flowers by the Water in the royal residence, silently gazing at the shimmering surface of the lake.
Dressed in white, he seemed to have shed the iron-blooded aura of the military camp, exuding a noble presence akin to a celestial crane or a saint descended from the clouds.
Yet at this moment, whether it was Jiang Xi's illusion or not, she perceived an inexplicable sense of loneliness emanating from his clean and elegant silhouette.
Just then, Fong Yang seemed to sense something and turned his head. His cold gaze met Jiang Xi's, and in that instant, time seemed to stand still as their eyes locked.
Jiang Xi was captivated by Fong Yang's exquisite and handsome appearance, secretly regretting that she had been blind in the past; Fong Yang was clearly far better than Huo Xingwen in every way.
Jiang Xi and Fong Yang gazed at each other as they stepped closer.
This time, it was a mutual approach. Jiang Xi was the first to speak, though her tone was gentle: "I heard you went to the military camp. Why are you back so soon?"
Fong Yang replied, "There wasn't much going on at the camp today."
Jiang Xi chose not to call out Fong Yang's somewhat silly act of deliberately returning to wait for her. It was rare to see Fong Yang without the aura of a soldier, dressed in white. Her gaze wandered over him curiously as she asked, "Why have I never seen you wear white before?"
Fong Yang paused slightly, then cleared his throat and explained, "I just took a bath."
Jiang Xi smiled, finding Fong Yang rather adorable; taking a bath had nothing to do with wearing white clothes.
Han Yue noticed that his lord had intentionally worn white for Lady Jiang's sake and decided to play matchmaker. He said, "Miss, if you haven't taken your afternoon nap yet, why don't we go to the prince's chamber for a short rest?"
At this suggestion, both Fong Yang and Jiang Xi fell silent.
Seeing that Jiang Xi didn't respond, Fong Yang assumed she was unwilling and said, "We can go to the side chamber to rest."
Jiang Xi keenly caught the fleeting hint of disappointment in Fong Yang's eyes and teased him deliberately: "I've been sleeping in the prince's chamber for a month now. Why is it that after just half a day away, you won't let me in? You’re not hiding a beauty in there, are you?"
Fong Yang pressed his lips together, his handsome face slightly taut as he replied firmly, "There is no beauty."
Yin Ye quickly raised his hand to defend his lord: "Lady Jiang, rest assured, no other woman has entered the prince's chamber. I would stake my head on it."
Jiang Xi linked her arm with Fong Yang's and playfully teased Yin Ye: "Yin Ye, if I really wanted your head, you'd have to move it right now. Has no maid ever entered your lord’s chamber?"
Yin Ye was taken aback. "Does that count?"
Jiang Xi's gaze fell on Fong Yang's face, a playful glint in her eyes. "You say there are no beauties; am I not a beauty?"
Yin Ye reflected on her earlier words, realizing she should have said that aside from Miss Jiang and the palace maids, no other women had entered the prince's chambers.
Just then, Jiang Xi boldly spoke up, leaving Yin Ye stunned. She thought to herself, "Lady Jiang must have taken leave of her senses."
Even the prince was taken aback, and Fong Yang's cheeks flushed as his gaze landed on Jiang Xi's exquisite face. He blurted out, "You are more beautiful than they are." Yin Ye's jaw dropped in astonishment; she couldn't believe the master was capable of such sweet talk. It felt like the sun had risen in the west.
Blushing and her heart racing, Jiang Xi fell silent. Who said Regent Fong Yang was indifferent and taciturn? Such flattering words came so naturally from him, without a hint of awkwardness.
Meeting Yin Ye's seemingly calm but increasingly curious gaze, Jiang Xi linked her arm with Fong Yang's and headed toward the chambers. "Your Highness, I have something to discuss with you."
Yin Ye followed closely behind, along with Han Yue and Han Shuang.
Suddenly, Fong Yang commanded, "You all stay outside the hall; don't let anyone disturb us."
Yin Ye, ever the instigator, couldn't help but chime in, "Miss, are you going to discuss marriage?"
Jiang Xi paused for a moment and shot Yin Ye a strange look. "What marriage?"
Yin Ye grew slightly anxious. "The marriage with the prince; Lady Jiang wouldn't be thinking of going back on her word, would she?"
Jiang Xi felt that Yin Ye had missed the mark entirely; why was she acting like a nosy relative? With a sigh of resignation, she replied, "What we're discussing today is something else. Can you please not rush me?"
Yin Ye fell silent for a moment before responding with an obedient "Oh," and decided to keep quiet.
Jiang Xi entered Zhaochin Palace with Fong Yang. Suddenly, Fong Yang spoke up, "If you don't like it, then don't let them in anymore. You can make all the decisions in the royal residence."
Jiang Xi tilted her head playfully and replied, "But I'm not the mistress of the royal residence. How can I make decisions about it?"
Fong Yang pressed his lips together, remaining silent, yet a certain emotion was palpable in the air.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Xi couldn't help but smile softly.
The prince lowered his head slightly, and Fong Yang felt a stir in his heart as he recalled Jiang Xi's behavior that morning. He instinctively lowered his head in response.
Jiang Xi stood on her tiptoes, slightly tilting her head back, her eyes gently closing as she slowly pressed her lips against Fong Yang's.
Her movements were tender and shy, the unique fragrance of a young girl lingering around Fong Yang's nose. That scent seemed to possess a kind of magic, intoxicating him.
Fong Yang's body stiffened slightly, his hands instinctively clenching as he struggled to suppress the urge to pull her into his embrace.
When the soft touch of her lips finally left his, his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xi's face, filled with a hint of confusion and anticipation. He softly asked, "What does this mean?"
Jiang Xi's lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she said, "If I say I want to tackle the prince, will the prince punish me?"
Hearing this, Fong Yang stared at her in a daze. After a brief silence, he slowly replied in a deep and gentle voice, "No, I allow it."
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