"Feng Jing, you talk too much," Feng Jing said coldly upon hearing this.
"Feng Jing, don't be angry. I'm just curious. You're usually so cold even to a little palace maid, but now you're actively talking to one. I'm just curious?"
Feng Jing cast a cold glance at Feng Ming, who then shut his mouth. He knew Feng Jing was a block of ice.
"Princess Xing Yue is here!" A sharp voice announced.
Feng Jing subconsciously raised his head. The slender figure and the clear, bright face appeared within his sight.
"This humble subordinate pays respects to Princess Xing Yue." Feng Jing, Feng Ming, and the others knelt on one knee.
Xue Xing Yue was startled. Looking at Feng Jing, she curved her lips slightly. "It's you again."
Feng Jing's body stiffened, then he replied, "It is this subordinate." Xue Xing Yue walked past. Feng Jing slowly stood up. Feng Ming, standing beside him, said excitedly, "Feng Jing, was that Princess Xing Yue just now?"
Feng Jing nodded.
Seeing this, Feng Ming's eyes revealed a hint of amazement. "Princess Xing Yue isn't as broad-shouldered and barrel-chested as the rumors say?"
Feng Jing glanced at Feng Ming and said coldly, "You really talk too much."
"Princess Xing Yue..."
"Are you trying to be punished for secretly discussing Princess Xing Yue?" A voice came from behind.
Feng Ming trembled all over. He subconsciously looked up, then quickly lowered his head. Feng Jing, beside him, quickly bowed. "Lord Feng Wu."
"If I hear you discussing Princess Xing Yue again, I will not forgive you lightly," Feng Wu said coldly.
Feng Jing and Feng Ming quickly replied, "Yes, this subordinate remembers."
Feng Wu walked towards the imperial study.
Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief and asked Feng Jing, "Feng Jing, who was that person who looked neither male nor female just now?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jing frowned. "Feng Ming, be careful of loose lips."
Feng Ming was dismissive. "She's just a bodyguard by Princess Xing Yue's side, what can she do to me? But she's so ugly and still comes out to scare people, that's her..."
"That's her what?" A voice suddenly came from behind Feng Ming. Feng Ming was so scared he almost bit his tongue. He quickly said, "N-nothing?"
"Nothing?" Feng Wu came in front of Feng Ming, the corners of her lips curving slightly, but the smile was somewhat cold, colder than frost.
Feng Ming shivered subconsciously and looked at Feng Jing for help. Feng Jing remained unmoved. He had advised him for so long, but Feng Ming hadn't listened. What could he do?
"Speak, weren't you just saying how happy you were to talk about me? Why aren't you talking now? I'm right here, say it, I'll listen," Feng Wu said coldly.
Feng Ming secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Lord Feng Wu, please don't mention those words. There's nothing to say."
"It's fine, I have nothing else to do anyway. I'd like to hear what you say about me," Feng Wu said coldly.
"Lord Feng Wu, I really didn't say anything," Feng Ming replied.
"You said I looked neither male nor female, that I came out to scare people. Do you think I didn't hear? Don't you know what the crime is for insulting a fourth-rank imperial guard with a sword?" Feng Wu said coldly, word by word.
Feng Ming trembled all over, sweat dripping from his forehead. He quickly bowed and said, "F-Lord Feng Wu, this subordinate had eyes but couldn't recognize Mount Tai. I beg your forgiveness."
"Forgiveness? But I don't want to forgive," Feng Wu said coldly.
"Then... what do you want to do, my lord?" Feng Ming asked.
"Have a match with me. If you win, today's matter will be considered over. If you lose, you will clean the toilets at the Princess's mansion for a month."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ming was overjoyed, thinking that this person who looked neither male nor female could not possibly defeat him. After all, he was part of the Imperial Guard.
"Do you promise, my lord?" Feng Ming asked.
"Naturally, how about it?" Feng Wu said coldly.
"This humble subordinate agrees, but my lord cannot go back on your word," Feng Ming said.
"Feng Jing will be our witness," Feng Wu said, pointing at Feng Jing.
Feng Jing heard this and twitched his lips. Why was he being dragged into this?
"Alright, Feng Jing, you be the witness." Feng Ming also agreed with Feng Wu's statement.
Inside the imperial study, Xue Xing Yue looked at Xue Xing Chen's pale face and said with concern, "Imperial Brother, please rest for a few more days. The court is stable now, and it won't make much difference if you miss court for a few days. You should prioritize your health."
Xue Xing Chen smiled upon hearing this. "Xing Yue, don't worry about your Imperial Brother. He can handle it. I asked you to come over today because there's something I need to discuss with you."
Xue Xing Yue was slightly startled and asked, "Imperial Brother, please speak."
"Yesterday, I met with Abbot Min Hui, who determined that the eighth day of next month is an auspicious date. I want you to marry Young Master Meng. Do you have any objections?"
Xue Xing Yue's body stiffened. The hand hidden in her sleeve gradually clenched. She hadn't expected it to happen so soon. She looked up at her Imperial Brother's expectant gaze, recalling what the imperial physician had said that day when she had asked. The words were still vivid in her mind.
She lowered her gaze, closed her eyes, and with a determined heart, said, "Whatever Imperial Brother deems good is good."
"Good." Xue Xing Chen's face lit up. He got down from his chair and walked to Xue Xing Yue's side. "Xing Yue, your Imperial Brother will definitely hold the most grand wedding for you."
"As long as Imperial Brother is happy," Xue Xing Yue replied.
Xue Xing Chen was about to excitedly describe his ideal vision when he suddenly coughed a few times. He tucked the handkerchief in his hand into his sleeve and said, "Your Imperial Brother is a bit tired. Xing Yue, you should go back now!"
Xue Xing Yue nodded. "Imperial Brother, take care of yourself. Xing Yue is still waiting for you to organize the wedding for her."
Xue Xing Chen's pale face gained a hint of color upon hearing this. "Naturally, Xing Yue, rest assured, your Imperial Brother definitely will."
Xue Xing Yue withdrew. She had seen the handkerchief her Imperial Brother had hidden, and it was covered in bloodstains. Imperial Brother... thinking of this, her heart ached.
If only she could replace her Imperial Brother.
As she exited the imperial study, she saw Feng Wu with someone pinned under her foot.
Seeing her appear, Feng Wu withdrew her foot and walked forward. "Your Highness."
Xue Xing Yue nodded and asked, "What is going on?"
Feng Wu replied, "Nothing else. It's just that this brat wasn't convinced by me, and we had a match."
Feng Ming's face stung. He inwardly thought, "Who isn't convinced? I just said she looked neither male nor female, and now she's hitting me right in the face."
Xue Xing Yue nodded and left.
Feng Wu looked at Feng Ming coldly and said, "You lost. Come back with me. You're assigned to clean the toilets at Princess Xing Yue's mansion for a month."
Feng Ming was on the verge of tears. How could he have known this person who looked neither male nor female was so formidable?
If he had known, he wouldn't have agreed to the match. Not only did he lose face, but he also lost his pride.
Feng Wu got into the carriage and found her Highness seemed to be in low spirits. She couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, is something troubling you?"
Xue Xing Yue heard this and looked at Feng Wu. "On the eighth day of next month, I will marry Meng Jiang Ming."
"Wh-what?" Feng Wu's mouth widened in shock. She swallowed hard and said, "Your Highness, isn't that too fast? You agreed?"