Volume 3 ◆ Smoke Locks Palace Heart VS Direct Ascent of Blue Clouds ◆ 059 Traces of Flowers in the Misty Sea

  "A Xue! You're so great!"

  The Tian Ce Emperor's eyes, like crystal, shone with the light of shooting stars in the night sky, piercing through the darkness and illuminating people's hearts. He stared straight at Feng Mian Xue, not blinking once, extremely focused.

  Soft and gentle voice, like a piece of soft candy, with a hint of sweetness.

  "Good boy!"

  Feng Mei Xue smiled gently and reached out to tidy up his clothes, which had been disheveled when he was chasing after the Feng sisters and Princess Duan Ming.

  "Hmm..."

  The Heavenly Emperor leaned back in his dragon throne, a hint of lazy satisfaction on his face as he savored the warmth.

  Feng Mei Xue's gaze fell softly, looking at him like a young beast lost in the wind and snow, having gone through countless hardships, finally finding its own haven. The unintentional display of trust made her feel joyful from the bottom of her heart.

  She stroked his soft hair, gently tucking it behind his ears, as if coaxing a mischievous child, her movements light and natural.

  Mang Chang Ge saw her movements, and his forehead had a faintly visible blue vein jumping, his chest was filled with anger for no reason. His gloomy eyes scanned over Tian Ce Emperor's face, which was wearing a mask, with a few hints of resentment.

  He thought all this originally belonged to him, but it was robbed by this fool!

  He was resentful and wished he could drag Tian Ce Emperor down from his high position, trample him into the mud, and never let him turn over again for eternity.

  Feng Mei Xue raised her eyes, catching a glimpse of the fleeting sinister and venomous glint in Mo Chang Ge's eyes. Her slender eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and a hint of coldness flashed across the bottom of her eyes.

  It seems that she must enter the palace as soon as possible. With Zhi'er in this treacherous palace where people are eaten alive, who knows how many dangers there are!

  Since she has made a promise, she must keep it!

  She protects her people, and no one dares to touch a single hair on their heads!

  "The grand ceremony of selecting consorts for the princes has begun. Each of the beauties will now showcase their talents, so that the princes can choose one!"

  The Empress's voice, high and mighty, echoed from the palace above. On her heavily made-up face, a pair of triangular eyes gleamed with a venomous ferocity. Her long fingernails, painted with bright red nail polish, tapped against the desk, leaving streaks of scratches on its surface.

  "Oh dear, after watching this farce, it's finally time to get down to business!"

  Princess Duanming leaned against the Empress Dowager's side, showing everyone her status in the Empress Dowager's heart. With a sharp tone and an implied meaning, she said.

  "Ladies, according to the signs you chose before entering the palace, come up one by one and show off your talents!"

  The long-awaited young ladies of the aristocratic families all showed joyful expressions on their faces, and hastily sent people to fetch their respective musical instruments.

  For a time, the sound of silk and bamboo instruments rose in waves.

  Feng Mei Xue looked at these women who were trying to curry favor with the princes, using all their tricks and charm, and couldn't help but feel a bit bored.

  Whether it's the young ladies of the Feng manor or those from other noble families, they're all just playing the same old tunes, blowing, pulling, plucking and singing, with nothing new to say.

  Tian Ce Emperor listened to those soft sounds, his eyelids fluttered, and he gradually became drowsy, his head involuntarily leaning towards Feng Miao Xue's fragrant shoulders.

  When Feng Mei Xue felt a weight on her shoulder, she turned her head and was about to move away, only to see his curled eyelashes trembling like a small fan. The even breathing sound reached her ears, making her laugh and cry at the same time. Seeing him looking exhausted, she couldn't bear to push him away, so she let him lean against her and rest.

  She had the faint scent of Quanling fruit on her, and as he smelled that fragrance, he felt his chest pain ease, and his furrowed brow relaxed.

  Each breath accompanied by pain also miraculously disappeared a little bit.

  In the grand hall, many women were performing with great effort, but the eyes of the kings and princes would occasionally glance at Feng Mian Xue, often becoming entranced for a long time by her slightest expression.

  The Misses Feng were so angry that they stamped their feet, especially their father, Feng Yunhan, who was staring at Feng Meixue with a complex gaze, as if looking through her at someone else.

  "Didn't Mother say she was going to give that pot of sea lavender to Jing'er? Why haven't I seen it yet?"

  Princess Duanming also looked listless and asked Empress Dowager with a pout.

  "Haha, Mother Empress had someone send over the Sea of Forgetfulness flower long ago! Come, bring in the Sea of Forgetfulness flower!"

  A warm and loving smile appeared on the empress dowager's stern face as she smiled and instructed.

  "Yes, Your Majesty!"

  The palace maid behind her hurried to move the flowers, not daring to slack off for a moment. She had been following the empress dowager for some time and was well aware of her temperament. Although she now wore a warm and gentle smile on her face, in an instant she could turn around and reveal a ruthless blade that could kill without spilling blood.

  When she heard about the topic of the Sea of Confusion, Feng Yuxue's eyes lit up, knowing that the moment she had been waiting for had finally arrived.

  Her lips slightly opened, a gentle and pleasant voice flowed out softly.

  "What is the Sea of Flowers?"

  "You ignorant little brat naturally don't know what a Sea of Illusions flower is!"

  Princess Duanming put her hands on her hips and said with a complacent expression.

  "Oh? Then does Princess Duanming know the origin of the Sea of Flowers?"

  The corner of her lips under the veil of snow curved into a sly arc, she knew that the fish had already taken the bait, and her tone was full of thick doubt and curiosity. Her bright eyes blinked nimbly.