Chapter 62

She lowered her eyes to look at it, picked it up, and carefully placed it at the foot of the bed, where Feng Yuexian couldn’t reach.

As she moved, Feng Yuexian watched her, tilting her head slightly, her gaze following her movements.

When Song Pianxian turned around, she saw Feng Yuexian like this.

At that moment, her black pupils appeared particularly clear and pure, as if holding a curiosity devoid of any guile.

Just like a Persian cat lying on its side, with a graceful and alluring figure.

In those jewel-like cat eyes, there was also the innocent and trusting nature unique to animals, along with the closeness and trust towards its owner.

Song Pianxian reached out to tidy up her intricately tangled hair.

Feng Yuexian had always been assertive, with hidden sharpness, but her hair was extremely soft, like flexible papyrus, twining around Song Pianxian’s fingers.

The raven-black hair entwined with the fingers as if they were frost-hardened.

Song Pianxian asked her:

“Feeling dizzy?”

Feng Yuexian shook her head.

“Thirsty?”

Feng Yuexian shook her head again.

“In that case, rest well. A good sleep should dispel the effects of the alcohol.”

As Song Pianxian spoke, she combed her hair with her hands, running her fingers through the meandering three thousand strands on the bed.

Caressing the incredibly soft Feng Yuexian, even Song Pianxian’s tone of voice couldn’t help but become affectionate.

Feng Yuexian’s face tilted slightly upward, her brows furrowed, seeming to complain, yet also to act coquettishly:

“Originally not dizzy, but you asked, so now I am.”

Song Pianxian chuckled, what kind of reasoning was this?

Could it be that simply shaking her head lightly could make her dizzy?

Rarely seeing her like this, Song Pianxian felt helpless yet also inexplicably fond and joyful.

She tucked the last stubborn lock of hair behind Feng Yuexian’s ear, her fingertips sliding down Feng Yuexian’s earlobe.

A blush appeared on Feng Yuexian’s earlobes.

Song Pianxian chuckled softly, then gently pressed her warm palm against Feng Yuexian’s jade-white cheek, lightly lifting her face.

She leaned in and placed a light kiss on Feng Yuexian’s forehead.

The sunlight filtered through the thin veil, gentle as flowing gold, imbued with a hazy romance.

In a place where Song Pianxian couldn’t see, Feng Yuexian narrowed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

In her half-closed eyes, there seemed to be an increasingly intense desire, a lively plot brewing.

After a couple of breaths, Song Pianxian pulled back a bit, her tone as if coaxing a child:

“Be a good girl and go to sleep, hmm?”

How could Feng Yuexian be obedient?

She didn’t speak, her glassy eyes gazing at Song Pianxian, her full lips resembling roses in the wind, gently moving.

The air was filled with quiet charm, words unspoken.

Song Pianxian felt a stir in her heart, and her hand followed suit, her thumb brushing across Feng Yuexian’s cheek with a bit of force, wiping away the faint blush like evening clouds.

Finally, her fingertip landed on her lips.

Song Pianxian had no choice but to kiss her again.

She wasn’t accustomed to being intimate with others.

Especially physical contact like holding hands, linking arms, or hugging; unless it was for etiquette, she never initiated such actions, let alone more intimate gestures.

But in front of the person in front of her, it seemed like there was no sense of rejection.

Song Pianxian’s kiss landed on her fingers, kissing this thornless peony rose.

Instead, the longer they spent together, the more intimate she felt.

Like the softest bird’s beak, pecking at the tender rosebud, with each caress, she smelled the faint fragrance enveloped in layers of petals.

Subtle and lingering, it lingered between the tender breaths of the two.

To confirm that this fragrance indeed existed, Song Pianxian tried to explore inside the bud.

The tender and juicy petals opened themselves, incredibly compliant.

Within the petals, Song Pianxian tasted the sweet aroma of wine.

Between the flowers, a unique tasting of precious dew and nectar.

The better the quality, the stronger the fragrance of the silver threads.

Even if sober, one would still be intoxicated.

In a slight daze, Song Pianxian’s hand was drawn by a gentle force to another place.

Song Pianxian’s hot breath escaped, her hand trembled slightly, but was firmly pressed in place by Feng Yuexian, who refused to let her go.

Is Feng Yuexian drunk or awake?

She didn’t have time to ponder further, as she was pulled into ecstasy.

The beautiful eyes were like cat’s-eye glass, the lips were buds blooming and wine rich.

The body was enveloped in misty robes, eagerly awaiting someone to clear the clouds and see clearly.

Song Pianxian still didn’t know how drunk Feng Yuexian was.

She caressed.

The petals were soft and smooth, exuding a warm fragrance.

Like fragrant peaches, under her fingers, they formed a small nest, filled with amber honey wine, trembling invitingly for a taste.

The curtain was stirred by the wind, casting flickering shadows.

Song Pianxian leaned in.

Feng Yuexian tilted her head back.

The temples scattered like mist, the cheeks blushed like clouds.

Since Song Yingguang’s injury on her forehead had almost healed, she often went to the Eastern Palace.

She had wanted to go to the Eastern Palace before, but her mother wouldn’t allow it, saying that the Crown Prince was busy with state affairs and the Princess Consort had to take care of the six palaces, so she shouldn’t disturb them.

After her injury healed, for some reason, whether out of pity from her mother or other reasons, not only did she no longer restrict her, but she even actively sent her to the Eastern Palace, asking the Crown Prince to instruct her in calligraphy.

But for some reason, most of the time it was the Princess Consort who instructed her. Even if the Crown Prince had nothing to do, it was still the Princess Consort who came.

Song Yingguang went to ask her mother the reason. After pondering, her mother said it might be because the Princess Consort was extremely considerate and cared for the Crown Prince’s health, so she took the initiative to help him.

Of course, it could also be because since the Princess Consort’s marriage, she had no children of her own, so she liked Song Yingguang very much.

Song Yingguang suddenly realized.

The Princess Consort, who seemed cold and stern, turned out to be so gentle and liked to be close to her.

Leaving other matters aside, He Qiuchan felt relieved. It seemed that despite Feng Yuexian being fiercer than men in important matters, she was ultimately a woman with maternal instincts and a soft side.

Song Yingguang also understood that from now on, her clingy target changed from the Crown Prince to the Princess Consort—

Obviously, the Princess Consort liked her more.

“Why has Song Yingguang been coming over so often lately?” Feng Yuexian’s tone was disdainful. “Has He Jieyu also become fond of playing leaf cards and has no time to take care of the children?”

Song Pianxian drank her tea innocently and said, “Perhaps she sees that you give excellent guidance.”

Feng Yuexian raised her eyebrows lightly. “Treating me like a teacher?”

Feng Yuexian was well-known, and teaching children to read was somewhat of a waste. Song Pianxian cleared her throat and said, “Next time Yingguang comes, let me handle it—”

“It feels good to be a teacher.” Feng Yuexian changed her tone, looking composed.

Song Pianxian made an “Oh” sound, maintaining a calm expression, slowly savoring the tea.

Unable to resist, a slight smile escaped from the corner of her lips.

“…”

Feng Yuexian pretended not to notice, as she continued to organize her calligraphy and painting, saying, “By then, when the Crown Prince’s son grows up, he will definitely need to be taught. Song Yingguang will be a good practice subject.”

Song Pianxian resisted the urge to shake her head and laugh.

Feng Yuexian was really… She was obviously very serious and appropriate when teaching, but she had to say such things.

She didn’t expose her.

Instead, because of this remark, she remembered the various princes who were coming to the capital.

Due to differences in distance, the princes were coming to the capital one after another. It seemed that the Prince of Pingjin, who was closest, was about to arrive in the capital, and recently, the atmosphere in Qinghe had brightened considerably.

“When will the Northwestern Prince arrive?”

Feng Yuexian paused her actions of rolling up the scroll and answered crisply, “According to the letter, it should be in ten days.”

“Will the General’s Mansion send someone to greet him then?”

“Yes, the steward and several cousins will personally go.”

Song Pianxian exhaled the scent of tea and smiled lightly, “In that case, let Xu Jing go as well, to greet him on my behalf.”

Feng Yuexian glanced at Song Pianxian.

With Xu Jing going out, he represented the Crown Prince’s authority. People from the Crown Prince’s side personally welcoming the Northwestern Prince? This gesture of closeness revealed much.

“It has been many years since you last saw the Princess Consort, hasn’t it? After they rest for a while, invite the Princess Consort to the palace in two days for a meeting,” Song Pianxian said, glancing sideways and continued, “I know you can meet her outside the palace, but it’s not appropriate for her to be received in the palace.”

“As for the influence in the court— we have been building it for a long time and it’s not something anyone can easily shake or move.”

Song Pianxian smiled, still as gentle as ever, but extremely confident.

“In the past, it was King Chu who acted recklessly. Now—”

It was them.

Song Pianxian’s eyes were clear and bright, sitting there like a bright moon and clear breeze, upright and beautiful.

She didn’t finish her sentence, but Feng Yuexian didn’t need her to say more.

Seeing Song Pianxian smile, she followed suit.

Between her eyebrows, there was a radiant expression.

Song Yingguang went to the Eastern Palace again.

It’s proper to reciprocate when receiving favors. She always went to the Eastern Palace to freeload, so He Qiuchan felt embarrassed and thought of ways to bring things to the Eastern Palace.

Directly sending inappropriate gifts might be suspicious or tampered with.

The Eastern Palace was never lacking anything. It should be said that if something couldn’t be found in the Eastern Palace, then it was probably nonexistent in the entire palace.

Therefore, she brought some miscellaneous novelty items each time, as a token of goodwill.

This time, He Jieyu sent a painting of a raccoon servant because Song Pianxian had seen a Persian cat raised by a noblewoman, looked at it several times, and later He Jieyu found out about it. It’s a matter of pleasing her.

Song Yingguang personally carried the painting down the steps and headed towards the Eastern Palace.

Xiao Shizi was already accustomed to this little guest, smiling as he led Song Yingguang towards the main hall, saying some auspicious words to please her.

Song Yingguang was as easygoing as a rice dumpling, with a very good temper, so they talked a lot.

As they approached the entrance of the hall, Xiao Shizi suddenly remembered that there was something he hadn’t informed her about yet.

“Little Princess, there are guests in the Eastern Palace today, and at the moment, they are speaking with the Crown Prince and Princess Consort.”

“In that case, I shouldn’t have come.” Song Yingguang blinked, knowing that her elder brother and sister-in-law were busy today.

“No, no, what are you talking about? The Crown Prince instructed that when the Little Princess arrives, she should come in to say hello, and then go to the study room to read.”

Only then did Song Yingguang nod. She hugged the scroll in her arms and was about to ask Xiao Shizi to put the painting in the study room for her and then she would come back to greet the guests when someone came out of the hall.

The curtain was lifted.

Song Yingguang subconsciously looked over.

She saw a girl who was a head taller than herself walking out.

She was wearing a water-green chest-high ruqun adorned with light pink, fresh and lovely, with lively eyes and a smile on her lips, which made it obvious that she was a cheerful person.

And compared to the palace ladies Song Yingguang often saw, she was more relaxed.

Even her eyes were smiling.

When had Song Yingguang seen such a person before? She stared at her eyes blankly, not knowing when she would come back to her senses.

“You’ve been talking for a long time, why don’t you come in?” The girl’s voice was bold and powerful, “Cousin asked me to come out and have a look.”

The girl glanced down slightly, and Song Yingguang hugged the painting even tighter.

What should she say at a time like this?

She grew up in the palace and had never seen any female companions since she was young. At this moment, feeling at a loss, she smiled awkwardly at the person.

“Is this the little cousin sister-in-law mentioned by my cousin?” The girl raised her eyebrows. With her thick and long eyebrows, she seemed particularly unrestrained.

“Like a porcelain doll.”

Who, who was called a porcelain doll?

Song Yingguang’s face flushed. Why was she called a porcelain doll? Was it because she didn’t speak?

She bit her lip and said, “I’m Song— um—”

The girl reached out and pinched Song Yingguang’s cheek.

“Soft, then you’re not a porcelain doll.”

Song Yingguang was stunned.

She stared at the person in front of her, forgetting to blink.

Xiao Shizi beside them exclaimed, “Little Princess, please put your hand down quickly.”

Footsteps came from behind the curtain, accompanied by a call:

“Song Ruyan—”

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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu

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