Seeing Ye Lingyue's face wrinkled into a little steamed bun, Feng Xun couldn't help but put down the grape in his hand and extended two fingers to rub the space between her eyebrows, trying to erase her "Sichuan" shaped frown.
Ye Lingyue felt as if a feather was teasing her between the eyebrows, tickling her, and she subconsciously dodged Feng Xun's hand.
"I just remembered, if you become the Crown Prince, I will be the future Empress of Beiqing. Moreover, I've given up the chance to become the Empress twice. In this world, there probably isn't a woman dumber than me."
Feng Xun's hand froze, and a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.
"So you're saying, you regret not marrying Xiahou Qi back then?"
Ye Lingyue sniffed the sour note in the man's words.
"Regret..." Ye Lingyue hadn't finished speaking when the man leaned over, pinning her underneath him. The rest of her words were swallowed by Feng Xun before they could leave her mouth.
