It was the first time Xie Xun felt repulsed seeing a man getting so close to Fengyu. Even though he knew Fengyu could never like Prince Kang, Xie Xun still felt a strong sense of possessiveness.
Xie Xun sneered coldly, "This Marquis was asking about Fengyu."
The chilly early spring wind swept across the river, brushing past the restaurant. The palace lanterns swayed, and the cold breeze snapped Fengyu out of her slight intoxication. With annoyance, she thought about her rotten luck—saying just one bad thing, and he happened to overhear it.
"Ayu, say it boldly. This Prince will back you up; he wouldn't dare do anything." Prince Kang struck a pose as if he were Fengyu's reliable protector, infuriating Xie Xun so much that his fists itched to act.
On the day of Lin Cheng's wedding, he really should have kicked this idiot into the lotus pond.
