"Deal!" Helian Zheng straightforwardly agreed. "This Prince always pays his debts!"
"Good." Feng Zhiwei replied, smiling and leaning against her hand, examining the Prince with amusement. "If this Concubine wins, you can never mention this concubine matter again, and from now on whenever you see me you must call me Aunt."
"Daring!"
Eight whips arched golden through the air, striking towards Feng Zhiwei's face.
Feng Zhiwei sat peacefully, not even cocking an eyebrow as she carefully peeled her walnuts, unperturbed by the wind of the whips and the looming shadows.
Helian Zheng stared at Feng Zhiwei before bringing up his arm, the eight fierce whips freezing and pulled back as if part of the Prince's limbs.
"Very bold." Helian Zheng narrowed his eyes for the first time, "and if you lose?"
