Fei Er looked at Yang Le with wide eyes, disagreeing with his words, he bowed his head deep behind the Crown Prince.
"I won't let that happen, Your Majesty, I really love Hong, and so does Hong."
Yang Le turned around to see Fei's face, who was holding back from speaking passionately,. Yang Le smiled.
"Hey, it's not certain that my brother loves you as much as you love him, have you confirmed that?"
Yang Le's words made Fei Er stutter. That's right, he never confirmed it.
"T-that"
Yang Le smiled.
"He, my little brother, maybe he only thinks of you as his big brother, nothing more, have you ever thought like that, Young Master Jie?"
Fei Er remained silent in his place, clenching his fist, while Yang Le walked past him back towards the pavilion. He patted Fei Er's shoulder.
