But now, seeing Feng Cang, in Mingyue Xing's mind, Longze Jingtian became less significant.
Mingyue Xing clearly felt her small heart pounding violently, her blood rushing to her face, burning like fire, stinging terribly. She had heard that the King Nanlin, Feng Cang, had come to Xiqi. Could that man actually be Feng Cang? Why is he so different from rumors?
First, it was Longze Yu'er, and now there's Mingyue Xing. It seems that her future husband is quite the "honey trap," thought Murong Qiqi.
"Qingqing, what are you thinking?" Feng Cang stretched out his hand and unfolded Murong Qiqi's jade-like hand from under her sleeve. It was so delicate that it didn't even reach the second knuckle of his middle finger.
"Your Highness, everyone's watching..." Murong Qiqi was somewhat uncomfortable with his intimate gesture, but under the scrutiny of onlookers, she couldn't resist. Pretending to be shy, she tried to pull her hand back but was held tight by Feng Cang.
