Her teasing tone pulled Feng Fan from his thoughts, and he gave her a sidelong glance.
"Indeed, I'm surprised. The emperor's daughter is really minimalist and not girly enough. Are you perhaps the emperor's son?"
Qian Xiaoli raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting such a blunt response. "Oh? Are you accusing the emperor's daughter of cross-dressing? You do realize I could have you executed for that, right?"
'Not that I would, of course. I prefer to toy with my prey myself,' she mused, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Feng Fan didn't outwardly react to her words, but her thoughts were an entirely different matter.
'Prey? Why are all the girls I meet completely unhinged? Is there some universal rule that beauty comes with a side of insanity?' he wondered, a mix of exasperation and disbelief swirling in his mind.
"Lady, are you threatening me?" he asked, his tone calm.
"What if I am?" she replied, narrowing her eyes.
