"Which sentence are you referring to, Sixth Prince? The few that she rejected you with, or..." Feng Xun's fan-like lashes trembled, his gaze remaining calm and innocent, making him look very harmless.
"Of course, it's the latter—Princess Ye said, she only sees you as a brother," exclaimed the Sixth Prince, his tone rising as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
This Feng Xun appears so innocuous, yet his words are edged like a thorny hedgehog.
The Sixth Prince felt a sting of internal injury.
"Feng Xun and Ling Yue are not siblings," Feng Xun stubbornly stated the fact like a child.
"Even if you aren't siblings, Ling Yue harbors no romantic feelings for you," pressed the Sixth Prince aggressively.
"At least she has feelings for me, unlike some random passerby," Feng Xun shot back a glance as sharp as a dagger.
That glare was absolutely lethal.
The Sixth Prince's face changed, as if he had been fiercely slapped.
