Chapter Forty: What If I Become Your Sister?

Jun Mochen smiled, a particularly bewitching smile. Xiang Lian, ever the hopeless romantic, was once again entranced.

Xiang Lian, pull yourself together, will you? Must you swoon at the sight of every handsome man? Be careful, or one day Yue Wanqing will use this very method to spirit you away! The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed—Yue Wanqing was just the sort of person who’d sell out a friend for a few coins!

She remembered back on Snowmist Mountain, when she’d hidden to avoid practicing martial arts, her master had promised Yue Wanqing a chicken leg if she dragged her out. In the end, she wasn’t even worth a chicken leg!

Jun Mochen’s face was alive with excitement, his fair features blooming with a dazzling smile.

“My kindred spirit, my soulmate! Do you know how long I have waited for you? Three days of searching have not been in vain. At last, I see you again!” Without heed for propriety, he seized Feng Xiaoli’s hand and pressed it to his chest.

Jin Ning was the first to react. “Your Highness, that is my lady’s hand!” Don’t just grab at it!

Next was Xiang Lian. “Jun Mochen, that’s Ali’s hand!” Why won’t you hold mine instead?

Finally, Feng Xiaoli herself. “Jun Mochen, that’s my hand!” If you want to fondle someone, go touch your own guards!

Everyone reacted differently, but Jun Mochen heard none of it. He cared not whose hand it was—seeing his soulmate filled him with joy.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! Ali’s hand is as good as my own!”

Feng Xiaoli’s eye twitched. Jun Mochen, your words are absurd. My hand is your hand? Keep talking and I’ll chop your hand right off!

Jealousy filled Xiang Lian’s beautiful eyes. Jun Mochen, why won’t you say my hand is yours? Am I not good enough for you?

Jin Ning stepped forward, trying to pull her lady’s hand free.

For a moment, chaos reigned.

With a flick, Feng Xiaoli wrenched her hand from Jun Mochen’s grasp. He looked at his now empty palm and only grinned wider, his affection for Feng Xiaoli growing by the second.

If Zilin saw this, who knows how he’d torment me!

Ah, why am I thinking of him again? I mustn’t, I mustn’t!

“Your Highness, my lady is already betrothed. Please, Your Highness, don’t fall for her!” Jin Ning blurted hurriedly. If the Emperor and Empress heard, her lady would be doomed!

“Jun Mochen, Ali is engaged! She’s to marry Yuwen Hao, so don’t get any ideas!” Xiang Lian added, fanning the flames.

Feng Xiaoli was both exasperated and amused. The way these two acted was too comical.

They were far too naive, completely misunderstanding Jun Mochen’s intentions!

“Jun Mochen, I am not your soulmate. You’ve mistaken me for someone else!” Feng Xiaoli hastened to distance herself.

Royalty always meant trouble, so she wanted nothing to do with them.

Jun Mochen, you’re only intrigued by me for the moment. Once you know the real me, you’ll kick me aside. Don’t say things like I’m your soulmate.

But at this moment, Jun Mochen was all smiles, not listening to a word. “Ali, what are you saying? Now that we know each other, isn’t that enough? Ali, I truly like you. Why don’t we become sworn brothers?”

Feng Xiaoli glared at him. “I am a woman! I’m not becoming your brother!”

No way! Not in this lifetime.

“Then be my princess consort! That way, we can see each other every day!” Jun Mochen’s enchanting eyes sparkled with delight, and once again Xiang Lian was smitten.

Jin Ning immediately stepped forward. “Your Highness, my lady truly is engaged!”

Whether or not Feng Xiaoli wished it, they would use the engagement as an excuse for as long as possible.

“Jun Mochen, if you want to marry Ali, you’ll have to defeat Yuwen Hao first—he’s her future husband!” Xiang Lian said, dragging Yuwen Hao into the fray.

“But isn’t it well known that my soulmate doesn’t like the Crown Prince?” The story of the imperial decree being thrown in his face had spread far and wide; most people believed Feng Xiaoli truly disliked Yuwen Hao. Yet, breaking the engagement was no simple matter.

“Not so!” Xiang Lian immediately countered. “You only know half the story. Everyone thinks Ali doesn’t like Yuwen Hao, but that’s just appearances. In truth, she’s overjoyed—she just expresses it differently. She and Yuwen Hao are childhood sweethearts, a pair deeply in love. How could you bear to break them apart?”

Xiang Lian, do you have a death wish? Who likes Yuwen Hao? Only that pretentious Mu Xinmi would ever like him. Just thinking of Mu Xinmi set Feng Xiaoli’s temper alight.

Without a second thought, Feng Xiaoli gathered her inner strength and struck out. Xiang Lian barely dodged, and the force shattered Weichi Jingque’s teacup. The cup was ruined, destroyed by Feng Xiaoli’s hand.

“Feng Xiaoli, are you trying to kill someone?” Xiang Lian’s martial skills were even weaker than Feng Xiaoli’s. If she hadn’t held back, the royal family would have been collecting Xiang Lian’s corpse.

“Exactly! Say one more word and I promise you won’t see tomorrow’s sun!” Xiang Lian clamped her mouth shut.

Better not to say another word—cross Feng Xiaoli and there’ll be hell to pay.

“My soulmate, do you really like Yuwen Hao?”

“Only a fool would like him! If anyone in your family likes him, that’s your problem. I’ve nothing more to say. I’m in a foul mood—don’t follow me. If I see gods, I’ll kill gods; if I see demons, I’ll kill demons; if I see people, I’ll kill them too!”

Having seen her soulmate at last, Jun Mochen was unwilling to let her go. “My soulmate, can’t you stay a little longer?”

“Jun Mochen, first of all, I have no interest in being friends with you. I don’t want any involvement with your royal family. Tying myself to Yuwen Hao is trouble enough, so don’t bring up anything about me and him again. Secondly, I have no interest in being your brother. I have a chest, hips, a perfectly curvaceous figure—a flawless S-shape. No matter how you look at it, I’m a woman. Why should I be your brother instead of you being my sister? So, neither friend nor brother—I won’t be either. If you must, be my sister!”

Jin Ning wiped her brow, thinking, My lady, didn’t you say you didn’t want any ties to the royal family? What if His Highness actually agrees to be your sister?

She’d expected Jun Mochen to give up, but instead, he looked even more delighted. “If I can be with my soulmate, what’s wrong with being your sister?”

Heavens, what kind of world is this!

Feng Xiaoli quickly grabbed Jin Ning and made to leave. The longer she stayed, the more she feared for her sanity. “Jin Ning, let’s go. We can’t linger here. I’m afraid I’ll end up killing someone. I’ll take you to the doctor—and perhaps get myself checked as well!”