Bonus update for this week~

Mo Quan didn't lie when he said a banquet was prepared. There was a hefty amount of food on the table. But the only people who could eat comfortably were Head Mo himself and Feng Yanyan.

He was starving alright.

They left the palace early in the morning, Feng Yanyan didn't get to properly eat breakfast and because he was asleep, he skipped lunch too.

The King only took a bite or two and watched Beauty Feng eat with much gusto. Madam Lian preferred tea and pastries. Meanwhile, the Prince didn't look like he was in a good mood.

It certainly didn't feel like love was in the air. Feng Yanyan joked in his mind.

In a span of a single afternoon, the wedding plans were in place and the execution was already starting. The artisans were called upon and the materials were ordered to be made. The ceremony would take place two months from now.

Mo Zhilan definitely didn't look like the kind of girl who would blush over these things. Heck, Feng Yanyan even wondered what she ate while growing up. When he saw her attacking the prince, she looked like she could bite metal.

Beauty Feng suddenly had an epiphany. Was the Mo family a family of gangsters?

And Miss Mo was the gangster princess?

Was that why all the subordinates he saw in this place looked like they were on steroids? Come to think about it, the Mo family was supposed to be a small noble family but their place didn't look like it would lose to a big clan's house.

In fact, because most of the things were new, the mansion even looked better.

Feng Yanyan's gossipy nature wanted to know what happened between Miss Mo and the prince but he couldn't bring himself to ask. Just looking at Wangye was enough to shut him up.

Lucky him there was also Madam Lian who liked amusing herself with other people's sufferings.

"So Junwang and Miss Mo reached an understanding?" The elderly lady smiled.

Beauty Feng was starting to think that she looked like the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland.

Long Sangyu had always been a gentleman. He wouldn't admit that the two of them didn't even exchange any words. It was just a one-sided conversation and he was the only participant. "Miss Mo and this prince talked about several things. This kind of thing can't be rushed."

But then a soft timid voice rang over the dining table. "His Highness is good at pretending."

Feng Yanyan's eyeballs almost dropped from their sockets. His neck dramatically twisted to Miss Mo's direction. This voice... was too different to the one he heard earlier.

Was this her normal speaking voice? How could someone with a feeble sound be so deadly?

Wait, that wasn't just it. Although she sounded so weak and intimidated, the words she said were straight up insults to the Prince.

Beauty Feng's jaw dropped.

Madam Lian giggled. "Head Mo knows how to raise a girl right."

His Highness was also thunderstruck. Could someone be so candid? And when did he pretend?

Meanwhile, Mo Quan didn't make a sound to reprimand his daughter or to stop her from saying more.

So Madam Lian urged. "How did Miss Mo come to this conclusion?"

The earlier violence in Miss Mo's eyes was nowhere to be found. Without her sword, she looked like a different person and was just a shy shortie. Her curly hair was also adorable.

Feng Yanyan was flabbergasted. How could he only notice this just now?

Mo Zhilan tilted her head. "Junwang isn't interested in me but still tries to act like he does. Isn't this marriage for both parties' benefits? There's no reason to pretend to like each other."

The table fell silent.

Beauty Feng swallowed the rice he was chewing. This girl was the real deal. How could she say that with such a sweet innocent voice?

The servants in the background even stopped breathing. The people of the Mo family expected Wangye to lash out at any moment. Tension rose once again and everybody looked like they were ready to draw hidden weapons.

But when Long Xu Le opened her mouth to speak, it was opposite what everyone expected.

"...Your name is Zhilan? How about joining Danwan as a Lieutenant?" The King stared at the young lady.

"Your Highness." Mo Quan called in a warning tone.

Wan Li Wang leaned in her seat. "Ben dian can change a few rules for the consort princess."

Head Mo tapped his bowl with his chopsticks. "The Empress will learn of this."

His daughter would be in danger.

Long Xu Le snorted. "Such a waste of talent."

"Zhilan will still be a good Princess Consort." Mo Quan asserted.

Wangye wanted to disagree. She watched how Miss Mo fought. Her Sangyu could keep up in the first phase but the King was sure that she would have to step in if it lasted several more moments.

Mo Zhilan was gifted. She would probably be even toe to toe with Su Chen.

The young lady's honesty was quite troublesome as a member of the royal family but as a soldier, she would be a good subordinate.

Sangyu watched her sister trying to recruit his future wife. He didn't know what to feel. Even he didn't earn this kind of reaction from his da jie.

Was she that good? He couldn't help but have misgivings in his heart.

"I won't fit in Wangye's army." Miss Mo's clear bell-like voice addressed the King.

"Hmm, how is that so?" Wangye seemed curious.

"Because Zhilan is San He Hui."

The only stunned person in the room was Feng Yanyan. Was he supposed to know this? Everyday, he feared for his life.

Long Xu Le gave a soft chuckle and rose from her seat. It was time to go home.

Her Highness glanced at her brother then back to Mo Zhilan. "Ben dian looks forward to receiving you in the wangfu."

As Head Mo and Miss Mo were sending off Wangye's carriage, Mo Quan didn't forget to remind the King.

"Gentleman Feng's next visit would be for the making of the wedding dress."

Beauty Feng looked at Wangye with fear in his eyes. He didn't want to stay with the Triad. But her Highness only snorted in response.

"Fret not, Head Mo. Her Highness will send the gentleman back in two weeks' time." The amiable Madam Lian answered.

So soon? Feng Yanyan dreaded it.

As the carriage rolled out of the mansion, he called in his sticky sweet voice. "Wangye..."

"Everything will be arranged." Long Xu Le closed her eyes. She leaned back on the cushion and added as an afterthought. "For you."

But he was still worried ah. It's the Triad! Even in modern times, they were dangerous people.

As Beauty Feng wallowed in his paranoia, a cold hand touched his cheek.

"Come." Her lids were half-closed as she beckoned him to sit over her side.

Feng Yanyan was a simple man. He did what she asked. Only to find himself being pulled close. Warm breath fanned his nape, sending electrifying currents down his spine.

Long Xu Le's arms wrapped around his waist.

This was the legendary back hug?!!!!

Beauty Feng trolled in his mind to prevent himself from hyperventilating.

"People are starting to question why ben dian seems to treat Beauty Feng differently." Her voice was low and enthralling. "Tell me what should I do?"

She was teasing him! Feng Yanyan wanted to protest. But the hand massaging his hip and waist left him weak. How did she know he was sensitive here?

Annoyed, he turned to her and saw the devilish glint in her eyes.

"What is it? Why are you huffing?" Her Highness almost cooed to him.

He narrowed his eyes on her. "Nothing, didn't you ask a question? What her highness should do is take Feng to Zhongqing and make love to me loudly enough that all residents of the wangfu would hear."

Two could always play this game. He twisted his body and turned to the King, closing the gap between them and brushed his lips carelessly on hers. But  immediately pulled back. When  he woke up from his impulsiveness, an awkward silence reigned.

Both were stunned. Beauty Feng was shocked by his own actions. And the King was shocked at his words.

Until... Feng Yanyan felt a hand on his thigh and back pushing him closer. Wangye, I'm not a pillow.

"Our matters will remain private as they should, Feng Yanyan."

When he heard that, his face burned with shame. "I said it on impulse. Forgive Feng."

"You are too excited. Are you in a hurry to lure ben dian?" She whispered.

He felt her squeeze his waist. Feng Yanyan thought his face looked like it was bleeding right now.

"Wangye..." There was a barely suppressed need in his tone as he buried his face in her neck.

Long Xu Le chuckled and had to lock him in place. "Be good."

He looked so easy to bully. She couldn't help it.

Her Highness patted his back and let the mei ren lie on her.

Feng Yanyan basked in her scent the rest of the ride. Everyone was right, he was spoiled. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Wangye liked torturing him so he should at least be compensated like this. Beauty Feng took in her scent. And his eyes flashed some grim. 

Besides, don't think that he didn't know... Her Highness was only using him. He didn't know what for but maybe... he should just stay until his worth was no more.