Chapter 39: Having an Affair with the Emperor

  "Silly woman, didn't you realize she was faking her illness?" Mu Beichuan suddenly said coldly from beside him.

  Xiatong was taken aback, and immediately poked his little head, scolding: "At such a young age, how can you think of people as being so bad! Didn't you see that she's already in so much pain?"

  Qingli, who had been quietly following along from start to finish, also nodded: "Yes, she's in so much pain!"

  Mo Beichuan stopped in his tracks, gave her a cold glance, then turned to look at Xia Tong for a few seconds before asking matter-of-factly: "Do you know how you're going to die in the future?"

  "I don't know!" Xia Tong smiled and shook her head, looking bewildered.

  "I'm telling you, you're going to be a total idiot in the future!" Mu Beichuan said solemnly.

  "Oh, really?" Xia Tong smiled, with a look of sudden realization.

  "I really don't know if the conspiracy of the Beijiang Jie Shi was exposed by you?" Mu Bei Cheng muttered, then shook his head with a look of frustration and entered the mansion.

  Wow, it's really like that! This little brat is pretending to be an adult and has gotten addicted to it!

  Xiatong smiled and hurriedly chased after him.

  In the hall, Mu Beifeng sat alone as if he was in his own home, narrowing his long and narrow eyes, smiling yet not smiling as he looked at Mu Beichen and Xia Tong who had just entered.

  The floor of the hall was piled high with goods.

  "Brother Emperor!" Mu Beichuan shouted respectfully, and only then did he look a bit like a child.

  Xia Tong was shocked, only then remembering that they had left the Emperor, who held the power of life and death in Southern Country, to one side! With a hint of panic in his heart, "The Flowing King's heart disease has relapsed again, we..."

  "I know! Between brothers, there's no need for those trivial formalities!" Xia Tong hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by Mu Bei Feng, who smiled and pointed at the items on the ground, saying: "Quickly take a look at what gifts the Second Prince has brought you!"

  "What's the gift that Second Brother gave me?" Xia Tong's heart felt a little lighter, and she muttered to herself as she went to rummage through the pile of things. They were all just some small trinkets from everyday life, a few boxes of pastries, nothing particularly special.

  Xia Tong took out the pastry and gestured to Qing Li, saying: "Take the rest of the things to Luli Pavilion, we'll eat this one!" As she spoke, she waved the box in her hand at Mu Bei Feng.

  A flash of surprise flickered in Qing's eyes, and he nodded and left.

  "I'm going to Heart Lake with Cheng, and you're having someone send pastries over!" Mu Bei Feng stood up and smiled at her, looking mischievous. The bad premonition made Xia Tong's heart skip half a beat. Heart Lake? Wasn't that the lake in the garden where she first met him? That day, she had also severely scolded him for being like a lazy monk!

  As she thought about it, Xia Tong's gaze involuntarily darted towards his crotch.

  "What's this, is the noble consort taking an interest in me?" Mu Beifeng's footsteps paused, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Xia Tong with a hint of sly amusement.

  Xiatong's face turned bright red, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He looked away, his ears also growing hot. He muttered: "Your Majesty is joking, please go ahead first, Muyan will be here soon!"

  Mo Beifeng responded with a single word, his mouth curled up slightly, and he didn't say anything else. He turned around and stepped out.

  Xia Tong finally let out a sigh: What kind of emperor is this! He's simply a rascal! She put the pastry box on the tea table, and when she turned around, her eyes met that little scamp again. He stood there, his clear eyes filled with curiosity, staring at her intently.

  Xiatong felt annoyed by his gaze, and couldn't help but raise her hand to knock on his head again: "What's with that look in your eyes?" A little brat like you, what's the point of putting on a mysterious and profound act?

  Mo Beichuan dodged the chestnut reward by tilting her head to one side, her sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly as she coldly asked: "You also have a leg with the Emperor's brother, don't you?"

  Ah! Xiaotong's face turned pale with three dark lines on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He couldn't help but think about fainting directly. What is this little brat saying?