FRGNM -Chapter 13 Encountering the Crown Prince Again

With her current appearance, she truly wasn’t welcome anywhere.

“Robbing me of my chastity?” Fang Xu almost burst out laughing. He patted his chest and laughed loudly. “What did you say? How are you going to rob me? No matter how you look at it, I’m the man and you’re the woman. If anything, you’d be the unlucky one for running into me—it should be me robbing you!”

“Oh? You rob me?” Ling Ruoxi curled her lips into a smile, stood up, and slowly approached him. She lifted her hand and placed it on Fang Xu’s shoulder. Her long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you sure?”

“Uh…” His smile froze instantly. Fang Xu hurriedly pulled back, widening the distance between them, and coughed awkwardly. “I just came in to take shelter from the rain. I absolutely didn’t mean to offend you. Miss, you… huh?”

The woman who had just been teasing him was now sitting obediently on the straw? Looking at the half-demon, half-angel woman, Fang Xu scratched his head and sat down by the fire. He glanced at the roasting sweet potatoes, thought for a moment, then took one and broke it open, eating a few bites.

It wasn’t that Ling Ruoxi sat down voluntarily—it was that she…

“What exactly is this feeling?” she questioned herself repeatedly in her heart. The moment she had drawn close to Fang Xu, it was as if a force had suddenly erupted inside her. She couldn’t suppress it, and a solemn voice rang in her ears:

“Embrace the Origin, Guard the One. Draw the qi into the dantian!”

At once, Ling Ruoxi stopped thinking about anything else. She sat cross-legged and sensed that stream of Dou Qi slowly flowing into her body, weaving through her meridians.

Finally, it gathered in her dantian. After circling briefly, it suddenly dispersed with a whoosh. Just as she thought it was a failure, Ling Ruoxi was astonished to discover rows of small characters continuing to appear within her dantian.

Poison Scripture.

Those two large words imprinted themselves into her mind. Immediately afterward, a flash of golden light burst forth, and countless memories flooded into her consciousness at once—it was the notebook, the one that had suddenly disappeared! Every single word of its contents was engraved into her mind without omission. What remained was comprehension.

“Phew…” After a long while, Ling Ruoxi exhaled deeply. Her eyes, sharp as blades, swept across her surroundings—and landed on Fang Xu leaning against a pillar.

Not only had he eaten all her sweet potatoes, he was now sleeping and even drooling. The fire was about to go out, and the temperature around them had dropped. Ling Ruoxi added some firewood, then looked at the boy sleeping beside her. In the firelight, his sleeping face looked like a sleeping beauty. The flames danced along his long eyelashes, painting his face with a rosy glow.

Thinking of Nangong Mo’s skin—that unbelievably smooth, egg-like texture…

Someone immediately stretched out her evil hands and pinched Fang Xu’s face.

“Mmm…” The sleeping boy rolled over, but with that movement, he lost his support and nearly fell to the ground.

With a jolt, Fang Xu woke up and turned his head—only to see a magnified face right in front of him. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. “Mi—Miss, what are you doing?!”

“Nothing,” Ling Ruoxi said casually. “I was just hungry and wanted to eat something. Then I realized you ate all my sweet potatoes.”

Pointing at the sweet potato peels on the ground, Ling Ruoxi decided to tease him.

Blushing, Fang Xu hurriedly fumbled for some gold coins. “I—I didn’t mean to. I was a bit hungry earlier, and when I saw food, I just—”

“Hey, don’t give me money,” Ling Ruoxi interrupted. “Either give me back the sweet potatoes exactly as they were, or… become my man. Pick one yourself!”

She reached out and patted Fang Xu’s face, smiling like a fox.

That sly smile made Fang Xu tense up all over. He clutched his clothes tightly and said tremblingly, “I—I—I don’t sell myself! But… I can’t spit them back out either…”

“Then there’s no choice.” Ling Ruoxi let out a wicked laugh. “You won’t sell yourself, and you can’t return my sweet potatoes. How about this—I’ll just chop off the hand you used to steal my sweet potatoes. What do you say?”

With an evil grin, Ling Ruoxi swiftly pulled out a small dagger from behind her and gestured with it in front of him.

Fang Xu turned pale with fright, shaking his head like a rattle drum. “No, no! I’m a Dou Qi practitioner—I can’t be without a hand!”

“Then which do you choose?” Ling Ruoxi pressed closer, still smiling. “Lose a hand, give me back my sweet potatoes, or become my man?”

His heart thumped violently. Fang Xu clutched his clothes, his face turning so red it looked ready to drip blood. “Th-then I’ll choose to be your man. But you can’t force me, I…”

“Heh. I never thought that the Third Miss of the Ling family, who just finished stealing a man, would steal another one here. Not even sparing a boy barely in his teens.”

Outside the door, a long procession approached at a brisk pace.

At the very front stood a pale-yellow figure, his face icy cold. Guards behind him held umbrellas aloft. The rain outside was pouring heavily, yet not a single drop touched his robes.

Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly and stood up helplessly. Raising her brows, she said with a grin, “So it’s His Highness the Crown Prince. My apologies, my apologies. But how could this small ruined temple possibly accommodate Your Highness? Perhaps you should find another place to take shelter from the rain. As for this man, I didn’t steal him—he offered himself.”

She hooked an arm around Fang Xu’s shoulder and pulled him into her embrace, provocatively meeting the gaze of the man opposite her.