Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
Chapter 331: King Xuan Became Jealous As the Crisis Was Resolved

After jumping on the cliff, Bai Yihao was seriously injured and was helped by Lin Yu to return to the carriage first.

Mo Xuetong, however, didn’t go away. She walked slowly to the first half of the carriage left. The door to the carriage dropped out and the carriage dropped out, slanted on the road. There were still traces of blood inside the carriage, which showed that the people inside were not unharmed too. With the high speed of the carriage, the reaction force was great and it would be impossible for the people inside to remain unharmed.

“You must bring Mo Feng along next time, and be careful to not let him too far away from you. He is good at Qinggong (the skill of making one light so as to move fast and speedy). Shall I help you take care of that bitch who tried to harm you?” Following her, Feng Yuran’s devilishly handsome face was cold with murderous intent. His mouth curved up in a smile as he asked coldly.

Feng Yuran’s eyes were filled with hatred as he thought about how that bitch almost caused Tong’er’s death. He had already seen Mo Xuetong as his possession and pretended to be sick to convince Emperor Zongwen to marry Mo Xuetong to him. However, he did not expect such a matter to happen.

Hearing Mo Feng’s report, he could no longer bother pretending to be sick, rushing over immediately. Seeing Lin Yu, he realized that Bai Yihao carried Mo Xuetong in his arms as they fell down the cliff. Immediately, he became jealous and belayed himself down with a rope down the cliff to find Mo Xuetong. Even though he did not like Bai Yihao, he could not help but admit that Mo Xuetong’s chance of survival increased exponentially with his presence.

Even though he purposely ignored the reason why Bai Yihao jumped down with his Tong’er, he still could not help feeling jealous when he heard words coming from the cave. He stopped Bai Yihao immediately as he did not expect Bai Yihao to be so narrow-minded, insisting on marrying Tong’er even though the marriage proposal was burnt.

It was as if the woman he loved was being peeped by others, and that made Feng Yuran mad.

However, because of that, Feng Yuran was glad that he had planned and destroyed Bai Yihao’s marriage proposal, or he would be the third party now.

“Don’t touch them. I will deal with them myself.” Mo Xuetong’s beautiful face showed a piercing cold smile, much like that of Feng Yuran.

“You don’t need my help?” Feng Yuran’s handsome face drooped with a tinge of unwillingness, as he looked at her with unhappiness as if he was complaining that she saw him as an outsider. Holding her wrist with his hand, he carefully examined her delicate hand before picking it up and blowing on it, with a tinge of hatred flashing across his eyes.

He would allow Tong’er to seek revenge for herself if those two bitches were alone. However, there must have been someone behind those two bitches, or they would not dare to murder his wife. They must know that Tong’er was more or less his wife, a person of the imperial family. How dared a daughter of Mo manor and a concubine who fell out of favor with Duke Zhenguo’s manor dare to murder Tong’er with no backing and support!

“I want, why would I not want?” Mo Xuetong replied slowly. Her heart melted as she felt the love and doting from him.

With a stiff hand, she took the initiative to grab his long slender hands, where there are a few visible scars. It was merely a moment ago when the prestigious King Xuan jumped down to save her. How could she be unaware of his heartache and anxiousness?

Her eyes fell on his chest. It was tightly covered up and nothing was shone out of his purple coat. However, when she was hugged in his arms, when her face was leaning on his chest, he could smell thick blood and could feel a tinge of wetness. His scar had broken open again. She did not know what she felt but could only feel pain and sourness, with a slight joy of being doted.

Holding his hand, he headed for the carriage at the side.

Hearing that Mo Xuetong required his help, Feng Yuran immediately became delighted. His eyes opened up in delight as his pupils lit up. He smiled gently as if he just drank honey. Then, he pulled her meticulously onto the carriage as if he were afraid that she would break apart.

“Take off your clothes.” As he entered the carriage and sat slanted on the couch, Mo Xuetong ordered impolitely.

Feng Yuran was shocked initially but a smile crept up his face involuntarily. He ignored the sharp pain on his chest and sat upright. Taking off his coat, he laid down diligently, her devilish eyes shining like a reflective black diamond. Staring at Mo Xuetong, his smile was insanely beautiful.

Looking at his delightful manner, Mo Xuetong’s face turned red as she dared not examine that overflowing gentleness in his eyes. Sitting aside, she pulled on his inner clothes. A pile of blood was printed on his white clothes like red plum flowers in snow, obvious to the eye.

Feng Yuran followed her gaze to his clothes before discovering the bloodstains on it. Immediately, he understood what she meant. Pulling her tiny hands, he asked gently, “Are you concerned about me?”

Mo Xuetong’s face turned red and turned around out of shame due to his intense stare. She wanted to rebandage him but she realized that both her hands were incapable of such actions when she reached out. Mo Xuemin was vicious and three of her fingers were pierced right through. Even though Bai Yihao had excellent medication, all the fingers were connected to her heart, and movement of each made her heart ache.

Her other hand was red and swollen due to trampling. If not for the fact that Mo Xuemin could not control her strength on a rushing carriage, her palm would be rotten by now.

Such two hands had no capabilities in helping Feng Yuran rebandage himself. She looked at her two hands with guilt and sighed, pursing her lips.

“Come over.” Feng Yuran understood what she meant and his eyes lit up in delight. With the mere move of a hand, Mo Xuetong’s tiny body was pulled over to his side. His hand was on her slender waist and his eyes were all smiles. He flipped over, putting his head on one hand before examining her intensely, his smile lazy yet beautiful.

Looking at the man’s bare open chest, Mo Xuetong could not help but blush out of embarrassment. Her little hands were still in front of Feng Yuran, whose strong chest muscles made Mo Xuetong’s face burn further. Not knowing what to do, she closed her shy eyes, with her long eyelashes flicking and shivering in the process.

Sounds of heavy gasps made by her traveled in the air, making Feng Yuran’s mind run wild. He could only feel that he loved the beauty in his arms to her bones. Those eyes that could lure a woman’s soul away were full of tender love, without a tinge of evil and moodiness.

The most arrogant and promiscuous Eighth Prince King Xuan was now just an ordinary man crazy in love. Staring at the lovely girl in her arms, his brows were raised and were full of happiness. He could feel Mo Xuetong’s concern and her shyness. His beautiful eyes linked as his smiles widened even more, hugging Mo Xuetong even more tightly in his chest.

“Tong’er, I only have you in my heart, and no one else could enter. You are the same, right?”

Feng Yuran was now a man as tender as water. Even though he had made plans to make Mo Xuetong agree to his marriage proposal, he was unsure now after these few incidents. That was because Tong’er was always so calm, requiring no help at all as if she did not want him to interfere in her matter.

In particular, Bai Yihao’s vow to Mo Xuetong previously made him a little more flustered.

He didn’t care what others thought but Bai Yihao was different!

Feng Yuran knew that even though Bai Yihao seemed soft and gentle, he was an extremely heartless man. Fifth Princess chased her for many years and even utilized Ding General Manor’s hidden forces for him, jeopardizing Ding General Manor’s security in the process. However, he was not touched at all, using Fifth Princess ever so mercilessly.

Feng Yuran knew that Fifth Princess’ success in burning Bai Yihao’s manor down this time was largely due to Bai Yihao and his efforts. He wanted to get Bai Yihao’s box during the chaos, as he knew that it must have contained important documents of Bai Yihao.

However, now from Bai Yihao’s eyes, he could only see the love of a man for another woman.

For a man like Bai Yihao, a marriage proposal would be unrecognized and unmentioned if not for the fact he loved her.

Since that marriage proposal was placed in Bai Yihao’s most valued jade box, he must have treasured it and have been willing to admit it.

Fifth Princess burnt Bai Yihao’s manor down and Feng Yuran took the chance to stole the marriage contract, showing Duke Ding’s strength and power so as to invoke Father’s suspicion. Bai Yihao took the chance to move into Bai Yichen’s place, successfully luring Fifth Princess and Bai Yichen together, making Emperor Zongwen’s spies useless in the process.

After all, Bai Yichen was the First Prince of Yan Kingdom. Even though his status was not as prestigious as Bai Yichen, he was a guest in the Yan Kingdom and not a hostage. Thus, Emperor Zongwen had no reason to allocate spies in Bai Yichen’s residence. Furthermore, most of those in Bai Yichen’s manor were his own men and all personnel were thoroughly checked, making it more difficult to allocate one.

Therefore, in this incident, Feng Yuran and Bai Yihao were successful. The conceited Bai Yichen and Fifth Princess, who believed that this was all part of Bai Yichen’s plan, hating him to the core, failed.

For such a person to indicate his wishes so clearly, it must mean that he was confident of obtaining it.

Feng Yuran knew that Bai Yihao was extremely similar to him in that they would either not love or not give up after falling in love. How could Feng Yuran remain calm when he knew that Bai Yihao loved Tong’er too? Thus, after the question, he stared nervously at Mo Xuetong, his rapid breaths hitting her tender white face, making a few gentle waves of emotions.

Mo Xuetong dared not open her eyes but she could feel the scorching sight from him on her face. After two lives, she had understood her feelings for Feng Yuran and continued even though she had doubts that her mother was killed by the imperial family. As she was afraid, she never mentioned it to him and was seeking the truth alone and silently, praying that it would not hurt her.

She didn’t know when her emotions overcame her rationality. He had entered her heart with his devilish demeanor.

Her long lashes blinked but she did not have the courage to open her eyes. The hand pulling on the corner of his clothes tightened, refusing to release herself. Instantly, her face turned red as if she were being scorched. Her head hid within his chest as she lowered her head, not knowing what to do.

Feng Yuran saw her jade-like profile and sensed her reliance on him. Even though she merely moved a little, he could feel that at that moment, love was sprouting out.

He hugged her tightly in his arms and pressed down against her. Then, he pressed his lips tightly onto her cherry-like lips.

At first, he did it carefully. However, when touching those soft and gentle lips, he could not control himself, and let go of the gentleness that he diligently controlled to obtain.

All his senses seemed to be focusing on the two soft lips as if that were everything he had. Everything else seemed unimportant. Not satisfied with such a brief touch, his lips and tongue seemed to have minds of their own, moving towards where she exhaled her fragrant aroma.

That was his Tong’er, the woman he adored. In this life, she would be his woman and he would never let her go, not even in his death!