I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 128 Feng Ling, I think I've fallen for her.

"Sister, what's wrong?" He rubbed her hand, then rolled over and placed his hands on either side of her head.

They were very close. She pushed his face away, reached out and hugged him, and he held her tightly.

He rested his chin on her shoulder, his breathing quickening: "Sister... are you throwing yourself into my arms?" He gently kissed her earlobe.

"No, I just wanted a quiet hug." She had ended someone's life with her own hands yesterday.

I can still recall the warmth of that blood; it seems the path to adulthood is destined to be filled with bloodshed.

Noticing that Zhongli Yueluo's mood was off, Su Fengling loosened his grip on her waist slightly.

He also leaned his head to the side so that his body wouldn't press down on her.

But once I held her, I felt a strange attraction to her, and I didn't want to let go, so I buried my head in the crook of her neck.

With a thick nasal voice: "Sister, between you and brother..."

“Nothing happened,” she replied simply, and she wasn’t lying. He seemed relieved.

He twirled her long hair with his fingers, wrapping it in his hand and then slowly unwinding it.

It was unclear where its eyes were looking, but it showed no sign of looking away.

Zhongli Yueluo didn't chase him away, but simply lay down to the side, and Su Fengling lay down beside her as well.

Then he propped himself up and looked at her, his fingertips gently tracing her lips.

"Sister..." The voice was hoarse, filled with endless love.

She gently held his hand, her voice slightly weary: "Little brother, stop fooling around." Her eyes slowly closed.

He took her hand in his own, kissed it lightly, and looked at her with a look of obsession.

“I’m not making a fuss, sister. I’m just really afraid that what Gongshu Liang said is true.”

"Alright, then go check on Feng Jun. I'll take a nap a little longer." His tone was slightly perfunctory.

Hearing her words, he didn't move at all; instead, he moved even closer, his nose gently touching hers.

Her voice was low and coquettish: "No, I want to be with my sister."

She even turned her back to him, and he hugged her tightly from behind, burying his face in her neck.

Her voice was somewhat muffled: "Don't you miss me?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, he nuzzled against her neck, his eyes dimming.

"No one can take my sister away from me. Anyone who covets you will..."

After saying that, he slowly released her and walked out, where he saw Miaoqing standing beside him.

He seemed to have been standing at the door for quite some time. After being glared at fiercely by him, he quickly turned his head away.

Su Fengling's voice was cold, carrying a dangerous undertone: "You've come to see my sister?"

His blue eyes darted around, and he kept waving his hands, pretending to be very busy.

"No, actually I'm not in a big hurry."

But then Zhongli Yueluo's voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Although there was no emotion in his eyes, Su Fengling's gaze had already torn Miao Qing to pieces.

He pursed his lips. This princess, why did she have to call out now of all times? Was she deliberately trying to mess with him?

He rubbed his teeth and went inside, but Su Fengling turned back and sat on the stool.

Miao Qing stood in the room, and Zhongli Yueluo slowly sat up: "Sit."

Miao Qing no longer dares to be nonchalant towards Zhongli Yueluo; in fact, she's even a little afraid of her.

He reached into his sleeve and spread a piece of paper on the table.

Su Fengling picked it up casually and looked at the words written on it. This note even carried the aura of the Zisang clan.

The clue to the next petal of the Demon Flower was written on it, and it turned out to be the Snow Demon of Cold Stone Lake. Isn't that the place they were going to pass through along the way?

But this message cannot be shown to his brother for the time being, because given his stubborn nature, he will definitely insist on going by himself.

"Sister, it's news about the next petal."

"Hmm, how far is it from here?"

"To be honest, we've been taking a roundabout route along Wuxin River. If we were to travel to Hanshi Lake, it would probably take us three to five days."

"That's fine, we can discuss it again when we get back to the ship."

She rubbed her shoulders, and Miaoqing felt as if the stool was burning her bottom. She stood up and went out.

Su Fengling sensed that Miao Qing's attitude towards Zhongli Yueluo changed after she came out of the ginkgo tree; it was as if she was afraid of her.

"Sister, why is he so afraid of you?" She tucked the note into her bosom and asked.

"Oh, maybe she's afraid of dying." She lay back down on the bed, pretending to sleep.

Su Fengjun was in his room, looking at his hands, which still seemed to retain the warmth of Zhongli Yueluo.

He became increasingly lost in thought as he looked at her. He Yuhuan sat beside him, holding a piece of cake in her hand. There was not much between them.

But He Yuhuan still handed him the cakes, saying, "Eat!"

Su Fengjun accepted it harmoniously, until Su Fengling entered the room, at which point He Yuhuan put on a sour face again.

She even pulled the plate of pastries in front of her closer to her chest.

Su Fengling sat down next to Su Fengjun and felt his pulse with her hand; it was indeed much steadyer.

"Brother, you seem to be in a good mood."

"Ah."

What did the princess say to you?

He shook his head again, then looked up to meet his gaze and asked, "Has there been any news from the border town recently?"

"Everything is as usual, except for occasional friction. I wonder if Zisang is busy dealing with us, which is why he hasn't made a move against Biancheng."

"Has there been any other news from the Emperor's side, such as... the princess's mother?"

"Brother, you seem to have become very concerned about the princess?"

When his words were answered, his expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were filled with tenderness: "Feng Ling, I think I've fallen for her."

This was a devastating blow to Su Fengling. His aloof older brother had actually admitted to liking the princess, leaving him feeling inexplicably upset.

He was in a low mood. He had been hesitant about telling him the news, but now he was absolutely not going to.

"Brother, let's rest for a while and then go back to the ship. Yan Ruoyu is still waiting for us."

His gentle smile lingered on his face, but Su Fengling suddenly found it somewhat irritating.

He didn't say anything, and in the blink of an eye, he went to stand guard outside Zhongli Yueluo's room.

He Yuhuan didn't understand their fondness for it, and casually poured all the pastries into her mouth.

She went outside too. She didn't actually need to rest; she just changed her clothes and went out, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Zhongli Yueluo knew they were anxious, so she got out of bed and sighed; her feet were still tired.

Su Fengling was on the left, and He Yuhuan was on the right; one was supporting her, and the other was slinging her hand.

They walked down together, her face expressionless. She squinted at the landlady and said, "Check out."

Just then, a young man who looked unremarkable walked out of the kitchen and bumped into them while carrying a tray.

He apologized repeatedly and wiped them with a towel. Zhongli Yuelu noticed that his left hand was missing a little finger!

There was more than one cougar, but he did look no different from an ordinary person, so she couldn't be sure if he was one.

He simply urged the group to leave the eerie inn immediately.

As they walked out the door, Zhongli Yueluo turned back and seemed to see the people in the inn giving them strange smiles.