Qing Feng, Have You Picked Out Your Coffin and Grave Yet?

Ye Siheng's face turned increasingly dark. He stared at Qing Feng, his voice seething with cold anger as he said, "Qing Feng, have you picked out your coffin and grave yet? You'll need them tomorrow."

Qing Feng shivered and took a step back, "W-Why, Your Highness, the Princess said I have a strong fate and am not someone who will die easily. I definitely won't need them tomorrow."

He wanted to distance himself from Ye Siheng, perplexed at why the prince was so furious just for mentioning the princess's feelings.

Nanli chuckled and tugged at Ye Siheng's sleeve, "Stop scaring him. He looks like he's going to faint."

Qing Feng nodded vigorously, shooting a grateful look at Nanli.

Ye Siheng kept his eyes fixed on Nanli, reluctant to look away. "A'Li, I was worried you might find me lacking, so I took extra care with my appearance."

He had never been particular about his appearance while traveling, but now he feared that A'Li might be disappointed.