Meeting Qian Ruolin

As she was about to leave, she saw a pair of young men and women entering the restaurant. The man was wearing a bright yellow robe. Her facial features were average compared to the woman standing next to him. Arrogance and the sense of superiority on his face destroyed all his noble aura.

Wearing a white peony dress, the woman looked like a beautiful white lotus flower. Her whole body was filled with infinite charm. Her gentle and graceful nature could make many youths' hearts beat faster. Her watery eyes could instill a protective feeling in the hearts of the crowd.

They were Crown prince Chen ming and the Young miss of prime minister manor Qian roulin.

When Qian roulin saw Feng Yue standing in front of the counter, she was shocked and blurted out:

"How can you be here?"

Qian roulin thought that Feng Yue died in the misty forest. She sent three assassins to kill her. Although their cultivation was not high, Feng Yue was just an ordinary person without any cultivation. How could she escape from their hands?

"Where should I be then, Miss Qian?" Feng Yue replied. There was a smile on her face.

Qian Roulin's face turned pale upon hearing this. Then she thought that Feng Yue might not know that those assassins were sent by her. She looked at Feng Yue pitifully and said:

"Sister Yue, I was just asking how you are. I haven't seen you for a while."

"Would you like to have lunch with us?"

"No thanks." Feng Yue knows what Qian roulin was trying to do. She wanted to make her feel jealous and, at the same time, can maintain her reputation of being 'gentle and kind'. She didn't want to waste her time with such people. Chen Ming is just a stranger to her, and feeling jealous for him.

"Ha Ha Ha... He has no good looks, no good body shape, and even his cultivation is lower than hers. Is such a person worthy of her jealousy? Except for his status as crown prince, what is he? Only Qian ruolin would regard him as a treasure. Her man should not only be beautiful in appearance but also should be the best in cultivation. And most importantly, he will only love her in his entire life. She couldn't tolerate a third person in her relationship."

Suddenly she thought of the handsome man he had saved in the misty forest.

"What was his name? Yeah, Mo Ye."

"Why am I thinking about him? I might be affected by linger's chitchat."

Soon, She heard Qian Ruolin's voice and woke up in a daze.

"Sister Yue, His royal highness, and I are just friends. There is nothing ambiguous between us." Her voice was filled with grievance, and reluctance could be seen on her face.

Feng Yue was puzzled to hear this. Why should she care if there is something between them? Then, looking at Chen Ming's face, she got the answer.

Hearing this, Chen Ming's face turned ugly. He was looking at her with disgust. He put his one arm around Qian Roulin's waist and said softly to her in a gentle tone:

"lin'er, You don't have to hide anything from others. I only love you, and only you can be my wife. During the birthday party of the royal father, I will ask the royal father to annul the engagement with her."

Upon hearing this, Qian Ruolin was happy in her heart, but to maintain her 'gentle and kind' image, she said to Chen Ming:

"But, Your Highness, what about Sister Yue? She loved you since childhood. I can't let her be wronged."

Listening to this, Chen Ming was enraged. He sneered:

"Just because she is general Feng's granddaughter, I have to marry her. That trash doesn't even have the qualifications to become my concubine. You don't have to worry about her."

Qian roulin looked at Feng Yue and said in a pitiful tone:

"Sister Yue, I am sorry. I just love His highness. I hope you don't make things difficult for us."

She nestled in the arms of Chen Ming and looked at him with a tender and affectionate gaze. Chen Ming's heart melted seeing her like this.

On the surface, it seems like Qian roulin is just apologizing to her, but she was inciting Chen Ming that Feng Yue is making things difficult for her. Feng Yue was speechless seeing the face-changing skill of Qian ruolin.

It also aroused public anger. People were pointing fingers at her while cursing her.

Feng Yue was amused watching the display of affection between Chen Ming and Qian ruolin. It was a kind of entertainment to her. It was as if she was watching a TV drama on earth. She didn't spoke from beginning to end, but here she becomes a ruthless woman, separating lovers from getting together.

Then Chen Ming's eyes were focused on Feng Yue.

"What are you trash doing here? It's not the place anyone can enter."

"Is this place Your highness crown prince's property? How come I don't know."

Feng Yue replied, looking at them with a cold smile.

Chen Ming choked after he heard Feng Yue's reply.

Then Feng Yue saw her personal maid Zi lan on the street. She was walking toward her. When she saw people pointing fingers at Feng Yue, her anger flared up.

"If you dare to say anything unpleasant about my miss, I will hit you so hard that even your parents will not recognize you." Zi lan threatened the crowd.

Seeing her murderous aura, people couldn't help but take a step back. No one dares to talk anymore. Although Zi Lan was just a personal maid to Feng Yue, everyone in the imperial city knew that General Feng treated her like his granddaughter. Her cultivation talent and appearance were also the best. At the age of fifteen, she was in the fifth stage of Qi refining. This kind of talent was only slightly less than Qian Ruolin, the most talented girl in the kingdom. Had she not been a maidservant, many men would have come to marry her as their wife.

Feng Yue was the inverse scale of Zi lan. This could be because Feng Yu had brought her to the general's manor when she was starving on the streets. If she saw someone bullying Feng Yu, she would teach them a harsh lesson. They were just ordinary people. How could they bear her anger?

Seeing Zi lan protecting her, Feng Yue felt slightly complicated. She said to Zi lan:

"Well, we don't have to pay attention to them. Let's go."

Feng Yu didn't pay any attention to them then. She grabbed Zi Lan's hand, brushed past the crowd, and left the restaurant. In her eyes, they were just some jumping clowns. Instead of wasting time with them, she might as well put that time into cultivation.

Chen Ming was a little taken aback by Feng Yu's disregard for him. In her eyes, Feng Yu should have begged her not to cancel the engagement, but nothing happened. He felt slightly uncomfortable. Chen Ming didn't think about it more. He snorted and headed inside the restaurant with Qian roulin.