A sudden melodious yet mournful song reached Mo Qingli’s ears. As it turned out, jiangs.h.i.+ needed very little sleep; furthermore, for a ten-thousand year old jiangs.h.i.+ like Mo Qingli, she practically could get away with no sleep at all.

Mo Qingli opened her eyes slowly. Hearing the sound of singing, within her eyes flashed a trace of blood-thirsty light; even she herself did not realize it.

Pus.h.i.+ng open the door to the room, Mo Qingli followed the direction from where the song was coming from. Standing by the doorway Yue Yao tightly followed behind. Seeing that the princess was walking towards the direction of the fourth advisor, she couldn’t help but reveal a face of doubt; didn’t the princess, after that incident, extremely loathe the fourth advisor? Not even the fourth advisor singing was allowed, saying that it made her moody. How come when the princess heard the singing today, she unexpectedly had an enchanted expression?

From a distance, Mo Qingli caught sight of the singing man, who was wearing a set of black clothing, standing still, loose fringes of hair cascading down his back, and furrowing his eyebrows. Under his aquiline nose were two thin petal-like lips that were arranged in a smile, currently closed; the melodious and mellow singing was emitted from this place.

“Yue Yao, who is he?” Mo Qingli racked her brains to go through the memories that still remained with her host body, gathering all the information that seemed relevant to this. Unfortunately, the memories fragments inside were too much in disarray. Furthermore, Mo Qingli could no longer use her magic power as she pleased, as every time she used her own magic power, her body would become weaker. Therefore, as having no other choice than this, Mo Qingli did not want to rashly use magic power.

Having heard what was said, Yue Yao stared foolishly at Mo Qingli. How come the princess did not remember even the fourth advisor?

“Yes?” Mo Qingli, seeing Yue Yao’s blank expression, had some impatience.

Yue Yao immediately responded, deferentially answering: “Princess, he is the fourth advisor, Feng Chenling.”

“Feng Chenling…” Mo Qingli muttered this to herself, rubbing her abdomen; it seemed that she was hungry now. Towards Feng Chenling’s direction, she could not help but release a “rumbling” sound, swallowing a mouthful of saliva. He, looked like he would taste very good.

Feng Chenling heard the sound within his surroundings, knowing that somebody had come. Closing his lips, he stopped singing, and raised his head: “Who is it?”

His voice gracefully trickled through the air, making the people who heard it feel like they were currently in the scorching summertime, a sweet and cleansing feeling.

“It is the princess.” Yue Yao stood to Mo Qingli’s side, replying on behalf of of her. Seeing Mo Qingli’s gaze towards Feng Chenling, within her indifferent expression a faint trace of excitement, inside her heart she secretly sighed. It seemed that in this regard the princess’s love, as before, had not changed; the fourth advisor was about to suffer another calamity.

When Feng Chenling heard the two words “the princess”, both his shoulders could not help but tremble; he showed no sign of courtesy, but did not open his mouth either.

“Feng Chenling,” Mo Qingli said to the man in front of her, walking forwards, “your singing is very pleasant to hear.”

Feng Chenling was obviously shocked when Mo Qingli told him that “your singing is very pleasant to hear.”, lifting his eyes, before immediately lowering them afterwards. Is this another way for her to ridicule me?

In the split second that he raised his eyes, Mo Qingli was shocked. On the originally delicate and pretty face, in the position where the eyes should be were instead two deep and sunken holes. Mo Qingli’s clothing suddenly began to billow in the wind, her entire body emitting a formidable strength, the expression on her face enough to terrify most people. Yue Yao backed away from Mo Qingli a few steps, able to sense the chilliness that permeated her entire body to the bone.

“Who did it?” Intermixed with her low voice was a trace of rage.

Feng Chenling coldly humphed. “You already know the answer.”

“Who, did, it?” Mo Qingli disregarded Feng Chenling, turning her head to look towards Yue Yao, both her eyes filled with fury.