Feng Xian had not expected the King of Northern Frontier to come and pick her up personally. "Your Highness, why have you come?"
The King of Northern Frontier looked worried. "I heard from the servants that you were unwell. I was worried about you and came to see you specially."
Hearing this, Feng Xian felt a strange, indescribable feeling, yet it brought her some joy. "Your Highness, you really didn't need to come."
"I'm worried about you," the King of Northern Frontier said, looking at her with piercing eyes.
Feng Xian was taken aback, her heart inexplicably skipping a beat.
"Miss Feng..."
"Your... Your Highness, didn't you say you wanted to take me sightseeing?" Feng Xian dodged aside.
She realized that when the King of Northern Frontier approached, her heart beat faster, which left her feeling flustered.
When the King of Northern Frontier moved away from her, she felt a sense of loss. What was happening to her?
Inside the carriage, Feng Xian pondered these thoughts.
When the carriage stopped, she alighted and looked at the scenery outside, a little surprised. It was a sight unseen in the Feng Yin clan, hidden beneath the desert.
"Miss Feng, how is it?"
"It's very good," Feng Xian replied.
"I discovered this scenery by chance and thought of bringing someone here one day. Miss Feng, do you know who that person is?"
Feng Xian's body trembled. She instinctively looked up and saw the King of Northern Frontier put his arm around her waist. "Miss Feng, from the first moment I saw you, I felt that you were the one destined to accompany me in ruling vast territories. Only you are worthy."
"Your Highness, you should seek Ling'er. She is the clan leader, while I..."
The King of Northern Frontier chuckled and whispered, "But I only like you..."
Feng Xian felt her heart skip half a beat. The King of Northern Frontier actually said he liked her.
He hadn't said he liked Feng Ling, but her.
In her previous sixteen years, she and Feng Ling were together, and everyone liked Feng Ling. Although she was more beautiful than Feng Ling and had better martial skills, she never received any recognition.
Everyone liked Feng Ling.
But here, sixteen years later, someone said he liked her, and even when she stood beside Feng Ling, he only had eyes for her.
Feng Xian's eyes flickered. "Your Highness, are you just saying this to make me happy? I've been accustomed to this for so many years."
The King of Northern Frontier suddenly embraced her and asked, "Can you hear my heart beating for you? Do you hear it?"
The powerful heartbeat thumped against her ears, as if it would leap out.
"Xian'er, people can lie, but a heartbeat cannot. It beats for you."
"Your Highness, do you know that I don't easily accept anyone? But if I do accept someone, I hope they will never betray me, otherwise..."
She pointed at his chest with her finger. "I will pierce their heart with my sword."
"Xian'er, I will never betray you..."
Feng Xian lost herself in love and desire. In the carriage on the way back, she nestled in his embrace. "Your Highness, please don't betray me..."
"I will not betray you..." the King of Northern Frontier said.
Upon returning to the royal residence, Feng Xian was helped by her maid to her room. Before she could even sit down, she sensed someone in the room.
She was startled. She could usually sense people's presence, but what was happening today?
"Who is it? Come out?" Feng Xian said coldly.
Feng Ling emerged from the shadows and saw the traces of passion on Feng Xian's neck. "Sister, you..."
Feng Xian instinctively lowered her head, looking at the red marks on her neck, and quickly tightened her collar.
"You've been deflowered?" Feng Ling asked in surprise.
Feng Xian frowned. "What's so surprising? I've already come of age."
Feng Ling urged, "With whom?"
Feng Xian remained silent.
Feng Ling pressed, "Is it the King of Northern Frontier?"
Feng Xian's lips curved slightly upwards. Feng Ling sighed. "Second Sister, you still haven't listened to my advice."
Hearing this, Feng Xian's expression turned much colder. "Listen to you? I've come of age; I don't need to listen to anyone."
"Second Sister, haven't you noticed your martial skills have regressed considerably?"
Feng Xian trembled and frowned. "Feng Ling, what have you done?"
"Second Sister, have you forgotten? The Grand Elder said that our martial arts would weaken after being deflowered."
Feng Xian then remembered that the Grand Elder seemed to have said so, but she had dismissed it as a joke at the time and never believed it.
However, the words spoken just now were validated. It was indeed true.
"So what?" Feng Xian didn't want to believe that her martial skills would weaken after being deflowered. She refused to believe it.
"Second Sister, you wouldn't have said this before, nor would you be so indifferent now."
The former Feng Xian cared greatly, so much so that she tried her best not to be too outstanding, lest it hurt Second Sister's self-esteem.
"I don't need that anymore." She cared so much back then because she knew that if she didn't, no one would notice her. She didn't want to be ignored; she wanted to be remembered.
But now, someone was willing to care about her, willing to cherish her, and that was enough.
"Second Sister..." Feng Ling couldn't believe that such words would come from someone who had once practiced martial arts so diligently.
"Alright, if you've come to advise me, there's no need. I don't require it."
Feng Xian said coldly.
Feng Ling stood up and looked at Feng Xian. "Second Sister, finally, I still want to advise you. Think about the fate of the Fifth Elder."
"I won't end up like the Fifth Elder. I am not the Fifth Elder, and the King of Northern Frontier is Xue Wen Jie."
"Second Sister, take care of yourself!" Feng Ling stood up and left.
Feng Xian stood up and threw everything on the table onto the floor. "Why? The things I worked so hard to obtain, you trample on them so carelessly? Why?"
"Miss Feng, she's jealous!"
Feng Xian was stunned and looked up at the young maid. "Are you saying you're jealous of me?"
The young maid nodded. "My King is such an outstanding person. Who wouldn't be jealous upon seeing him?"
Hearing this, Feng Xian's heart filled with sweetness. "What is His Highness doing now?"
She suddenly wanted to see him.
"Miss Feng, His Highness is handling matters. He should be here once he's finished," the young maid said.
Feng Xian nodded. It wasn't until midnight that the King of Northern Frontier arrived late.
She quickly got out of bed to greet him. Seeing her barefoot, the King of Northern Frontier's expression was displeased, and he reprimanded the maid beside her. "How are you serving?"
"Your Highness, please don't blame them. I was too anxious and forgot to put on my shoes."
"Xian'er, take good care of yourself, understand?" She saw the tender affection in his eyes.
Her heart felt sweet. "Your Highness, I will."
"Xian'er, you waited this late for me?" The King of Northern Frontier looked somewhat surprised.
"I couldn't sleep alone," Feng Xian said, lowering her eyes and blushing.
A hint of mockery flashed across the King of Northern Frontier's expression before quickly disappearing. "Me too."
Saying this, he bent down, scooped her up, and walked towards the bed.