Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant's First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine Chapter 18

Edited by: Kouksan, Al-Farouk

Chapter 18 And How Are You Going to Scold This Prince?

Nan Yan looked at him muddleheaded, and thought she was dreaming. After a long time she mumbled:

"Your Highness……. Yan w.a.n.g?"

"Exactly, it is this Prince."

"…."

Both of them looked at each other for quite a while, both not saying a word. Ye Zheng then walked in and said:

"w.a.n.gye, this issue, let this ‘little one' take care of it."

Zhu Feng looked at Nan Yan again, then stood up and walked to the side of the chair.

Nan Yan leaned against the head of the bed  and turned to look up. At this time, Ye Zheng sat in front of the bed. While laughing he said:

"This young lady looks very hungry. Eat first, afterwards you can speak.”

He was very young and had a handsome face. Especially when he laughed, his eyes were curved. Giving her a gentle and affectionate feeling, even a stranger could feel it. Well, it could not be helped since his smile was that attractive.

Nan Yan took a glimpse at him, then lowered her head and looked at the bowl of porridge in his hands.

"……"

Ye Zheng felt that she was still somewhat embarra.s.sed, so he tried feeding her with care. When Nan Yan opened her mouth and took a sip, she immediately choked.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough……."

At this moment, there was pain in her stomach, like a knife was twisting around and the taste of the porridge stimulated her entire body into trembling.

Ye Zheng patted her back and so that she would not be made at him, said:

"Is this a little better."

Nan Yan did not speak and only looked up, her eyes red from coughing and her expression telling that she was hungry and thirsty.

Seeing that the girl was really hungry, Ye Zheng hurried to feed her more porridge.

After eating half of the porridge, Nan Yan finally felt sober.

Ye Zheng pa.s.sed her a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, then left to put the empty bowl aside. Nan Yan wiped the corners of her mouth and looked up again. She found Zhu Feng sitting on the chair beside her. His gaze remaining the same and his eyes were still cold, looking at her.

She put down her hand and softly spoke:

"Many thanks to Your Highness, Yan w.a.n.g."

Zhu Feng coldly spoke:

"Now after thanking this Prince. How are you going to scold this Prince this time?"

"……"

Nan Yan was stupefied. Before, at the Emperor's Qin Palace she had thanked him many times for rescuing her. But soon after leaving the Qin Palace, because of him wantonly slaughtering innocent people. She anxiously said those words without thinking.

It seems that he has come to find trouble with her.

Just a sec ago, Ye Zheng had pulled a thin blanket over her, and she unconsciously clenched the corner before softly whispering:

"Nan Yan does not dare to."

"Not daring to. It does not mean that your heart does not dare to."

Zhu Feng stood up from the chair, and slowly walked to the bed, before looking down at her:

“In your heart, you still feel that you are right. Am I right?”

".…"

"Is it or is it not?"

Listening to his voice closely interrogating her, Ye Zheng could not help but look back while heading to put the empty bowl on the table. He looked at the little girl who was unconscious just a while ago. At present, she was curled up on the bed looking extremely frail under the pressure of Yan w.a.n.g. Like a little rabbit under the paw of a tiger. He could tear her up with a little effort, but she kept saying nothing.

All she has to do is say “no”, is it not easy for her?

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Ye Zheng also felt that the situation was unbearable. He hurriedly put down the bowl and was about to change the subject. When he heard the young lady with her head bowed. A little, indescribable, voice whispered:

"Your Highness thinks that I am wrong?”

Zhu Feng brows suddenly knitted.

End of Chapter.

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