Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Chu Yueli's heart turned cold.

The King of Ink was only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time.

A young man on a white horse, full of vigor and ambition.

She was quite young at the time, but she had already heard of the name of the King of Ink.

The most handsome man in the capital.

Why did even Lu Fengjin think that if they ruined Mo Wang's appearance, Mo Wang would definitely seek revenge when he returned?

That's because, back then, King Mo was so handsome that he was famous throughout the country.

His face was disfigured in the Northern Frontier because Chu Yueli had tricked him into coming from the Qizhou battlefield to the Northern Frontier, where he was then trapped and unable to escape.

“I had no intention of harming Your Highness. Back then, I just wanted Your Highness to leave the Qizhou battlefield to Prince Jin.”

Chu Yueli wasn't trying to shirk her responsibility, but the Northern Frontier was in such chaos back then that someone had to step in and quell it.

Between Prince Jin and Prince Mo, she chose to let Prince Mo stay in the slightly safer Qizhou.

Ultimately, it was because Chu Yueli knew that the Northern Frontier was extremely dangerous, and those who went there might not return safely.

Finally, Prince Jin returned triumphantly from Qizhou and became a war god.

King Mo remained trapped in the northern frontier for five years.

"You really like Lu Fengjin?" Lu Beimo asked without even lifting his eyelids.

Before Chu Yueli could answer, he said, "I want to hear the truth."

"I used to like him a lot." That's why she was willing to be an enemy of the whole world for Lu Fengjin.

Lu Beimo frowned, finally opened his eyes, and stared at her face, which was so fair and delicate in the moonlight that it was flawless: "And now?"

Chu Yueli did not answer this question.

Lu Beimo's eyes grew even deeper: "Did you find me useful today?"

"Feel sorry……"

"I don't mind if you use it, you can use it however you like, but I don't like my woman thinking about other men."

“Your Highness, firstly, I am not your woman, and secondly, I have no feelings for any other man,” Chu Yueli immediately corrected.

Lu Beimo raised an eyebrow: "If you weren't thinking of him, why would you use me to provoke him?"

Chu Yueli pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Because... I'm not convinced."

Lu Beimo stared intently at her face again: "Why?"

“He often says that no one will want me in the future, and I am naturally not convinced. However, I don’t usually care, but I acted impulsively today.”

This time, Lu Beimo's gaze towards her held a more complex glint.

He didn't know how long he had been watching when he suddenly curled his lips into a smile: "Heh, so it turns out you can be willful too."

Chu Yueli really wanted to roll her eyes at him, but this time, she held back.

Lu Beimo, however, continued to look at her and smile.

Who doesn't have a bit of pride in their heart?

Chu Yueli was just a seventeen-year-old girl.

It's understandable that such a beautiful girl would feel resentful, as Lu Fengjin constantly tells her that no one wants her.

However, she is usually too intelligent and more rational and calm than most of her peers, so her proud little temper has not been put aside.

"Then, do you still like him?" Lu Beimo asked again.

Chu Yueli pouted but didn't answer the question.

No answer.

If I tell him I like him, he'll definitely get angry; if I tell him I don't, he might keep bothering me.

"Your Highness, whether I like him or not is none of your business. It's getting late. Since Your Highness is in a better mood, please go back to your residence and rest."

Lu Beimo, however, continued to stare at her: "How do you know I'm in a good mood?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know, Your Highness, please..."

Chu Yueli's words were stuck deep in her throat, and she couldn't squeeze out a single syllable.

Because she saw that the King of Ink turned over, found a more comfortable position, and closed his eyes to face her.

It looks like she's about to go to sleep.

"Your Majesty..."

Lu Beimo didn't even blink, his voice slightly hoarse from drinking: "I'm very sleepy. Would you like me to sleep in your boudoir tonight, or here?"