Princess Yue was sitting in the study room while perusing a bamboo scroll. 

“Creak.” Feiyun opened the door with his eyes right on her: “You shouldn’t be touching the Divine King Faction’s things.”

“I’m also part of the faction now, why can’t I?” Long Cangyue slightly looked up to glance at him, still holding the scroll.

Feiyun walked up and took it from her then returned it to the shelf: “You are only my fiancee right now, still not the King Consort.”

Her eyes were deep like two dark lakes with an evil affinity: “I’ll be part of this faction sooner or later, Feng Feiyun, don’t think that you still have a chance to run from me back to your Nangong Hongyan since our wedding day is still a year away. Stop daydreaming.”

“Pa!” Feiyun’s body flashed and appeared again in front of her. He grabbed her neck and said: “I don’t care if you are Ji Cangyue or Long Cangyue. It’s your business that you want to be the King Consort but I’m not interested in this position...