As she listened to Chen Xinlu’s words, Feng Tianlan frowned slightly. “The Demon King likes Princess Zhao Yang?”
Wasn’t Princess Zhao Yang really Sister Lin?
Upon seeing Feng Tianlan frown, Chen Xinlu thought she had hit a nerve, and started gloating. “The Demon King went to the palace in person to send the letter to Princess Zhao Yang. It’s a secret love poem.”
With that, she started reciting the poem out loud, “Smug and mirthful countenance, dark eyes gaze at the distance. Why is there sorrow over star-crossed love when everything is crystal clear in the palace.”
Upon hearing this poem, Feng Tianlan couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “It really seems like a love poem.”
“It’s a nuanced love poem. Lin is the surname of Princess Zhaoyang, and this poem praises Princess Zhaoyang for her beauty. Because she is separated from him by the palace wall, he feels sorrow, so he wants to get away from the palace and elope with the princess.” Chen Xinlu explained the meaning of this poem, then said to Feng Tianlan mockingly, “It’s obvious you aren’t well educated since you can’t even comprehend such a beautiful yet easy to understand love poem.”
Feng Tianlan glanced at Chen Xinlu indifferently with a smile.
She wrote this poem with Sister Lin when she was a child. Dai and Lin referred to her and Sister Lin. The wording was originally “Me Dai and Lin”, but Sister Lin didn’t like how it sounded, so she changed the wording.
This poem was nowhere nearly as meaningful as Chen Xinlu made it out to be, and was completely playful in nature. They wanted to put both of their names in one poem to express how despite not being biological sisters, their relationship was as intimate as blood sisters.
Now, this poem of sisterhood was made out to be a love poem, so how could she not laugh.
“So, don’t even think about marrying the Demon King. And you dare claim that you’re Demon King’s fiancée? If others exposed your lie, they would tell you how shameless you are.” What a big fat joke.
Feng Tianlan simply laughed. No one knew about this poem except her and Sister Lin, so she had included this poem in her letter as a will, and in the letter she told her not to marry Shen Yunya.
Mobai brought this letter to the Xuantian Continent and sent it to Sister Lin.
Yet she never expected someone to treat it as Mobai’s love poem to Sister Lin. How ludicrous!
Shi Yiqing simply thought it was Feng Tianlan seeking bittersweet joy amidst sorrow, and he comforted her gently, “Lady Feng should stop saying such a thing. If you’re heard, the joke itself is a trivial matter, but if the Demon King hears of it, someone could die.”
Even in the Western Yuan Kingdom, he had heard of how terrifying the Demon King was.
Feng Tianlan didn’t explain herself anymore. It was unnecessary to explain when they were already convinced of their assumptions.
Perhaps it was because she said that Si Mobai was her fiancé, so Chen Xinlu felt that she was delusional and wanted to take advantage of her beauty to rise in stature. Because Chen Xinlu thought Feng Tianlan probably wasn’t interested in Shi Yiqing, so she was less hostile towards her besides calling her a toad from time to time.
Chen Xinlu, who was in a much better mood, held Shi Yiqing’s arm and said coquettishly, “Brother Qing, I want to eat red-tailed chicken.”
“You’ve already let it go, yet now you want to eat it?” Shi Yiqing glared at her, then asked Feng Tianlan, “Would Lady Feng like to eat it? It wouldn’t be too late to grab one now.”
“No,” Feng Tianlan refused indifferently.
“Brother Qing, what she wants to eat is swan meat. How could she reduce her beauty by eating red-tailed chicken.” Chen Xinlu sized up Feng Tianlan. “But with her status, a lowly Dark Supreme doesn’t deserve to eat red-tailed chicken.”
Feng Tianlan glanced at her, then curled her lips saying, “Go, White Cutie-pie.”