Chapter 7: What a pity, a handsome man is right before me, yet I am denied the pleasure of seeing him

Based on her keen powers of observation and her calm, composed temperament, if this girl were placed in his own era, she would undoubtedly be an outstanding assassin.

However, why didn't this girl question him publicly? Instead, why did she give him a reminder so quietly and subtly?

"Feng Qingcheng?" A man's voice sounded quite astonished, followed by an unmistakable sense of intimacy. "Could she be the sole survivor of General Feng?"

Feng Qingcheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat. How did this suddenly involve some "General Feng" and a "sole survivor"?

Hailan hurriedly raised her head and replied respectfully, "To answer Prince Zhen, my master is indeed the late General Feng..."

"But what is happening now? Why are you in such a sorry state?"

Hailan's words paused momentarily before she replied somewhat timidly, "My young lady just accidentally fell into the water..."

"So she was the one who fell in?" Prince Zhen's gentle voice sounded relieved in her ear. "I had heard that someone had fallen unconscious from drowning while trying to save another, and Her Majesty the Empress is currently summoning imperial physicians to treat them... I was just thinking of heading over to take a look, but I didn't expect to run into you all here..."

Feng Qingcheng practically wanted to curse. She was lying here half-dead, and yet this conversation was still going on.

Amidst her inner resentment, she suddenly felt a pair of slender fingers pressed against her forehead.

"Her forehead is very hot; she must have caught a chill... Zhen Jiu, go to the Empress and see if there are any idle imperial physicians, and bring one over..."

As he spoke, Feng Qingcheng felt herself being pulled into someone's arms.

"Where are you staying? This Prince will send you back..."

The man's unique scent wafted toward her. Feng Qingcheng struggled to open her eyes, looking curiously at the Prince before her.

This Prince Zhen exuded a very obvious aura of righteous dignity from head to toe.

His sword-like eyebrows were as sweeping as flight, and his bright eyes shone like pearls, glistening vividly under the sunlight. He had a high bridge to his nose, a balanced and noble countenance, and a faint smile on his white teeth that contained the inherent nobility of a ruler.

Such a handsome man possessed not a shred of effeminacy; instead, he carried a sunny aura that made people feel incredibly close to him.

It was an approachable aura—a gentle, affable power that gave people the sensation of touching warm, smooth jade.

Such a feeling was a rare quality of affinity among kings and rulers.

A person like this possessed a natural, magical charm for winning the hearts of the people.

The deep blue of his clothing further lent him a sense of clarity and cleanliness, an irresistible charm that made one want to draw near.

This man possessed both the wise air of a decision-maker and the peaceful power of a man of the people; he seemed destined to be born a king of high status.

It was a pity; with such a beautiful man before her, Feng Qingcheng lacked the strength to even feast her eyes upon him.

The sensation of weakness spreading through her very bones made her surrender completely.

In her final moment of consciousness, she finally felt the comfortable sensation of touching a bed.

And on her wrist, it felt as though someone had tied a gentle object.

The last thing swirling in her mind were the man's gentle words.

"General Feng sacrificed his life for the country; the descendants he left behind deserve to be well cared for... In the future, if there is anything you need this Prince's help with, feel free to come to the Prince Zhen Mansion to find me... When the time comes, use these Phoenix Butterfly Jade Pendants as tokens, and I will naturally know it is you..."