Chapter 91: Cruel Prince 40

At that moment, Tang Wan turned sideways and gently placed her fingers against Feng Qitong’s temples, carefully massaging him.

The massage techniques were something she had learned from one of the maids Feng Qitong had previously brought into the Prince’s Mansion.

...

Combined with Tang Wan’s massage, Feng Qitong’s body and mind relaxed rapidly.

Before long, his breathing became steady and even.

Seeing this, Tang Wan finally relaxed.

Then she tucked the blanket around him properly before waving softly toward the maid waiting outside the door.

“Go prepare some chicken soup for His Royal Highness to drink at lunch.”

“And remember to wake me up at noon,” Tang Wan instructed quietly.

The maid nodded respectfully before leaving the bedroom as lightly as possible.

Only then did Tang Wan lie back down again.

Resting her head sideways, she quietly stared at Feng Qitong’s sleeping face.

Even after looking at that face for several months already, Tang Wan still couldn’t help sighing inwardly:

What kind of heavenly appearance is this?

He’s seriously too handsome!

As she continued staring, sleepiness gradually overtook her as well.

Slowly, she closed her eyes.

One of her hands rested lightly against Feng Qitong’s chest.

At that moment, as though sensing something subconsciously, Feng Qitong suddenly lifted one hand and covered hers before instinctively intertwining their fingers together.

...

At noon, Feng Qitong woke up first.

The moment he opened his eyes, he habitually lowered his head toward the person in his arms.

Seeing Tang Wan sleeping quietly against him with such an obedient expression, Feng Qitong immediately curled his lips upward in satisfaction.

His mood became extraordinarily good.

Just then, the maid responsible for waking Tang Wan for lunch entered the room.

After seeing Feng Qitong awake, she hurriedly knelt down.

“This servant greets Your Royal Highness.”

“What are you doing here?” Feng Qitong asked in a low voice, his tone carrying natural authority.

The maid immediately replied carefully:

“The Princess Consort instructed this servant earlier to wake her up at noon for lunch.”

After hearing this, Feng Qitong casually waved his hand, dismissing her.

“This prince knows.”

...

Once the maid left, Feng Qitong lowered his gaze toward Tang Wan again.

Then, a mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Wake her up?

He knew exactly how to do that.

The next second, he lowered his head and kissed Tang Wan directly on the lips.

Not long afterward, he pried open her teeth and deliberately blocked her breathing.

“Mmph...”

Before long, Tang Wan finally opened her eyes from lack of air.

When she saw Feng Qitong smiling down at her, all annoyance from being woken up instantly disappeared.

“Husband, you’re awake?”

“Did you sleep well?” Tang Wan asked.

Feng Qitong smiled and nodded.

“Mm. I slept very well.”

“Holding Wanwan while sleeping really makes this prince feel much better.”

Tang Wan silently twitched the corner of her mouth.

So basically—

he was treating her like a human pillow now?

Though she complained inwardly, she naturally didn’t dare show it openly.

“That’s good,” Tang Wan replied gently.

Then she called outside:

“Someone come prepare lunch.”

Afterward, she turned back toward Feng Qitong.

“I already instructed the kitchen to stew chicken soup.”

“Husband, you need to drink at least two bowls later.”

Feng Qitong smiled faintly.

He greatly enjoyed this feeling of being cared for by her.

“Alright.”

...

Lunch was quickly served.

Tang Wan personally ladled a bowl of chicken soup for Feng Qitong.

For some reason, Feng Qitong felt as though the soup had been infused with heavenly nectar itself.

The flavor seemed infinitely better than usual.

It tasted exceptionally delicious.

After finishing the meal, Feng Qitong suddenly said:

“Wanwan, war has already broken out at the border.”

“At the end of this month, this prince will likely head there personally.”

This time, Zhao State’s attack had come fiercely and aggressively.

Handling the situation would likely not be easy.

And coupled with Tang Qingzhu’s strange predictions—

only by going personally could he truly feel reassured.

Tang Wan slowly set down her chopsticks before looking directly at him.

“Then...”

“Can I go with you?”

The moment those words left her mouth, Feng Qitong fixed his gaze directly onto her.

Tang Wan’s heart instantly tightened.

Did she say something she shouldn’t have?