Not long after everyone boarded the Nine Phoenix Spirit Boat, Feng Ming followed Qin Jiuge step by step into a small room.
As for what would happen next, it seemed to be something everyone had anticipated from the start—something they could even call a welcome sight.
"You think they're now..."
Sima Lang had barely begun when Wang Jian immediately shook his head and made a shushing gesture, pressing his middle finger to his lips with an exceptionally solemn expression. "Do you want to be thrown off the boat?"
At Wang Jian's words, Sima Lang promptly shut his mouth.
No matter how clever he was, he did not dare to speak carelessly at a time like this.
Thus, the two companions silently stood outside the cabin room, while inside, it was naturally another world entirely.
Feng Ming stood with her arms folded, her gaze seemingly cool and detached, yet faintly tinged with unease, as though Qin Jiuge were some flood beast or savage monster in her eyes.
"I'm telling you, I'm not that kind of woman. Even if I'm your concubine maid now, I absolutely won't submit to you."
"Don't forget about my Your Highness. If you dare do anything improper, once my Your Highness comes out, she will definitely..."
Feng Ming reached this point and found herself unable to continue.
By then, even if her Your Highness came out, she probably could not do anything to Qin Jiuge. After all, no matter how one put it, her Your Highness and he were family.
She, on the other hand, was more like an outsider.
Thinking of this, Feng Ming felt even more stifled. Looking at Qin Jiuge again, she wished she could swallow him whole. How could there be so many unfair things in this world?
How was a little girl