At those words, a flicker of astonishment crossed Hua Wuhen's handsome face. He snapped his folding fan back and forth, finally unable to contain his anger. "Fang Qianyuan? What arrogance!"
He was a philanderer by nature and had roamed freely among the flowers for years. He had his own methods for dealing with women, but that did not mean he could get along with men.
Indeed, his constant pursuit of women had earned him no shortage of romantic rivals.
He regarded Fang Qianyuan as one of them.
Especially when he looked toward Wen Qingfei again and discovered that she, too, was looking at Fang Qianyuan.
Wen Qingfei's cheeks were faintly flushed, her eyes full of anticipation. She seemed delighted that he had stepped forward of his own accord.
Hua Wuhen was a veteran of the flower gardens. How could he fail to see that this innocent, captivating young lady of the Wen clan was distinctly fond of Fang Qianyuan?
That fondness might not yet be romantic. She might not even have realized it herself. But barring anything unexpected, it would surely deepen as they spent more time together. This was precisely how affection blossomed with time!
"Another knight guarding a flower? With your cultivation, you dare run your mouth before me? You're courting death!"
Hua Wuhen snorted coldly. His body remained still, but his other arm, hidden inside his sleeve, trembled almost imperceptibly, as though he were forming a spell seal and gathering spirit essence.
An invisible, traceless fragrance immediately drifted into Fang Qianyuan's nose.
"What's that smell?" Fang Qianyuan paused, then immediately understood and flew into a rage as well. "A stupefying incense! You dare attack me?"
Hua Wuhen had taken him for an ordinary knight protecting a flower and intended to knock him unconscious with a secret floral