Chapter 52
Before Feng Jiao Xue could step into the shadowed corridor leading away from the arena, a voice rang out, sharp and laced with authority.
"Hold on a moment, Feng Jiao Xue" A calm voice spoke up from the stands.
The owner of the voice was a beauty to behold. With long lashes that hoods his eyes, high cheekbones that makes him even more regal, thin lips pursed into a scowl as. His green robes embroidered with clear, vivid leaves, not a single fold misplaced.
The crowd looked up at the source of the voice and a hush falling over the arena. All eyes turned to the figure who had risen from his seat in the VIP section. The Third Prince, Liang Xian, stood tall, his expression one of disbelief, a finger pointed accusingly toward Feng Jiao Xue.
Feng Jiao Xue hid her distaste, Amongst the princes, the previous her had despised the third prince very much. He often looks like a proper noble, in terms of manners, presentations and such, the prince was a perfect prince. Helpful, polite, well-bred, and talented.
But feng Jiao Xue knew otherwise. The third prince hides his distain and ridicule behind perfectly arched smiles and his lies and darkness beneath the luster of his eyes.
Only Feng Jiao Xue who have seen nothing but those expressions all her life noticed the peculiarity behind the prince’s smile but timdily, she simply curled in on herself, afraid to speak up.
But the prince was perceptive enough to know, he never managed to fool Feng Jiao Xue and this was a blemish to him and such, whenever they crossed path. He would make sure that her cousins and his admirers amongst the members and servants saw his ’kindness’ towards her, always provoking their jealousy and in turn, troubling Feng Jiao Xue.
Feng Jiao Xue’s gaze met Liang Xian. His bright eyes were filled with suspicion, and though his posture remained poised, there was an unmistakable tension in his every movement. Feng Jiao Xue’s heart hammered, but she kept her breathing steady. What ever these fool is trying to play, she will not allow him to ruin her play, not this one.
This is her stage and this prince will not take it from her. Feng Jiao Xue inwardly smirked infusing one of her needles with magic and Qi.
’I haven’t even remembered you and yet your already barking for my retribution’