After walking for 20 minutes, Lang Huan started to wonder why the princess's room was so far away.
"Your Highness, where exactly is your room?" she asked, a little suspicious.
"Just straight and turn left," Feng Yao replied casually, resting her head comfortably on Lang Huan's shoulder and closing her eyes.
Lang Huan sighed. "I think we've gone in circles twice already…"
That's when she realized it—Feng Yao was purposely making her walk around in circles!
Feng Yao wasn't heavy, but sleepiness was creeping up on Lang Huan. "Your Highness…" she muttered tiredly.
Feng Yao opened her eyes, smiled, and pointed at the door in front of them. Once they reached it, she kicked it open and walked inside the inner room.
Lang Huan looked around. Feng Yao's room was elegant, filled with luxurious furniture and a soothing incense scent. Carefully, she helped Feng Yao sit on the bed, then knelt down to remove her shoes. As she did, the relaxing fragrance made her even sleepier. Feng Yao watched her movements closely.
Once she was done, Lang Huan pulled the bed curtains shut, enclosing Feng Yao inside. She turned to leave but suddenly stopped.
She glanced back at the bed. Through the silk drapes, she could see a faint silhouette—Feng Yao was undressing.
Suddenly, a smooth, bare arm slipped out from behind the curtain, casually tossing a fur cloak onto the floor. Lang Huan froze, her eyes unconsciously following the movement behind the curtain.
She swallowed hard, feeling her heart beat a little faster.
Just then, A Li's voice startled her. "Young Master…"
Lang Huan jumped and immediately stood up straight. From behind the curtain, Feng Yao's drowsy voice called out, "Lang Huan, are you still here?"
"Oh… no… yes…" Lang Huan stammered, her face instantly turning red with embarrassment.
Feng Yao let out a soft chuckle. "A Li, tell the maids to prepare a guest room and a hot bath for Lang Huan… this little brat smells awful."
A Li covered her mouth to hide a laugh, then nodded and left to make the arrangements.
Meanwhile, Lang Huan frowned. I smell bad? But you were the one snuggling against me so comfortably earlier! she complained silently, feeling a little wronged.
As she walked out, a maid hurriedly ran toward Lang Huan.
"Young Master, your wolf…!"
"Eh?" Lang Huan paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered—Xiao Bai!
Oh my God! When she arrived, Xiao Bai was biting a guard's butt while they struggled to catch him.
Lang Huan ran over and called out, "Xiao Bai, my baby, please stop it!" Then, she smiled apologetically at the guards.
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Finally, Lang Huan could rest after taking Xiao Bai to the warehouse and giving him some delicious meat.
As soon as she entered her room, she went straight to bathe. Warm water touched her jade-like skin, bringing a brief sense of peace.
With gentle movements, she washed herself, her slender fingers gliding from her neck down to her small chest.
Slowly, she closed her eyes and rested her head against the edge of the bathtub. But the moment of calm didn't last long. Warm tears slid down her cheek as memories of the Elite Force soldiers filled her mind.
Lang Huan couldn't stop her tears. So what? She was a woman—crying was natural.
Anger and hatred surged, sending heat rushing through her body. She felt bloodthirsty as she imagined blood splattering from the kidnappers' bodies.
Lang Huan gasped, shocked by the intense emotions rising inside her. Since when did I become like this?
She sat cross-legged in the water, focusing her mind, and began meditating, trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to kill.
But exhaustion weighed heavily on her body. Before she knew it, she slowly drifted into sleep…
Lang Huan woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. Only then did she realize that she had fallen asleep in the bathtub.
She casually got up, dried herself off, and put on her middle garment before walking toward the door.
As soon as she opened it, the bright morning sunlight hit her eyes, making her squint slightly. A maid stood outside, holding five sets of new clothes along with a fur cloak.
"Young Master, Her Highness invites you to join her for breakfast," the maid said respectfully.
Hearing this, Lang Huan felt pleased. Feng Yao is really thoughtful.
She quickly changed into new clothes and tied her hair into a top knot. Not forgetting to check her swollen eyes in the mirror, she sighed in relief that they weren't too puffy.
Just then, a maid arrived and led her to the dining room. Lang Huan walked casually, whistling along the way. Everyone she passed bowed and greeted her respectfully.
Since there were no men living inside the mansion, the maids and female guards couldn't help but steal glances at Lang Huan. With her natural charm and pleasant scent, she easily drew attention.
Seeing Lang Huan walking toward her, Feng Yao smiled and gestured for her to sit without being too formal.
As she looked at Lang Huan, she said, "Wear more layers. Don't catch a cold."
Lang Huan smiled, adjusting her robe slightly. "Alright."
The breakfast spread was lavish, with a variety of meats served. Lang Huan's eyes lit up when she saw it, like a hungry wolf. She devoured the food eagerly, and Feng Yao couldn't help but tease, "You can eat slowly—it's all yours."
Feng Yao picked up some vegetables and meat, placing them in Lang Huan's bowl. She also carefully removed the fish bones before handing the tender meat to her.
Lang Huan noticed that Feng Yao was eating very little. No wonder she's getting thinner.
She also picked up more food and placed it in Feng Yao's bowl. "Your Highness, please eat more," she said seriously.
Then, she put on an exaggeratedly sad face and sighed. "Your Highness is too thin. I'm afraid you might get blown away by the wind. If that happens, where will I even find you?"
A Li and the maids nearby lowered their heads, struggling to hold back their laughter. No one had ever dared to joke with the Eldest Princess—unless they had multiple lives to spare.
There were many maids around, so the Eldest Princess regained her graceful and dignified demeanor. Leaning in slightly, she spoke in a low voice, just loud enough for Lang Huan to hear. "There are many people here. Watch your words."
Lang Huan nodded as if she understood, but the playful smile on her face didn't fade. Instead, she scooted her stool closer to Feng Yao and whispered, "How about this? Now no one can hear us."
Feng Yao remained indifferent to Lang Huan's teasing. Without a change in expression, she casually kicked her calf under the table and murmured, "Are you tired of living?"
Lang Huan let out a silly laugh and rubbed her calf to ease the pain.