Inside.
Once the empress dowager and her son were gone, Feng Wu and Jun Linyuan were all by themselves.
Feng Wu stared at Jun Linyuan.
But the crown prince merely lay very still on the bed.
Feng Wu smiled a little.
Even Master Chu had noticed it, so how could she not? Jun Linyuan had done it on purpose.
She kept her gaze on Jun Linyuan's face. "How long are you going to keep doing this?"
Jun Linyuan slowly opened his eyes.
His brooding eyes looked like bottomless pits, and they reminded Feng Wu of the coldest ice. He met Feng Wu's gaze and didn't look disturbed at all.
However, he still wouldn't release her hand.
Feng Wu stared at him. "Let go."
There was something intimidating about the look in Jun Linyuan's eyes. The teenager still struck one as the most influential figure in the empire, even when he was bedridden.
Feng Wu lowered her voice. "Jun Linyuan, can you let go of my hand now?"
