He suddenly looked up, and his eyes shone like stars.
He gave Feng Wu a most sincere look. “Do you really dislike the status of the seventh prince?”
Feng Wu looked at him in bewilderment. “Yes.”
Somehow, she found his tone rather serious.
Jun Linyun seemed to have made up his mind, and he suddenly clenched his fists. “I don’t like him either.”
Feng Wu looked perplexed.
He stared at Feng Wu. “Will you like him if he’s not the seventh prince?!”
Feng Wu asked, “What?”
Jun Linyun said, “Don’t worry. The seventh prince won’t exist anymore!”
Feng Wu asked, “What do you mean?”
What did Jun Linyun mean by that? If Feng Wu was understanding it correctly, he meant that…
Was he going to abandon his title because she didn’t like it?
She thought that Jun Linyun was only joking, but when she saw the solemn look in his eyes, she realized that he wasn’t joking!
Because of that, Feng Wu had to stop him.
“Because I am —”
Feng Wu stopped him before he could tell the truth.
“How can I possibly like the seventh prince?! You’re joking!” Feng Wu said loudly.
“Hm…”
Poor Jun Linyun. When he finally summoned up his courage to tell the truth, Feng Wu’s words stopped him.
Staring at Feng Wu, Jun Linyun didn’t know what to say.
Feng Wu said loudly, “No, I don’t! I don’t like the seventh prince at all, no matter whose son he is or if he has that title. I just don’t like him!”
Jun Linyun lowered his head.
She still wouldn’t accept him even without that title.
“Then, what kind of boys do you like?” Jun Linyun asked timidly, looking disappointed.
“What do I…” She wondered why she should tell him.
Feng Wu wanted to retort, but when she saw the way Jun Linyun looked, which reminded her of an abandoned puppy dog, and recalled how sincere he was, she relented.
Moreover, she had to think of someone to dissuade him.
But whom should she mention? Feng Wu tilted her head and racked her brain.
“You’re not from the Junwu Empire, are you?” Jun Linyun suddenly asked.
Feng Wu asked, “What?”
Jun Linyun smiled shyly. “I would have found you already if you’re one of us. Therefore, you must be from the Senal Grassland.”
Feng Wu said, “Well…”
Jun Linyun prompted her. “Tell me, what kind of boys do you like?”
What kind… The first face that jumped into Feng Wu’s mind was Jun Linyuan.
That spectacular, untamed, talented Jun Linyuan…
But she decided that she wouldn’t describe him.
Hence, she chose someone else that she was familiar with to describe to the prince.
“The boy I like can’t be a prince, but he can’t be a lowborn either. A young lord would be nice. That way, he can avoid the power strife and live freely, but no one will dare to offend him either.
“The boy I like has to be tall, handsome, and pleasing to the eye; I won’t be able to stand a life spent with someone that doesn’t look nice.”
