A Little Trick, the Scumbag Dad Can't Hold the Knife After Understanding Love-Chapter 348

In the past, Ji Nian would have taken a moment to admire his beauty, but now, all she could think was—

[Dammit, Lu Zhi really has it good! I lost because I showed up too late!!]

System: …What’s the point of showing up early? Should Princess Feia date an embryo?

The horns sounded twice.

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Ji Nian lifted her head, eagerly anticipating Princess Feia’s appearance like everyone else.

But what emerged was a brown-haired little boy whose features were hard to make out.

He had to stand on something just to be seen.

The moment he appeared, the crowd stirred briefly.

Gu Xiuyuan explained, "That’s the current king."

Ji Nian suddenly remembered.

Oh right, Princess Feia wasn’t the queen—on such important occasions, the one seated on the throne had to preside.

The little boy wore a stern expression, his voice still carrying the innocence of youth, yet his words were surprisingly polished.

It was the usual official spiel—thanking the Goddess for her generous aid and the people’s hard work in building a better life.

His speech was still a bit disjointed.

But for his age, he did well enough. No need to be too harsh on a child.

Just as everyone assumed Princess Feia wouldn’t appear, the young king turned to leave—and then, a tall, radiant figure stepped into view, straight as a beam of light.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‍YOUR HIGHNESS I’M YOUR DOG!!!!!!"

"YOUR HIGHNESS YOUR HIGHNESS YOUR HIGHNESS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

"LOOK HERE, YOUR HIGHNESS, LOOK HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

For a moment, Ji Nian felt like her ears were about to burst.

The crowd’s overwhelming enthusiasm and screams crashed over her like a tidal wave, giving her a firsthand lesson in Princess Feia’s standing among the people of O Country.

Princess Feia raised a hand, and only then did the noise subside.

"Everyone, enjoy yourselves."

That was all she said before the crowd erupted into cheers again.

Princess Feia smiled in a certain direction, then turned and left.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOUR HIGHNESS SMILED AT ME JUST NOW!!!!!"

"BULLCRAP!!! THAT WAS ME!!!!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SEEING YOUR HIGHNESS’S SMILE MAKES MY LIFE COMPLETE!!!!!"

Shen Qingtang stayed silent for a moment before turning to Ji Nian. "I think the princess was smiling at you—"

"Ji Nian!? You’re bleeding from your nose!!"

He Xiang swiftly pulled out a tissue, rolled it into a tight strip, and with practiced precision, stuffed it into Ji Nian’s bleeding nostril.

Ji Nian, snapped out of her daze by the sudden nasal obstruction: "……"

Gu Xiuyuan leaned in to inspect the damage, shooting He Xiang a reproachful look. "Couldn’t you have been gentler? What if you broke something?"

He Xiang calmly defended his method as the fastest solution.

He’d had frequent nosebleeds as a child—he was an expert.

Gu Xiuyuan’s expression turned complicated. "………You’ll never find a partner like this."

He Xiang tilted Ji Nian’s head back and replied, "Don’t care."

At that moment, Ji Nian still hadn’t realized how ridiculous she looked with tissue paper sticking out of her nose.

She glanced around Lu Zhi several times but saw no sign of Lu Jinghuai.

[I remember he said he couldn’t go to China yet—he was helping his mother.]

So where was he?

Maybe she should’ve texted him.

What if she missed him?

Lost in thought, the legendary ritual dance began.

The stage was a massive platform adorned with intricate, vividly painted patterns. Ji Nian stood on tiptoe, trying to get a better look.

Times had changed—to ensure everyone could see, a giant screen hovered above the altar.

Ji Nian accepted the sunflower seeds Shen Qingtang handed her and was about to crack one open when—

A single drumbeat reverberated through the crowd, sending a tremor through her heart.

In an instant, a figure appeared at the center of the altar.

Cloaked in white-gold feathers, a sliver of pale waist exposed, the sight nearly blinded Ji Nian.

Golden bells adorned the boy’s bare feet, their chimes ringing with every movement. As the drums surged, he swayed his slender waist, then abruptly tossed aside his feathered cape, revealing his delicate frame under the light.

Pale gold hair cascaded, merging with the glow, while silver-gray eyes gazed down with an almost divine pity.

Ji Nian, standing dead center in the front row, met that gaze.

For a split second, the dancing boy seemed to freeze—but then, he seamlessly rejoined the rhythm.

His previously casual steps suddenly grew solemn, each motion a masterpiece of artistry.

Seated in the prime viewing spot, Princess Feia curled her lips. Beside her, Lu Zhi wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured in her ear, "Darling, you’re so mean—keeping him in the dark on purpose."

Princess Feia propped her chin on one hand, shoving Lu Zhi aside. "Would you like me less if I were?"

"Yesterday, someone asked if I had a boyfriend."

Lu Zhi’s lazy demeanor sharpened instantly, storm clouds gathering in his usually flirtatious peach-blossom eyes—yet his voice remained sweet. "Who was it, darling?"

He’d make sure their departure from this world was painless.

Princess Feia pointed. "That green-eyed kid."

Green eyes!? That hideous, chicken-dropping color could never compare to black.

He glared—

Only to see a little girl in the crowd, staring up in awe.

"………Cute."

Green eyes were good. Lucky.

His face might as well have been made of clay.

Nearly the entire city had crammed into the square, yet despite the overwhelming crowd, not a single voice rose—even the toddlers in their parents’ arms gaped at the screen, mesmerized by the dancing boy.

The ritual dance was intricate, demanding both ethereal grace and sacred solemnity.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long. As the performance ended, thunderous applause erupted.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LONG TIME NO SEE, LITTLE PRINCE!!!!!!!!"

"BABY! MY BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ji Nian, still dazed, thought to herself:

So the young prince was this popular in his own country.

Instead of leaving the altar, the boy strode to its edge amid the cheers—then, to even louder screams, leaped down.

The ribbons of his ritual attire fluttered as he landed lightly.

The bells chimed right by Ji Nian’s ears as the boy, his body adorned with ancient golden sigils, strode toward her.

As he approached, she caught a familiar sweetness in the air, mingled with something like sunlight—warm and comforting.

"%##@&^$#."

He lifted a finger, gently pressing it to Ji Nian’s forehead—a touch as soft as a feather’s kiss. Unfamiliar words, light and melodic, drifted into her ears.

After saying this, the youth abruptly turned and walked away, his slender waist strikingly noticeable.

Ji Nian only snapped back to reality under the burning gazes of those around her.

Along with Shen Qingtang’s startled cry.

“Ji Nian!! Your other nostril is bleeding too!!!”

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