Lin Feilu was a little dazed, so it took her a long time to raise her head to ask the person who sat across from her, “What is this?”

Song Jinglan softly replied, “It’s your birthday gift.”

Only then did Lin Feilu realise that today was her birthday.

No, that’s not the point!

She pointed to the anklet, “It’s a phoenix!”

Song Jinglan nodded, “Mmhm, it’s a phoenix buckle. Do you like it?”

“It’s not a question of whether I like it or not…” She scratched her head and asked hesitantly, “Phoenixes are only used by Empresses, right?”

Song Jinglan smiled and nodded, “Yes.”

Lin Feilu’s eyes widened, and she didn’t speak for a long time.

Just like that? Her?

Can I be the Empress with how I am???

Although she knew that there was no one else in Pretty Boy’s harem, she never thought she would occupy the Empress’s throne right after marrying in. Throughout history, there was no such thing as a Princess from another country becoming the Emperor country’s Empress. It would be a wonder if the courtiers of the Song Empire didn’t protest to the end.

However, upon looking at Song Jinglan’s expression, it seemed that he was not joking in the slightest.

Lin Feilu gulped in nervousness.

Seeing Lin Feilu speechless for a long time, Song Jinglan leaned forward. He took her fingers in his grasp, twisting them lightly as he asked in a low, sultry voice, “Is the Princess perhaps unwilling to be my Empress?”

Lin Feilu was a little distressed, “Of course, I want to, but…it feels so troublesome. I would have to abide by many rules and manage the harem. I’ll need to pay my respects and also greet the others as they greet me in the morning, so I won’t be able to sleep in…”

Song Jinglan saw her wrinkled eyebrows on her saddened expression. Seeing her worrying about her future life, he couldn’t help as he chuckled, “No, you don’t need to worry about those; no one will bother you.”

Lin Feilu pouted, “Then why would you still want me to be the Empress?”

He patted her head and said softly, “Because I want to give the Princess all the best things that the world has to offer.”

Lin Feilu’s eyelashes trembled.

Her ears had been burning for quite a while, and she was pretty sure that her earlobes were now sporting a bright red shade. However, she maintained her neutral expression and said calmly, “Okay, since you oh-so-sincerely asked, then I will be merciful and grant your wish.”

She looked down at the red chain again—the phoenix buckle.

Not only did the name sound good, but the appearance was also stunning.

Ultimately, she couldn’t help but lean forward to hug Song Jinglan. Lying on his shoulder coquettishly, she added, “I really like this gift a lot.”

He let out a laugh before he hugged her back.

Lin Feilu twitched in his arms for a while. The flower of passion that remained perched on the tip of her heart seemed close to full bloom. When the time came, she knew she couldn’t hide her love and affection for him.

She pursed her lower lip and whispered in his ear, “Your Highness, you have already given me so many presents, so shall I give you one too?”

Song Jinglan smiled and said, “Alright, what gift does the Princess want to give me?”

She acted mysteriously and merely whispered in his ear, “Close your eyes.”

Song Jinglan did as she said.

He felt the girl, who was lying on his shoulder, leave. After a while, a soft and light breath gradually approached his face.

She held her breath, half-kneeling on the carriage seats as she placed her hands behind her back. Raising her chin, Lin Feilu slowly approached him, planting a kiss lightly on his lips.

It felt like a gentle drifting of the clouds, like the gentle touch of the spring breeze, like a spring rain pouring on the lotus leaves; it came and went just as quietly, leaving no traces behind.