Princess Yue was sitting in the study room while perusing a bamboo scroll.

“Creak.” Feiyun opened the door with his eyes right on her: “You shouldn’t be touching the Divine King Faction’s things.”

“I’m also part of the faction now, why can’t I?” Long Jingyue slightly looked up to glance at him, still holding the scroll.

Feiyun walked up and took it from her then returned it to the shelf: “You are only my fiancee right now, still not the King Consort.”

Her eyes were deep like two dark lakes with an evil affinity: “I’ll be part of this faction sooner or later, Feng Feiyun, don’t think that you still have a chance to run from me back to your Nangong Hongyan since our wedding day is still a year away. Stop daydreaming.”

“Pa!” Feiyun’s body flashed and appeared again in front of her. He grabbed her neck and said: “I don’t care if you are Ji Cangyue or Long Cangyue. It’s your business that you want to be the King Consort but I’m not interested in this position at all. I’ll leave this faction sooner or later.”

Long Cangyue’s expression remained unchanged: “Even if you leave, I’ll still be considered your official wife. If you marry anyone else, they won’t be eligible for the role.”

“What if you were dead?” Feiyun threatened.

“You want to kill me?” Long Cangyue asked.

Feiyun replied: “You should leave the competition for the crown prince or you’ll die for sure. Even if I don’t kill you, someone else will.”

With a cold evil looks on her face, a pitch-black ray shot out from her forehead and flew towards Feng Feiyun. Feiyun retaliated with two fiery sparks igniting in his eyes. A phoenix screeched as the two plumes of light slammed into each other.

“Boom!” Long Cangyue turned into a nether gale and got out of Feiyun’s grasp. She swept behind him like a phantom and placed both hands on his shoulder then leaned her head on his back. It looked as if she had turned into a different person, like a gentle wife: “I was already yours and now I’m your fiancee, your future wife. We’re family now, you’ll help me, right?”

Feiyun shuddered. Long Cangyue had become so powerful and devilish. She clearly had cultivated the Grave Palace Treasuring Seeking Record to a high level and might be even better than him in this regards.

‘She actually got out of my grasp. How many people had she devoured by now? Just how strong is she?’ He thought before speaking: “You think it’s that easy to take the crown prince position? Not to mention the other princes and princesses, just the competition between the current one and Princess Luofu is dangerous enough with so many undercurrents yet you want to stick your foot in?”

She hugged him even tighter, letting him feel her soft body while coquettishly complaining: “Though you’re the Divine King, you still won’t be able to take on the future Jin Emperor. After the current crown prince or Princess Luofu take the throne, the first person they’ll take down is you. Thus, I’m doing this for you and our future family.”

“Your mother taught you to say this?” Feiyun said.

Her eyes had a tinge of envy and tears: “Feng Feiyun, you think I’m only a ruthless woman who would do whatever to accomplish my