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Chapter 4253: Tragic

A person sat facing away from them at the bow of the small boat. From their back, they appeared to be a graceful young man with flowing white robes and long hair.

The sound of a zither drifted across the river, coming from far away and gradually nearing.

The little poker-face curiously glanced in that direction, a hint of wariness in her eyes.

In these vast waters, what sane, refined young master would drift along with the current, playing a zither?

Such a small, single-leaf boat—even a slightly larger wave would immediately capsize it.

What refinement could there be in being a drowned rat?

Long Hui gazed at the figure on the small boat, his eyes flickering slightly. He said with a smile, "Truly an interesting fellow."

"Cousin, do you think we should invite him aboard?"

The little Crown Princess turned to look at him, revealing a subtle, mischievous expression as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.

Long Hui held his teacup, a strange thought suddenly occurring to him.

Why did he feel that Cousin's gaze was so... abnormal?

Feng Changfei twitched his lips, looking at Long Hui with sympathy in his eyes.

He felt that with the little girl's unusually mischievous and unpredictable temperament, Young Master Long was probably in for trouble again.

"Cousin, please speak your mind."

"Do you like men?" The little girl asked, simultaneously moving her stool closer to her husband and instinctively reaching out to protect him.

Mo Lian: ...

Long Hui: !

At that moment, his inner monologue was, "Can't I just smack this little poker-face to death right now?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!" Long Xiangyun's face flushed with anger. "How dare you slander my brother like that?"

The little poker-face extended two fingers, drawing an arc to convey her meaning. "Just now, you were looking at the man on that small boat with strange eyes. Was it admiration?"

Everyone: ...

Long Hui's face twitched violently twice. "Cousin, you're overthinking it. I'm not interested in men!!"

Feng Changfei looked at Long Hui sympathetically. This Young Master Long was truly a bit pathetic.

The little poker-face expressionlessly looked at Long Hui, then straightened herself and lowered the small hand that had been guarding her husband. She said coldly, "Then why do you want to invite him to sit on the bed?"

"Pfft!" Feng Changfei genuinely spat out a mouthful of tea.

Feng Changqing secretly chuckled, speechless, and quickly pulled out a cloth to wipe his brother's sleeve.

Long Hui was so angry that his fingers trembled slightly. He pointed towards the little poker-face, his handsome face turning crimson.

This brat clearly did it on purpose! What on earth was she saying?

Mo Lian secretly smiled, his lips pressed together.

The little one was amusing others with an expressionless face, and she looked somewhat adorable.

The little poker-face suddenly stood up. Just as Long Hui's nerves were taut, she grabbed Long Xiangyun, who was beside him.

Her movements were fluid and swift. She swung her small arm and flung Long Xiangyun away.

"Let your sister invite him."

Long Xiangyun's eyes widened in disbelief. Caught off guard, she was sent flying by the little poker-face. She soared through the air, clearing the ship's rail, and plunged towards the rolling river below.

"Ah!!"

"Xiangyun!" Long Hui leaped up, rushing to the ship's rail to look.

He saw that the little poker-face's throw was incredibly precise, having flung his sister, Long Xiangyun, directly onto that small, unstable boat.

She landed perfectly at the bow.

Long Xiangyun wasn't entirely useless; her body swayed left and right for a moment before she immediately regained her footing.

She looked down and saw the white-clad man still playing his zither with downcast eyes, as if completely unaware of the young lady who had suddenly appeared before him.