Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 121 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (16)

A sharp pain shot through her collarbone, and Yu Ci frowned slightly.

The golden wisps of hair tickled her chin, and the pain turned into a wet, nibbling lick. Yu Ci pursed her lips and began to show weakness.

Lancelot, who had always been quite accommodating to her, was now oblivious, his thin lips gently flowing down his collarbone, shoulders, and finally his neck, leaving behind clusters of red plum blossoms of varying shades.

“Lan, Lancelot…” Almost drowning, Yu Ci managed to speak, clutching the man’s clothes tightly, “…The Spring Banquet is in three days. This will leave a mark.”

Am I really going to attend the spring banquet with my neck covered in hickeys?
It is not impossible.

Upon hearing this, Lancelot paused, responded hoarsely, and remained motionless, his hot breaths heavy, as if he were suppressing something.

The gradual kisses turned into a strong and forceful embrace.

"The wedding will be next spring," a low, husky male voice said slowly in my ear, his breath warm against my neck.

This coming year will surely be the next spring after the Spring Festival banquet.

Yu Ci: "Okay."

That wasn't enough. Lancelot lowered his gaze, embraced her tightly, and pecked at her fair, delicate skin with his thin lips.

He suddenly said, "Will you be warmer next spring?"

Yu Ci was taken aback.

Keep warm?

Does that refer to her body temperature?
Yu Ci thought for a moment, then hugged him back and whispered, "I will."

"..."

Her response was an even tighter, more confining embrace and a few light kisses.

……

The deep snow has melted, and spring has arrived.

As the snow melted in the city, crowds of people gradually appeared in the streets and alleys, setting up stalls and selling goods. They carried fruit baskets and wine on their heads, danced in fairy dresses, sang and shouted, and their laughter and joy finally dispelled some of the cold chill.

Terren is one of the world's leading powers, and its capital has never been ravaged by war, making it extremely prosperous.

Yu Ci looked at it and lowered the carriage curtain.

"nervous?"

Lancelot, who had been observing the girl for a long time, asked in a hoarse voice.

Yu Ci shook her head: "Let's look forward to it."

Today is the spring banquet. She has to deal with the male and female leads, and also appease her fake parents. There are several scenes to act out, so she should definitely look forward to it.

Perhaps he truly couldn't detect any nervousness on the girl's face, Lancelot lowered his eyes slightly and silently tightened his grip on her hand.

Mel in front: "..."

What could be more painful than knowing that a spy is right in front of you but being unable to do anything about it?

Perhaps his boss had fallen in love with this spy who might want to kill him at any moment.

Mel closed her eyes resignedly, hoping that nothing would go wrong today.

Inside the palace.

Soothing classical music filled the air as noblemen mingled and chatted, while elegant ladies laughed and talked. In the center of the hall, groups of men and women danced gracefully to the rhythm, a dazzling display of beauty.

Beside the table, a handsome man in a black knight's outfit, with deep, captivating eyes, held a wine glass and gave a gentle, alluring smile to every elegantly dressed woman who looked over, causing a stir.

A figure walked through the crowd to the man's side and whispered something. The man narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Duke Lancelot and Princess Yuci have arrived!"

As the chanting continued, a moment of silence fell over the hall. All eyes turned to the door as it slowly opened.

The first thing that catches the eye is a stunningly beautiful young woman with her hair slightly tied up, her eyes gentle, and a red dress with a touch of embellishment that makes her breathtakingly beautiful. Beside her stands a handsome and aloof man in knight's attire that accentuates his tall and slender figure, adorned with tassels and medals that highlight his noble status.

"Ah, that is..."

"(Excitedly) Wow, it's so beautiful..."

"Yes, yes, I heard about it too..."

"Isn't she a germaphobe...?"

"...A marriage agreement has already been signed..."

"Did you see that? There's a hickey..."

……

There was constant discussion.

Hearing the last sentence, Yu Ci felt somewhat helpless. The marks on her neck were almost meticulously designed, barely perceptible, neither appearing as mosquito bites nor seeming absurd or excessive.

The faint traces left behind only lingering ambiguity that sparks the imagination.

Yu Ci snapped out of her daze, took Lancelot's arm, and followed him into the arena. The various gazes around them were inquisitive, amazed, envious, and disdainful, but most of them were directed at her.

[Darkness Value +1: 61]

As Lancelot stepped aside and stood still, she lowered her eyes slightly and quickly sensed a gaze upon her.

Looking at her, she saw a man with waist-length black hair and deep peach-like eyes leaning against the table, smiling as he raised his glass to her in greeting.

"..."

Suddenly, a weight landed on my shoulder.

Turning around, Lancelot had already draped the shawl tightly over her shoulders.

"Don't catch a cold."

Yu Ci: "..."

Actually, it's much warmer inside than outside...

The music never stopped, and as the other guests sang along, I received far less attention.

As a walking, conspicuous target, Lancelot naturally attracted many noble families and merchants who wanted to strike up a conversation with him. However, due to his aloof nature and obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, many people hesitated and remained in a state of observation.

This does not include certain people.

"Lord Lancelot!" A group of people stepped past the large crowd and bowed respectfully with smiles on their faces.

With an Asian face, Mel squinted.

The woman at the head of the group smiled and said, "I am Princess Yuci's mother, Ronneshi. Ah, this is Yuci's sister, Winnie, and her husband, Weeves."

The two people beside him nodded in agreement.

The woman did not speak the language of the Terren Empire, because theoretically, the real Ronneshi would not have spoken the language of the Terren Empire either.

Lancelot remained silent. Yu Ci looked at the three of them, met their knowing glances, and gently tugged at the person beside her: "Darling."

The gentle translation was met with Lancelot's lowered gaze, his cold eyes sweeping over the three of them.

For a moment, the smile of everyone who met the man's gaze froze, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

On one hand, he was already feeling guilty because his identity was fake, and on the other hand, he was facing Lancelot, who was ruthless towards spies.

Recalling the legends of the private prison, the group felt a chill in their hearts, but they still forced a smile to remain calm.

After a long while, just as the gazes of the people secretly observing from the side grew increasingly strange, Lancelot gave a soft "hmm".

She said calmly, "Thank you for bringing her here."

Upon hearing this, Yu Ci glanced at him and translated the words verbatim. The leader, "Ronesh," was taken aback, then burst into laughter in keeping with his persona: "Oh dear, Your Grace, it's not appropriate for you to be so polite!"

"It is Ci'er's honor to be able to accompany you, sir!"

Yu Ci watched the play quietly.

Then look at the two next to them, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Winnie's spoiled nature and pregnancy, and Weves' silence and stature are displayed vividly and perfectly.

Tsk tsk, to be honest, these three really shouldn't be spies; they'd be more than qualified to be actors.

However, they will be disappointed.

Ever since Lancelot witnessed the entire ambush in the snow, they could no longer deceive him.

But watching the two perform for each other, Yu Ci thought: "..."

The translation work was easy, and under Yu Ci's deliberate guidance, both sides chatted "pleasantly." This harmonious scene was also observed by those around them, and the way they looked at her became increasingly strange.

It wasn't until a sound came from the second floor of the hall that everyone turned their attention upwards.

Above, Louis, dressed formally, held a scepter in one hand and a beautiful woman on the other, smiling as he looked down at the crowd below.

beautiful?

Perhaps it was a meeting of minds, but after the beauty had deliberately searched for a while, her gaze met his.

In that instant, triumph, arrogance, hatred, and thousands upon thousands of negative emotions rushed towards Yu Ci.

Yu Ci saw the obvious hatred in his eyes and was somewhat puzzled.

hatred?
Before I could continue reading, that malicious intent was thwarted.

Lancelot silently stood in front of her.

Yu Ci raised an eyebrow.