She refused to marry.

Su Wanwan had just arrived home and hadn't even had a sip of hot tea when Brother Jian took her to the Princess's residence.

Lord Fengchen was not in the East Garden, but was shooting arrows at the Broken Cloud Terrace.

Before she even stepped inside, she could hear the sound of a bowstring vibrating.

"Whoosh!!!"

An arrow shot through the air and hit the bullseye, its fletching still trembling slightly.

Su Wanwan paused and looked inside.

Xiao Xuanjing stood in the center of the arena, now dressed in his black martial attire, with a leather belt around his waist, holding a longbow, his posture as slender as a pine tree.

"You're here?"

Su Wanwan walked over and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty."

Xiao Xuanjing handed the bow to the guard beside him, turned to look at her, and said in a calm tone, "I will teach you how to ride a horse and shoot arrows."

Su Wanwan was taken aback for a moment: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I was not virtuous..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Xuanjing suddenly took her hand and led her towards the stable.

Su Wanwan stiffened, her face suddenly turning red to the roots of her neck.

A warm sensation spread across her skin as she watched Feng Chenjun's retreating figure, and a sudden, indescribable flutter of emotion welled up within her.

Unable to contain her pounding chest, she let Feng Chenjun lead her to the stable.

A chestnut-colored mare was tethered in the stable; her coat was glossy and her temperament was gentle.

Xiao Xuanjing patted the horse's neck, signaling her to mount.

Su Wanwan tried to climb up the horse by stepping on the stirrups and holding onto the saddle, but after a lot of effort, she still couldn't get on.

Xiao Xuanjing stood behind her, watching her clumsy movements, and reached out to support her waist, gently lifting her up.

Su Wanwan felt a tightening around her waist, and she was firmly seated on the horse's back.

"Sit tight." He released his grip and took a step back.

Su Wanwan gripped the saddle tightly, afraid of falling off.

Xiao Xuanjing mounted his horse and pressed himself against her back; she could almost hear Feng Chenjun's every breath.

What's going on?

This is not the style of Lord Fengchen.

Xiao Xuanjing whispered gently behind her ear, "Sit tight."

"Giddy up!" Xiao Xuanjing grabbed her hand that was gripping the reins. "You need to put your hand like this so the horse will feel comfortable..."

Xiao Xuanjing spoke in a low voice.

Su Wanwan didn't hear a word of it.

At that moment, her head was buzzing, her heart was pounding, and her palms were sweating.

Especially when the faint fragrance wafted from her back, her reason was completely shattered.

When a horse starts running, its body leans backward due to inertia.

That feeling was worse than death for her.

She admitted to having a physical attraction to Feng Chenjun.

Especially later in the warm pavilion, whenever she saw Feng Chenjun casually draped his clothes, she would dream of him at night.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Xuanjing asked gently.

Su Wanwan blushed, "I'm wearing too many clothes today, it's a bit hot... How about we ride again next time?"

"Okay." Xiao Xuanjing stopped, dismounted, and extended his hand to her.

The rationality that Su Wanwan had finally managed to suppress was now completely gone.

Her body seemed to resist, and she placed her hand on his shoulder, dismounting from the horse in a close and intimate manner.

Xiao Xuanjing led her to the archery target and handed her the bow: "Try it."

Su Wanwan took the bow; it was much heavier than she had imagined.

She pulled for a long time, but the bowstring didn't budge.

Xiao Xuanjing stood beside her, reached out and wrapped his arms around her, took her hand and helped her draw the bowstring.

"Look at the bullseye." His palm covered the back of her hand, warm and comforting.

Su Wanwan tried hard to focus on the bullseye, but her mind was a complete mess.

Her hand was enveloped in Feng Chenjun's palm, and she was almost completely encircled in his arms. She could smell the faint scent of pine on his body.

His voice was right next to her ear; she could feel the warmth of his breath.

Your Majesty, what's wrong with you today?

Could it be that the high fever a few days ago made him delirious?

"Release it," Xiao Xuanjing said.

She released her grip, and the arrow flew off at an angle, landing precariously on the edge of the target.

"Again." Xiao Xuanjing took another arrow from the quiver and handed it to her.

Su Wanwan took the arrow and nocked it on the bowstring.

The emperor grasped her hand, this time even closer than before, his chest almost pressed against her back.

She was tense all over, and she didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

"Why are you shaking?" he asked in a low voice.

"No, no," Su Wanwan stammered.

Xiao Xuanjing's lips curved slightly as he guided her to draw the bow fully. "Release."

She released her grip, and this time the arrow went even further off course, missing the target and embedding itself in a nearby haystack.

Xiao Xuanjing released her hand, took a step back, and looked at her flushed face and slightly trembling eyelashes. He had his answer.

"Go take a bath and change your clothes."

"Yes." Su Wanwan rushed out of the shooting range, clutching her pounding chest, wiping away sweat as she walked down the mountain.

What's wrong with her?

"No! No way! Absolutely not!" Su Wanwan covered her forehead and shook herself from side to side.

"I absolutely must not let him seduce me!"

Feng Chenjun is definitely not such an irrational person. If he does this, there must be a huge pitfall waiting for her.

Su Wanwan stood still and glanced back at Feng Chenjun.

That triumphant look in his eyes was a blatant provocation!

Could it be that he's testing her?

Su Wanwan followed her maid to the East Garden.

"Shall we bathe and change here?" Su Wanwan pointed to Feng Chenjun's side room.

"Yes, Miss." The maids brought over the clothes, and Su Wanwan looked at the thin gauze that was barely visible.

Feng Chenjun is not that kind of person; he has his own calculations.

He was testing her.

Su Wanwan opened her eyes, scooped up a handful of water, and patted it on her face.

Row.

If you want to try, I'll let you try as much as you want.

"Lord Fengchen, if you're going to play, play big, so there won't be a next time..."

She got up, dried herself off, changed into the gauze dress, and put on a pale yellow jacket over it, then fastened the belt.

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, the neckline of her gauze dress was faintly visible, revealing a section of her collarbone.

Raise your hand and let your hair fall loosely over your shoulders.

Pushing open the door to the side room, the maids all lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

Su Wanwan took a deep breath, and barefoot, walked step by step into the house.

"Go and invite the emperor back."

A moment later, Xiao Xuanjing returned to the room, sat down in a chair, holding a teacup in his hand, and looked up when he heard footsteps.

The moment he saw her, his fingers paused slightly, and the teacup stopped at his lips.

She was barefoot, her skirt trailing on the ground, her hair loose, the neckline of her jacket slightly open, revealing glimpses of her gauze dress, and her collarbone glowing faintly in the candlelight.

She stared straight at him, a slight smile playing on her lips—not ingratiating, but provocative.

Xiao Xuanjing put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and pinched the edge of the chair with his fingers.

"Miss Su looks quite different now that she's changed her clothes..."

Su Wanwan walked up to him, bent down presumptuously, put her hands on the armrests of the chair, and brought her face close to him, close enough to see the curve of his eyelashes.

"Your Majesty," she said softly, "is today's meal ready?"

"No." Xiao Xuanjing's fingers stopped on the armrest, his gaze lingering uncontrollably on her face.