Ning Chen and Pan Yucheng were chatting about nothing in particular when Xiao Yanxi's voice came from outside the tent, asking to see him.

"Come in!"

Xiao Yanxi walked in. She was dressed as a man, but it couldn't hide her delicate good looks.

Ning Chen grinned. "Little Xixi, what good news have you brought this emperor?"

Xiao Yanxi took a secret letter from her sleeve and handed it over. "A letter from Prince Wu!"

Ning Chen grabbed it, opened it and read it closely, and his eyes lit up in an instant.

"Hahaha... Prince Wu, you badass..."

Ning Chen leaped up in excitement and gave Pan Yucheng a bear hug, then gave Xiao Yanxi a bear hug too.

Hugging Pan Yucheng first made it plain excitement. If he'd hugged Xiao Yanxi first, it would have looked like he was trying to cop a feel.

Xiao Yanxi went stiff. Her face flushed pink, and tiny beads of sweat broke out on the tip of her nose.

It was the first time a man had ever held her like this.

It was a good while before she came back to herself. She shoved Ning Chen away and glared at him, her almond eyes wide with anger.

Ning Chen grinned. "This emperor was just too happy. It definitely wasn't about taking advantage of you... But there's one thing this emperor doesn't understand."

Xiao Yanxi asked without thinking, "What?"

With a perfectly straight face, Ning Chen asked, "Why are Young Master Music's pecs so... extravagant?"

Ning Chen wasn't exaggerating. Even though Xiao Yanxi had bound her chest, and even through her clothes, he had definitely felt an astonishing springiness.

So he concluded that Xiao Yanxi was on the generous side.

He was a man of simple tastes. He liked them big.

It was like a car. No matter how good the car was, if the headlights didn't shine, how were you supposed to drive at night?

Xiao Yanxi's face went bright red. She shot Ning Chen a murderous glare, turned and fled, stumbling over her own feet.

Out of the tent, Xiao Yanxi…