Chapter 1

　　Part II

　　“Do not hesitate to shout, Rong Tian is still very far away.” Ruo Yan patted Feng Ming, shows his vile visage, “If you irritated me, you’ll not be well tonight.”

　　The night wind outside was harshly roars and inside the room voices were spoken coldly whirling echoes.

　　When it was precisely in the moment of peril, a voice from an imperial bodyguard, who had stood outside reported “Your Majesty, an emergency have arise.”

　　Ruo Yan pleasure was disturbed, he sprang up suddenly from the bed but his hands were not forgotten to firmly hold onto Feng Ming’s hand. He was enraged with angers, “What is the military emergency situation? Go away, disturbed me once more, and I’ll be beheaded you!”

　　“Report Brother King, the tribal of the east Earth Moon has suddenly revolted, they killed the royal officials and those on liaison duty at the garrison, and the granary and treasury were robbed clean. In the capital, the Earth Moon’s spies has ambushed and plotting to burn the basilica. It is imperative, pleaded Brother King to return to the palace immediately.” Miao Guang pitches were usually like silver bell, but at this moment it was sound quick and dignified.

　　The report seems to soothe Ruo Yan angers slightly, though his beastly vicious looks still is upon Feng Ming ashen face appeared without a drop of blood, and ordered “Royal Sister, comes in.”

　　“Yes.”

　　Miao Guang pushed the door open, stolen a glance at Feng Ming frightening appearance, although she was uttered shock inside, did not dare to open her mouth and knelt quietly at one side.

　　“I’ll return to the palace. Royal Sister will stay here and taking care Feng Ming.” Ruo Yan was gazing directly at Miao Guang, his voice became deeper and hissy advised “Be careful, do not make any errors.”

　　“Brother King, be at ease.”

　　Ruo Yan nodded slightly, bent down and aggressively biting on Feng Ming’s lips, laughed grimly, “Today I’ll let you go, but next time Duke Ming should not be counting on this good fortune again.”

　　Ruo Yan immediately went off for the day, leaved only Miao Guang to care of Feng Ming.

　　Since that night Feng Ming was especially more terrified, he knew the “Art of War” cannot deterred Ruo Yan’s l.u.s.t hence his mind is now focused on how to escape instead.

　　“On the other day Duke Ming has mentioned a style of clothes, which I have command it to be done quickly.” Miao Guang saw Feng Ming was overwrought with anxiety so when new dawn arrive she had entered his room and tried her best to cheers him. “This is made by our best tailor base on your design, what do you think?”

　　Feng Ming just finished a small breakfast, still troubled as his head poke up to see Miao Guang clothed in a British Victorian n.o.ble styles that had worn at the Court of St. James which, Feng Ming had drew yesterday. The flower buds of silk decorative around the borders with tight corset at the waist, and fluffy skirt underneath. It almost like he had taken another twisted into a different s.p.a.ce times.

　　Although Feng Ming extremely anxious he cannot help but laughed at the unexpected turn of events, “Your Highness, I almost did not recognise you. Indeed, very pretty, the graceful body shape is clearly revealed.”

　　Miao Guang was flattered by Feng Ming compliment, heart swelled, laughing sweetly and spinning around and rotated into a circle, when she finally stopped; she turned and looking at Feng Ming quietly, suddenly sighed faintly “Alas, you’re finally able to laugh. Do you not know how much I’ve been worrying about you. You did not laugh nor angry, and telling me story so languid.”

　　“Really? I always have been energised.” Feng Ming flatly denied, intentionally showing cheerful smiles, “The fluffy skirt must be in dome-shaped to be beautiful, did you make the petticoat that I had drawn for underskirt?”

　　“It’s done, that thing used iron bars with cotton to construct, really is not good to wear as an underskirt.” Miao Guang frowned, said “It’s supposed to be wearing inside, then why it required cotton to stretch over it?”

　　‘If I tell you why it needs to be done, how it is possible that I am able to escape?’

　　Feng Ming lied outrageously, “The dress is for British n.o.ble woman, especially used for marital women, the underskirt represents how the future husband and wife living together. The more solid binding of underskirt hoop and cotton would demonstrate the strength binding of their marriage.”

　　“I see! I did not know it was so meaningful.”  Miao Guang widens with understanding.

　　They chatted for a while and finally returned to the “Art of War” topic, “Duke Ming…”