Yan Feng looked up. The rage in his eyes instantly dissolved into astonishment as he recognized the man’s face. For a moment, he seemed unable to process it. “The Crown Prince?” His first instinct was to deny it. Impossible. Bo Jinxiu had already casually slipped an arm around Jiang Ciyou’s slender waist. He lowered his head and asked her softly, “Hungry? What are you in the mood for later?” Jiang