FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME TWO]

Chapter Eight

"Well, my question is..." The Princess paused, cutting off mid-sentence. Her eyes glimmered, they had an aura of elegance and it was without a doubt they were beautiful like the rest of her.    She released s soft laugh.

Feng Ming consulted with his inner conscience. His Aunt was one fine-looking widow thanks to An Xun's blood on his hands. It will be such a pity to destroy her second spring. With that thought, Feng Ming's flashed his eyes onto the King of Li.

This proved to be an untimely mistake on the Prince's behalf, the very moment he turned to face the man, their eyes locked. The King's gaze was sharp as the tip of a blade, and they did a great job of piercing into the Prince. Feng Ming could easily imagine electric sparks streaming from the man's eyes.

Rong Tian's gaze had the same level of electrifying intensity, however, it was different. Feng Ming would turn into gooey hot mess, his heart and brain would be completely flustered, as if he had accidentally poked his finger into a power socket.

Instead, Ruo Yan's gaze was startling, like cracks of lightning and once he struck, you were left surrounded by a harsh chill. The unfriendly gesture, was etched into Feng Ming's mind, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Feng Ming never knew that a man could send him trembling with unease by the mere use of his eyes.

The pinning stare lasted for a brief moment although the effects lingered on the Prince. Ruo Yan switched on a more amicable look and nodded in acknowledgement to the Prince. The King's action sent every last strand of hair standing on his body, Feng Ming shifted from his spot from discomfort.

As he backed away, he felt a tug on his sleeves.

"Prince?" Fen Yan asked gently.

"Huh?"

The maid gave him a giggle, "Prince An He, the Third Princess has given her question to you."

"Oh?" Feng Ming was amazed by his own absentmindedness.

Any reason to break away from Ruo Yan's line of fire was good at this point. Feng Ming pulled his sleeves down and patted the beads of sweat from his forehead before turning his attention back to the Princess.

The Princess's observant eyes noticed her nephew's paled complexion, with a frown she continued, "Why is the Prince in a panic? ". She thought for a moment, before advising, "As for the question I have set for you, there is currently no defined method to resolve an answer efficiently. Nor has anyone come close to solving the problem. Therefore, it is completely understandable that answering this question on the spur of the moment is beyond your capabilities."

Reassuring his Aunt that this challenge was the last of his problems Feng Ming replied, "I'm fine, I'm just feeling a bit cold." With that said, he automatically turned his attention to the sand pit.  The question, installed for him was neatly drawn out with a bamboo stick. Studying closer, his Aunt had drawn a perfect circle, almost as if she had drawn it with a compass.

The audience were all focused on the shape in front of them, it was clear that the topic was centric around a circle.

Feng Ming frowned, "A circle?"

Don't tell me you want me to find the circumference of a circle or the area of one?

Now he was secretly kicking himself on the inside for not listening, he might as well play the fool, "Royal Aunty, forgive me, as for the question, An He did not understand clearly, could you inform me again?"

The Third Princess was surprised to see Feng Ming's persistence, she stated, "The Prince must be well acquainted with this area of mathematics to have such confidence in a topic with little negativity. "