actions of Mo Yun Jing over the past few days, appearing as if he was on the verge of war but not quite, were nothing more than delaying tactics. He was waiting for Lan Chu Xiao to be completely read...Mo Yunjing's lips curled into a faint smile, his nose tip lightly touching her delicate one. His voice, low and husky, slowly spoke, "What you prepared is enough."

But I still think… hmm

Before An Xue Tang could finish her words, Mo Yun Jing covered her lips again. Afterward, she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

……

Meanwhile, Ning'er had been dragged by Yun Liuqiang to a secluded place.

Ning'er didn't refuse either, she was also looking for him at this moment.

Once Yunliu stopped, she turned to him just as he was about to leave and handed him the letter written by An Xuetang. Her voice was calm as she said, "This is a letter from the Princess to the Prince. I believe that after the Prince reads it, he will agree to listen to his Princess. With this letter, tomorrow you should leave with the Prince. He shouldn't blame you for acting without permission or disobeying his orders."

Yun Liu nodded slightly and carefully put the letter away.

He looked up and saw Ning'er was about to leave, instinctively reaching out to grab her arm. "Ning'er, don't go yet."instantly."Sisi, one must be respectful in the Great Hall."Zhao Si came back to her senses, but all she could think about was Mo Yunjing. She had carefully dressed herself for several hours, the main...