"The Empress Dowager is in mourning. All members of the royal family must go to the hall to keep vigil. The morning court session will be temporarily suspended."

Jiang Qingwan responded with an "oh".

He obediently lowered his eyes and drank his porridge.

"So you have nothing to do today?"

Mo Yunhan took a bite of the soft meat bun. "I still have a lot to take care of after stepping down from my military and political post. I won't delay having dinner with you."

Jiang Qingwan glanced at him.

"You don't need to deliberately accompany me."

Lian'er suppressed a laugh.

“Miss, the Prince didn’t wait for you on purpose; he waited for you specifically.”

Jiang Qingwan's ear tips were slightly red.

"He's probably worried that I won't eat pig liver."

Mo Yunhan was amused.

His deep voice was magnetic and alluring.

Like the sound of a zither carrying the morning dew of early spring, gliding across empty valleys and mountain peaks.

It sent shivers down my spine.

At this moment, Ye Qi walked over with one person.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the Director of the Imperial Observatory, Lord Zhengfang, has arrived."

Mo Yunhan put down his chopsticks and glanced over indifferently.

"Fang Mingxin?"

Fang Mingxin was dressed in casual clothes. He lifted his long robe and knelt on the ground, his eyes were pale and he looked extremely tired.

"Your Highness, I have important matters to discuss with you. May I speak with you in private?"

Jiang Qingwan had just finished her porridge and waved her hand when she heard this.

"I don't want to move. You can talk outside."

Mo Yunhan did not get up.

"You may all leave."

Lian'er gave a curtsy.

"I've prepared some fruit to help with the palate cleansing; I'll bring it to you, Miss, in a bit."

After saying that, he left the room and went to the kitchen.

Ye Qi and Qing Sui stood in separate corners of the corridor, not retreating too far.

Mo Yunhan scooped a piece of pig's blood cake for Jiang Qingwan and placed it in the small bowl in front of her.

Only then did he look at Fang Mingxin.

"Speak your mind."

Fang Mingxin glanced at Jiang Qingwan.

Remembering the rumors circulating outside, he stopped trying to avoid it.

He knelt down on the ground.

"Please, Your Highness, save the people of Great Zhou from this calamity!"

Mo Yunhan's expression faltered slightly.

Suddenly, he curled his lips into a cold smile.

Are you referring to me, Your Majesty?

"Lord Fang, do you want to hear the rumors circulating outside? That I am a demon, a scourge to the Great Zhou, someone everyone wants to get rid of? You want me to save the Great Zhou? How ridiculous!"