Mo Lingchen suddenly stepped forward, picked her up around the waist, gently carried her to the bed, and then patted her softly to lull her to sleep.

Jin Mudan was startled. She had forgotten that Chu Qinghe was protected by secret guards, and there might be secret guards watching their every move in the room right now.

She almost blurted out the story of being resurrected from a dead body. If this were to reach Consort Jing's ears, the consequences would be unimaginable.

During the time she was a ghost, she followed him around all day and had already seen through Mo Lingchen's every move.

He seemed to be able to tell when there were guards present and when there weren't.

When he was not under the protection of his bodyguards, he always had a cold expression.

When he has bodyguards, he can be gentle and considerate.

She knew that he was doing this for Consort Jing and the Emperor, not wanting the Prime Minister's residence to be implicated.

The moment Jin Mudan was picked up by him, she stopped talking and nestled quietly and obediently in the man's arms.

Mo Lingchen suddenly spoke, asking in a voice only the two of them could hear, "What did the princess mean by what she just said?"

Jin Mudan dared not take the risk. She had heard that martial arts practitioners were sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, especially those elusive and unpredictable bodyguards.

She was afraid that even if she spoke very softly, the guards would hear her.

"During the time I was in a coma, I had very long dreams."

"In my dream, I am not a princess, and you are not a prince consort. We live happily together."

"So, I hope we can be like in my dreams, where I'm not a princess, but just your wife."

After Jin Mudan finished speaking, she hugged the man's waist tightly with both hands, pressed her face against his chest, and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

It seemed that only in this way could she feel that she was truly alive, and not dreaming.

Mo Lingchen's body stiffened, and he didn't hug her back, but his heart was inexplicably racing. He didn't know what was wrong with him; he just felt that she was acting strangely.

Tonight, he saw the shadow of Peony in her more than once.

I must be crazy to mistake her for a peony.

Seeing that he didn't respond and remained stiffly lying on the bed, Jin Mudan asked, "Does your head hurt again? Do you want me to massage it for you?"

The man had a habit of insomnia, so Jin Mudan specially learned some massage techniques to help relieve his headaches.

"No need."

Mo Lingchen turned over, feeling inexplicably irritated. She seemed to be imitating a peony.

Realizing this, a cold glint flashed in the man's eyes.

Jin Mudan didn't care much about his indifference, but she was still somewhat disappointed and aggrieved.

She imagined their long-awaited reunion as a heartfelt embrace where they would pour out their hearts to each other.

Instead of this unfamiliarity and alienation, and superficial harmony.

She knew it wasn't Mo Lingchen's fault, and was even somewhat touched.

But now that she occupies Chu Qinghe's body, all her feelings are real.

In short, she has mixed feelings right now.

You should find an opportunity to talk to him and make things clear as soon as possible.

Jin Mudan wrapped her arms around the man's waist from behind, pressed her face against his back, and habitually made a very dependent gesture.

Mo Lingchen got up irritably; this feeling was too strange.

In the past, he had no feelings for Chu Qinghe. Even on their monthly intimate days, he only went through the motions for revenge.

But tonight, she only hugged him briefly, and he thought of Peony, even feeling a man's urges towards a woman...

Although Jin Mudan possessed Chu Qinghe's body, she was still Jin Mudan at heart.

When she was with Mo Lingchen, she was filled with admiration, deep love, dependence, gratitude, ingratiation, and utmost caution...

Therefore, at this moment, faced with his irritability and impatience, her first thought was to admit her mistake, to appease him, and to obey him.

The woman watched his retreating figure anxiously for a while before cautiously asking, "What's wrong? Did I disturb you?"

"Or should I sleep outside?"

Upon hearing her words, the man's back stiffened, and he abruptly turned to look at her, as if trying to discern something from her face.

In the past, when he suffered from insomnia, irritability, and a bad mood, he would also lose his temper for no reason.

Peony asked him cautiously, indicating that she could go out to sleep and try not to disturb him.

Chu Qinghe was even more irritable than him. If he turned over more than three times, she would kick his leg and impatiently tell him to go out and sleep.

Mo Lingchen was basically certain that Chu Qinghe was indeed imitating Peony.

"Ha, what a pathetic imitation!"

The man left those words behind and then coldly departed.

Jin Mudan sat on the bed for a while before she understood what he meant.

She was really something; knowing that someone might be watching from the shadows, she shouldn't have revealed her identity. She should have tried her best to imitate Chu Qinghe's speech and mannerisms.

But when she's with Mo Lingchen, she can't help but prioritize him and put him first.

This must seem very strange to him, right?

This led him to mistakenly believe that Chu Qinghe was imitating him.

But how could that be possible? How could a proud princess like Chu Qinghe lower herself to imitate a courtesan?

Mo Lingchen did not return home all night, and Jin Mudan gradually fell asleep amidst her chaotic thoughts.

When she opened her eyes the next day, she saw Mo Lingchen standing by her bedside, followed by Consort Jing.

It has to be said that he is a really good actor; there's not a single flaw in his performance.

Consort Jing looked at Mo Lingchen's gentleness and thoughtfulness with satisfaction and praised him, "Seeing you two so loving, I feel relieved."

Not long after Consort Jing arrived, Mo Lingchen took his leave.

He said that he hadn't been home for seven or eight days since Chu Qinghe's accident, and now that the princess had woken up, he should go back to the manor to let her know he was safe.

After Mo Lingchen left, Jin Mudan suddenly became a little nervous. After all, she was not a real princess, and now she was facing Chu Qinghe's biological mother. She was afraid that Consort Jing would see through her disguise.

After all, what mother doesn't recognize her own child?

Jin Mudan tried to calm herself down. She felt that the atmosphere between mother and daughter should not be tense or awkward, but relaxed and intimate.

She should take the initiative to find topics to talk about, but she's afraid of saying too much and making mistakes.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you still feeling unwell?"

"I'm a little sleepy and not feeling well."

"You didn't sleep well after finishing, and I heard from the guards that the prince consort gave you a hard time afterward?"

Jin Mudan's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that those secret guards were even spying on their master's private life?

"No, the prince consort has insomnia. He can't sleep and keeps tossing and turning, making a lot of noise, which makes it hard for me to sleep either, so I let him go out."

Consort Jing nodded: "I doubt he would dare to give you a hard time."

"Is the prince consort usually good to you? Does he still often go to see that vixen?"

Jin Mudan was displeased, but she didn't show it on her face: "He rarely goes to see it anymore."

"That's good."

"You should get your health back in order as soon as possible. Once you have a child, he will settle down."

"Men are all fickle and easily bored; few are loyal, especially a half-dead man."