At the very beginning, Jun Moyi had already used up all his strength to survive in this cannibalistic palace.

Gradually, I seem to have become accustomed to the days where it is easy to avoid obvious attacks but difficult to guard against hidden ones.

As for whether it was hard or not, he had long forgotten about it.

However, at this moment, a woman held his hand and asked him softly if it had been very hard for him over the years.

Jun Moyi had long forgotten what hard work felt like, but when he saw the look in Sang Liwan's eyes, he nodded for some reason.

Sure enough, the next moment, he saw that Sang Liwan's eyes softened.

Jun Moyi sighed softly, "Why, is my princess starting to feel sorry for me?"

Sang Liwan's thoughts were revealed, but she didn't want to admit it.

I could only turn my head away and say something half-truthful, "Don't talk nonsense."

Jun Moyi didn't force it.

He simply turned around and held Sang Liwan's little hand in his own hand before she could take it away.

Sang Liwan always felt that there seemed to be something else behind their contact this time, and she struggled a little uncomfortably.

"release."

Unexpectedly, not only did she fail to break free, but the grip on her was tightened even more.

Sensing her slight struggle, Jun Moyi simply raised his eyebrows slightly and deliberately asked, "Are you shy?"

While speaking, Jun Moyi deliberately moved closer to Sang Liwan, and his warm breath fanned into her ears.

Sang Liwan felt his ears getting hot and subconsciously wanted to struggle.

But Jun Moyi spoke in a hoarse voice, "Wanwan wants to sit in my arms again?"

Now Sang Liwan didn't dare to move, for fear that this man would hug her again if they disagreed with him.

Sang Liwan was stunned.

When I was sitting in Jun Moyi's arms before, it was like sitting on a comfortable stool, and I didn't have any extra thoughts at all.

But now, when she heard Jun Moyi's words, she felt her heartbeat was out of control.

She just stared at Jun Moyi blankly, her red lips slightly parted, looking somewhat seductive.

Jun Moyi's eyes suddenly became deep.

He still remembered the kiss he had given Sang Liwan on the cheek on impulse that day.

Remembering the touch of her smooth skin against his lips, Jun Moyi instinctively felt that things seemed to be heading in some uncontrollable direction.

Sang Liwan is not at the age where she doesn't know anything. When she saw Jun Moyi's eyes, she more or less realized something.

This realization made her feel a little helpless.

Although Sang Liwan always teases Jun Moyi in her heart, she is a giant in words and a dwarf in actions.

I've only seen pigs run, but never eaten pork.

Although she had vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Jun Moyi a few days ago, today, Jun Moyi looked at her almost without restraint.

Such an aggressive gaze left her with nowhere to hide.

Sang Liwan didn't dare to look at him again. She turned her eyes away gently. A light blush appeared on her face, and her beautiful eyes were watery and filled with water.

Jun Moyi only felt that the heart in his chest had never beaten like this since he could remember.

His fingers holding the Buddhist beads clenched unconsciously, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms.

Jun Moyi's eyes, which always showed indifference, were now burning with a different kind of warmth.

"Wanwan..."

"Your Majesty."

The smile on Jun Moyi's face froze.

He slowly turned his head and saw Ye Lan coming over with a pot of tea, "Your Highness, please have some tea."

Jun Moyi's eyes turned gloomy.

He didn't say anything, and seemed unaware that Ye Lan was gone. He just lowered his head and sat there concentrating on his own work.

She placed the teapot in her hand on the stone table, placed two teacups on each side, and carefully poured out seven-tenths of the tea.

"Your Highness, Steward Song said it's time for you to have tea."

Jun Moyi still held Sang Liwan's soft little hand, but he didn't even glance at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared.

"Butler Song told you?"

Ye Lan seemed to realize at this moment that Jun Moyi was in a bad mood. The words she hadn't been able to say were stuck in her throat, her face flushed red, and then she fell to her knees with a thud.

Jun Moyi still sat there quietly playing with Sang Liwan's slender fingers, as if there was something interesting in his hand. Even the Buddhist beads that he never let go of were put aside for the time being.

Sang Liwan originally felt a little uncomfortable, but when he remembered Ye Lan's identity, he felt calm again.

Sitting quietly without saying anything.

Ye Lan felt that he had been kneeling on the ground for a long time. His knees had become numb and cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead.

She had not expected that this prince, who was rumored to be taciturn, could actually have such a strong pressure that made her almost unable to straighten her back.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ye Lan even felt that his body had become stiff from maintaining the same posture for a long time.

Only then did she hear Jun Moyi's indifferent voice.

"Okay, get up."

Ye Lan felt as if she had been pardoned, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She stood up, but because she had been kneeling for too long, she staggered and her legs almost gave way and she knelt down again.

However, from beginning to end, there was no extra expression on Jun Moyi's face because of her.

Only then did Ye Lan realize how ridiculous his previous relief was.

She actually thought that Jun Moyi was just a fool with nothing but good looks.

Jun Moyi glanced at her sideways, "You don't have to come forward to serve me when I'm with the princess."

"Yes, I've made note of it."

"Go down and accept the punishment yourself."

Ye Lan shuddered upon hearing this, and immediately collected his thoughts, lowering his brows and saying, "Yes, Your Highness."

After Ye Lan disappeared, Sang Liwan turned around and asked quietly, "How could you give her a warning so easily? Aren't you afraid that she'll hold a grudge against you?"

Jun Moyi chuckled: "Am I a good person?"

Sang Liwan was choked by his words, then laughed and said, "Your Highness is quite aware."

"We've been enemies since the beginning. If I treat her well, will she not attack me?"

Hearing his words, Sang Liwan nodded seriously, "Your Highness, this makes sense."

After saying that, her eyes fell on the pot of tea that Ye Lan had just brought.

"It seems like a good pot of tea."

Jun Moyi moved his wheelchair slightly and said, "Then try it."

"Aren't you afraid that girl will poison you?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Moyi was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes and eyebrows were all filled with smiles as if he had heard a funny joke.

Sang Liwan was frightened by his laughter.

"why are you laughing?"

"Wanwan, do you think those secret guards in my palace are just for show?"

Sang Liwan immediately dug his toes into the ground.

She forgot.