That's just right.

Ling Jingyu felt embarrassed under the gazes of the three men and the tiger.

He lifted his robe, sat down steadily, closed the book, and set it aside.

"Nie You, take him away."

He really didn't know how to deal with this little eunuch. If he killed him, it would make him seem guilty. If he kept him, it would make him seem like he had something to do with it.

It was all Nie You's fault.

Thinking this, Ling Jingyu turned his gaze to Mo Yunlan.

He has a few good friends, which would be a good match for his sister-in-law.

As Nie You carried the young eunuch away, he didn't forget to offer an explanation for the Crown Prince.

“Lord Mo, it’s not what you think. The stain on His Highness’s clothes is really tea, nothing else.”

Ling Jingyu's temples throbbed, then he said to Mo Yunlan, "Today I saw how beautiful my sister-in-law is, gentle and dignified, and she is quite a good match for my friends..."

Mo Yunlan lifted the gleaming broadsword, then hoisted it onto her shoulder. "Your Highness, are you really sure I'm gentle and dignified?"

Ling Jingyu saw that Nie You didn't even turn his head, "It's alright, I have plenty of friends who like my sister-in-law's straightforward and lively personality."

Nie You paused slightly. Why was His Highness staring at his back?

Could it really be...?

Cough cough, quickly grab the chrysanthemum, pick up the little eunuch, and run away in a flash.

He's a man who likes girls!

Ling Jingyu pointed to a spot, indicating that they should sit down.

After Mo Yunzhao sat down on the lower left, he raised his bare feet and said, "Ah Zhao, I really am doing my nails."

Mo Yunzhao glanced at him, noticing his fair, slender, and broad legs, and nodded slightly, "Mm."

Looking at her indifferent expression, Ling Jingyu felt conflicted.

Does she believe it or not?

Mo Yunlan was carefree and curious. "I've been here several times, and Your Highness doesn't have any maids here. Why are they all men?"

She looked around and didn't see a single female mosquito.

Ling Jingyu said seriously, "Yes, he did when I was young, but some of them had ulterior motives and always wanted to climb into my bed, which was troublesome."

Just imagine, he was only three years old, and yet little palace maids were already subtly hinting at their feelings for him, trying to cultivate a relationship with him...

Some palace maids even tried to treat him like an innocent baby, attempting to pull open their clothes and feed him...

I quickly interrupted these thoughts that haunted my mind.

I'm scared, I'm scared.

Mo Yunlan glanced at the books on the small table. "No wonder."

This person has developed a psychological trauma from being frightened by women.

These meaningful words made Mo Yunzhao look over as well.

On the book cover, the words "The Emperor's Guide to His Husband" were clearly visible.

Ling Jingyu rubbed his forehead in exasperation, "Ah Zhao..."

I really want to find out who drew this storybook. Couldn't the book cover have said "The Empress's Husband-Taming Chronicle"?

Mo Yunzhao gestured for Fu Meng to open the food box and set out the food. "Your Highness has a rather unusual quirk, it's alright."

Ling Jingyu was too tired to speak.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make; the more you try to explain, the worse it gets.

Looking at the delicious food, Ling Jingyu decided to change the subject and salvage some dignity.

"Did A-Zhao make this for me herself?"

Mo Yunlan chuckled twice as she interrupted, "I've never eaten anything made by A-Zhao. Does Your Highness think you're an exception?"

Ling Jingyu looked up at Mo Yunzhao and said, "Oh."

A little disappointed.

Mo Yunzhao frowned.

Mo Yunlan said angrily, "Speaking of which, that Ling Yongqing is so hateful! I had planned that A-Zhao would see me first, but that ugly man beat me to it!"

Ling Jingyu frowned, his peach blossom eyes turning cold, concealing a murderous intent: "Hmm."