Ling Jingyu, who had been bowing his head, suddenly looked up at Mo Yunzhao upon hearing this.

The two locked eyes.

Mo Yunzhao's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly looked away.

"good."

Ling Jingyu's thousand words were reduced to just one word: "good".

In his past life, Ah Zhao wanted to kill him, but in this life, she says she wants to protect him.

Yes, that's enough.

Ling Jingyu stood up first, smiling as he extended his hand to her.

Mo Yunzhao stared at his hands, which were clad in snow-white silk gloves, and paused for a moment.

Ling Jingyu looked at her expectantly.

She tilted her head slightly, then reached out and gently grabbed the corner of the sleeve embroidered with plum blossoms, using it to stand up.

She stood up, just two steps away from him.

She looked up, he looked down, and their eyes met.

She said, "Your Highness, I need respect."

Ling Jingyu readily agreed: "Okay."

But he wouldn't respect her unconditionally like he did in his previous life. Sometimes, he still needed to be a little domineering and a little shameless and reckless.

Mo Yunzhao lowered her eyes slightly, with a shy and reserved air.

Ling Jingyu's eyes were gentle, filled with a doting smile.

The sun shone brightly, and the wind blew, making the plum tree in the corner, laden with fruit, rustle softly.

They stood facing each other, the wind lifting the hem of their red skirts.

Her delicate, fair fingers were still gently tugging at the corner of his sleeve.

This scene was filled with an indescribable emotion; even the green plums lacked a sweet taste.

Mo Yunzhao's magic is extremely depleting, causing damage to her body.

Ling Jingyu then used his magic to help her recover some of her strength, and after thinking about it, she ultimately did not refuse.

By the time it was ready, it was already noon.

Mo Yunzhao's complexion was much rosier than before. She looked up at Ling Jingyu, who looked tired, and then checked the time difference.

After a brief silence, he spoke, "It is already noon, Your Highness, why don't you stay for lunch?"

"Okay." Ling Jingyu replied with a smile without any hesitation.

Mo Yunzhao: "..."

She was just being polite; he didn't need to answer so seriously.

Mo Yunlan was already waiting in the flower hall.

She saw Mo Yunzhao and Ling Jingyu, both dressed in red, walking in side by side.

A breeze stirred, causing their black hair to intertwine slightly, and even their skirts and red robes seemed to brush against each other affectionately.

At first glance, she felt that the way the two of them walked together was a little sweet.

"Fu Liu, don't you think they looked like a couple about to get married when they were walking together before?"

Fu Liu, who was serving soup, nodded frantically.

Mo Yunlan then said, "Now, it feels like we're a newlywed couple, walking together, even the wind feels sweet?"

This gave her the feeling that Ah Zhao was already married.

I felt a little sour inside.

She looked up at Ling Jingyu with hostility; this was the man who was trying to take A Zhao from her.

"Miss should get married soon, stop being so sarcastic about the city lord." Fu Liu finished serving the soup, then turned and went to the small kitchen to get a big bone for Da Bai to chew on.

Ling Jingyu was not afraid of her hostility at all, and even nodded politely: "Sister-in-law."

Mo Yunlan wanted to retort, but then thought the two were a good match, so she silently swallowed her words.

Your Highness is a good person, and he's a good match for Ah Zhao.

During the meal, Ling Jingyu attentively served Mo Yunzhao food and soup, all of which were her favorites.

Mo Yunlan watched, wanting to speak several times.

His Highness didn't use serving chopsticks to serve food to A-Zhao; those were chopsticks he had bitten.

The bowl His Highness used to serve soup to A-Zhao was the one he had used.

Furthermore, when Ah Zhao couldn't finish her meal, His Highness simply took the half-bowl of rice and vegetables that was left over and ate it...