"Huh?" Mo Yunlan nodded blankly, "Yes."

I don't know why, but I felt that the Third Prince looked a bit pretentious from that angle just now.

At least compared to His Highness the Crown Prince's natural endeavors, that's the case.

However, remembering that she had come to collect the pills, Mo Yunlan smiled and praised, "Third Prince, you have such a talent for literature. This poem is so beautiful, and your zither playing is also wonderful."

"I acted on impulse, inspired by my feelings." Ling Yongnian stood up, his posture upright, and smiled gently, revealing his refined and handsome appearance. "If Miss Mo does not mind, I will give it to you."

When I need someone's help, how could I dare to refuse?

Mo Yunlan smiled and took back the Xuan paper, rolled it up, and tucked it into her sleeve. "I don't mind, but I don't understand poetry. If A-Zhao likes it, I'll give it to her."

She's a violent woman who only knows how to punch people; appreciating poetry isn't her hobby.

Ling Yongnian's eyes flashed, and he nodded with a smile, "Alright, but it doesn't seem quite right to just pass the poem around like this..."

Mo Yunlan was naive. "It's okay, I'll just tell A-Zhao that it was from you."

Ling Yongnian smiled and stepped forward, standing in front of her. He looked down at her and then took out a small brocade box from the jade belt at his waist.

"I went back and thought about it, and I'll only feel at ease handing it over to you in person."

Lai Hongbo joked, "The Third Prince is thinking of the Beauty..."

"Shut up." Ling Yongqing glared at him. "If you keep talking nonsense and ruin the young lady's reputation, I will not forgive you."

Lai Hongbo's teasing tone remained unchanged.

"Yes, yes, yes, it is I, Si Meiren. But Third Prince, you refer to yourself as 'I' when you are with her, but you refer to yourself as 'this king' when you are with me. Isn't that a bit too much of a treatment?"

Looking at Mo Yunlan, whose face was flushed, Ling Yongnian said softly, "He just said it casually, don't take it to heart."

"No." Mo Yunlan smiled, not caring at all.

Ling Yongnian stretched out his hand, "Miss Mo, the pill."

Mo Yunlan hummed in agreement. The brocade box looked rather small in his broad palm, and she could feel his gentle smile as he stared at her.

It made her feel a little uneasy, so she quickly reached out to take it.

The moment their hands touched, his hand trembled slightly, and in a moment of nervousness, he accidentally grasped her hand.

Mo Yunlan quickly withdrew her hand and wiped it on the hem of her skirt. "Thank you."

Ling Yongnian looked down at her and chuckled softly, "I never thought that the carefree Miss Mo could be so shy, and so adorable at that."

Mo Yunlan forced a smile and said, "I'm going back now."

"Wait a minute," Ling Yongnian called out urgently.

Mo Yunlan looked up at him and saw his gentle smile, with a blush on his face. She asked in confusion, "Is the Third Prince hot?"

"Did the Crown Prince go to the manor to repair Lord Mo's pills?" Ling Yongnian asked.

"Huh?" Mo Yunlan shook her head, a little confused. "No, does His Highness the Crown Prince have any healing pills? I didn't hear him mention them."

Ling Yongnian said, "The Crown Prince is a disciple of Medicine God Valley and can also refine medicine. He naturally has healing pills. He cares so much about City Lord Mo, I thought he would give them to him. I was just waiting for you here today by chance."

Lai Hongbo interjected, "The Third Prince was waiting for you here the day before yesterday."

"Shut up, or you'll get thirty lashes later." Ling Yongnian glanced sideways and reprimanded in a deep voice.

Mo Yunlan didn't react and just said "oh".

Ling Yongnian: "After you left that day, the Crown Prince told me not to interfere in Lord Mo's affairs, nor to give him the repair pills. He also said that he would give him the pills and repair Lord Mo's dantian. That's why I think so."