Lai Hongbo then asked, "Will she give the poem to Mo Yunzhao? Will she repeat what she just said?"

If the poem was given to her first, and then to Mo Yunzhao.

Doesn't that mean the Third Prince wants to seduce the two sisters?

And those words spoken about His Highness the Crown Prince—if they reach the Crown Prince, the Third Prince will be punished by kneeling again.

Ling Yongnian was very certain and confident: "No."

"That's good." Lai Hongbo was relieved and believed it.

After all, he had never seen a girl as stupid as Mo Yunlan.

Ling Yongnian opened his eyes, the music stopped, and said, "Go back and get twenty strokes of the cane."

"Really?" Lai Hongbo's eyes widened. They said it was just acting, so why did he actually fight?

Ling Yongnian looked up at him, "You'll be more convincing when you see Miss Mo next time."

In order to help the Third Prince obtain Moyang City, Lai Hongbo had no choice but to endure it.

...

Mo Yunlan put the brocade box away, held the Xuan paper in one hand, and rubbed her aching nose with the other.

Along the way, she was thinking about how to explain the origin of the Repairing Pill and how to repair Mo Yunzhao's dantian; she didn't think about anything else.

Once she arrived at Zhaotian Garden, she had already devised a plan. For the time being, she would not mention the recovery pill; she would make proper arrangements in a few days.

"What's wrong with Big White? Who dares to pluck its fur?"

Mo Yunlan saw that Da Bai was holding a tuft of long hair in its mouth and trying hard to stick back to her body, and it even stopped eating the dried fish that Fu Liu had made.

Then look at those teary tiger eyes; they've transformed a ferocious beast into an adorable pet.

"I was bullied by Dapeng."

Fu Liu was about to pick up the dried fish when Da Bai slapped her back with a furry tiger paw. She let go of Da Bai's paw and buried her head in eating the dried fish.

"Sister, you're back." Mo Yunzhao looked up at her. "Have you eaten?"

Mo Yunlan saw that the food on the table had not been touched, and knew that Mo Yunzhao was waiting for her. She was deeply moved.

Ah Zhao used to not wait for her to eat.

"I came across a fine poem today, I'll give it to you."

Mo Yunlan wolfed down a few mouthfuls of rice, then, remembering the poem, handed the Xuan paper to Mo Yunzhao.

She decided that she needed to change A-Zhao's opinion of Ling Yongnian first.

Thus, Ah Zhao was able to accept the fact that the Repairing Pill belonged to Ling Yongnian.

At least they won't be so resistant.

"What poem?"

Mo Yunzhao did not accept it, because the Xuan paper not only had the fragrance of ink, but also seemed to have a faint ambergris scent.

That was the smell of Ling Yongnian, which she found repulsive.

Mo Yunlan reached out and took the Xuan paper, swallowed the rice in her mouth, and then began to recite.

"I would rather forgo a sorrow than know the secrets of my heart. I rejoice in my awakening against worldly ways; you know the difference in my heart."

After she finished reading, she smiled and squinted at Mo Yunzhao: "How was it? Wasn't it a good poem? Isn't the person who wrote it very talented?"

Her voice was clear and crisp; though she spoke without emotion, it was pleasant to listen to.

I didn't immediately grasp its meaning, but upon closer examination, I discovered the poem's profound beauty.

Mo Yunzhao's gentle face turned somewhat cold. "You went out today just to get this poem?"

"No, it was just a coincidence."

Mo Yunlan felt a little guilty as she said this, but she quickly asked, "Just tell me, aren't you very talented?"

Mo Yunzhao didn't answer, but asked instead, "Who wrote this poem? Was it for you or for me?"

"It's a gift for you." Mo Yunlan automatically ignored the previous question.

Fu Liu, who was serving the dishes, realized what it meant and exclaimed in surprise, "Someone is expressing their feelings to the city lord! It's an acrostic love poem!"