Mo Feng added, "I think I heard the people say that Mo Rufeng went to the prince to express his gratitude for the prince's great kindness."

Yun Qingluo's face turned cold. How dare they make a move against even members of the royal family!

"Find two reliable people and a doctor. Tell them that I caught a cold yesterday and am seriously ill and bedridden. I am resting in seclusion and will not see anyone."

"Yes, Your Highness." Mo Feng suppressed his doubts, accepted the order, and withdrew.

The prince once said that when he is not around, the princess represents him.

That evening, Mo Rufeng appeared in Yun Qingluo's courtyard, further confirming Yun Qingluo's thoughts.

"Young Master Mo, what brings you here? But the Princess Consort has caught a cold and is recuperating; she won't see anyone." An Jiu, who was guarding the door, greeted Mo Rufeng with a bow.

Mo Rufeng, dressed in white, smiled slightly and said in a calm voice, "I was worried about the Princess's condition, so I specially invited the best doctor in the city to come and introduce him to the Princess."

An Jiu blocked Mo Rufeng's path, "Young master, please wait. The princess has already given instructions not to see anyone. Please do not take offense."

Mo Rufeng's face stiffened, then he smiled slowly, "I was just worried about the princess's condition, please inform her."

Just as An Jiu was about to speak, a cough came from inside the room. "Cough cough, An Jiu, come in." The voice was weak and feeble.

An Jiu opened the door and invited the two inside.

When Mo Rufeng entered, he saw Yun Qingluo wearing an inner garment and an outer robe, leaning against the headboard, her face pale and looking extremely weak.

This seemed to be a stark contrast to their first meeting. Mo Rufeng was taken aback and quickly bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness. I heard that Your Highness has caught a cold, so I came here to visit you."

Yun Qinglu thought coldly to herself, "How could someone so easily lose her composure be a match for A-Chen? Perhaps she's making a mountain out of a molehill."

Yun Qingluo gave a weak smile, "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Mo. My illness isn't serious, but I need to rest in bed and have some peace and quiet."

The implication was clear: after your visit, get out of here.

Mo Rufeng insisted on having the doctor examine her, and Yun Qingluo, despite her repeated refusals, had no choice but to accept.

After the doctor finished taking his pulse, he followed Mo Rufeng away.

Yun Qingluo watched the two figures leave, "An Jiu, find someone skilled in stealth and have them follow them."

"Yes, Your Highness." An Jiu was once again filled with admiration for the princess, who was able to defy the heavens and change the symptoms of her pulse.

The princess is truly amazing. If he hadn't known this already, he would have almost thought she was seriously ill.