As soon as Yun Qingluo finished speaking, the expressions of the people on the Third Prince's side changed drastically. The people who hadn't taken it seriously before quickly checked their calculations.

She really is twenty-three.

They thought the princess had just guessed a number randomly; they hadn't seen her calculate it at all. Was the princess really that capable?

Seeing that the Third Prince remained silent, Yun Qingluo raised an eyebrow, "Am I wrong?"

The Third Prince was heartbroken. He had spent many days calculating this question and even used many objects to deduce it, but she answered it so easily.

"Your Highness's answer is correct. However, I have another question, and I would like to ask Your Highness to enlighten me. There are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage. There are 35 heads on the cage and 94 feet on the cage. How many pheasants and rabbits are there?"

After answering Yun Qingluo's question, the Third Prince, in an attempt to save face, immediately threw out another question, leaving everyone scratching their heads in frustration before they could even cheer.

Yun Qingluo tilted her head slightly, "Twenty-three chickens and twelve rabbits."

The Third Prince's expression turned from shock to dismay. How did she find out?

This book is a unique copy; he specifically checked and it's impossible for it to be available on the market. She must have guessed wrong.

The Third Prince steadied himself and asked, "Why did the Princess say there were twelve?"

When Yun Qingluo gave her answer, everyone saw the Third Prince's ugly expression and thought that Yun Qingluo had guessed correctly. Now it seems that she may have guessed wrong.

Everyone wore expressions of "I knew it!" They said she had just guessed, and now she'd been exposed.

Yun Qingluo glanced at everyone's performance with a cold expression, feeling inevitably disappointed.

He immediately declared loudly, "Let's assume there are thirty-five chickens, then there should be seventy legs, but actually there are ninety-four legs. These extra twenty-four legs come from the rabbits that are being treated as chickens. So we need to discard twelve rabbits from the thirty-five chickens, so in the end there are twenty-three chickens and twelve rabbits. Third Prince, is that correct?"

The Third Prince was greatly shocked and nodded after a long while. "The Princess Consort is indeed amazing. I admire her."

Yun Qingluo originally wanted to ask him a few questions to make things difficult for him, but when she saw Mo Beichen's gloomy face out of the corner of her eye, she had no intention of arguing with him anymore. After being praised by the emperor for a few words, Yun Qingluo sat back down.

The hall was filled with singing and dancing once again, and the sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air. Everyone pretended that nothing had happened, but their expressions betrayed their joy.

Today we finally avenged our humiliation, it's so gratifying!

At that moment, Yun Qingluo's image instantly became lofty and noble in the eyes of a group of patriots.

Yun Qingluo didn't care about this at all; she only cared about why the person next to her was suddenly unhappy.

"Ah Chen, are you feeling unwell?" Yun Qingluo reached out and took Mo Beichen's hand, asking with concern.

Mo Feng snorted coldly. "Hmph, the prince has been unhappy for a long time, and she's blind to have only just noticed."

Mo Beichen didn't want to frighten Yun Qingluo, so he shook his head slightly, "It's nothing, don't worry."

However, her expression remained agitated, and Yun Qingluo turned to look at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng saw Yun Qingluo's questioning gaze and didn't want to pay attention to her, but fearing that the prince would make him sick, he had no choice but to raise his eyes and gesture towards the Third Prince.

Yun Qingluo followed the gaze and saw that the Third Prince's expression was still not good, but it wasn't as bad as before, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He lost, so what's there to be excited about?

Mo Beichen's hand tightened slightly. Yun Qingluo felt a pain and came to her senses. Seeing that Mo Beichen's expression had become even more unpleasant, a sudden idea flashed in her mind.

Is Ah Chen jealous?

A sweet feeling welled up in Yun Qingluo's heart, but she also felt a little sad. She was jealous but didn't want to tell her. She even tried to hide her prickly side, afraid of scaring her.

That scoundrel, so domineering yet so subservient, suddenly left her helpless.

Yun Qingluo turned slightly to the side, using her sleeve to cover herself, and kissed the corner of Mo Beichen's lips. She felt Mo Beichen stiffen, and secretly chuckled to herself.

She kissed him again before whispering, "Ah Chen, don't be jealous. He's not as good as a scrap of your clothing."

Only after he finished speaking did he turn around and sit up straight.

The anger on Mo Beichen's face vanished without a trace, and the rage in his heart also subsided considerably.

But the morbid possessiveness in his heart still raged on unchecked.

He didn't want her to be so dazzling; there was a kind of anger in him that felt like a treasure he had carefully guarded had been discovered by someone else.

He suddenly wished she could be like before, so that she could belong to him alone, and only he would know her goodness and her beauty.

He wanted to hide her away, so that no one could catch a glimpse of her.

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Mo Beichen's eyes, while his other hand, which was not being held by Yun Qingluo, clenched into a fist as he restrained the madness within him.

Yun Qingluo poured Mo Beichen a glass of wine. "Achen, don't be angry. I just can't stand how arrogant he is."

Mo Beichen picked up his wine, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp. Yun Qingluo felt somewhat helpless. How come she hadn't noticed how stingy he was in her past life? In her past life, she had been so generous that she had sent him to the scumbag's mansion on their wedding night.

In this life, she got so angry after just a few words with someone. Yun Qingluo sighed inwardly.

Fine, I'll spoil him.

Mo Beichen suddenly moved closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her ear, but the words he spoke made Yun Qingluo feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Luo Luo, I'll lock you up so only I can see you, okay?"

Yun Qingluo suddenly looked up and saw his serious expression, as if he was really considering doing so, and she immediately felt flustered.

how so?

In her past life, she angered him so much that she not only talked to other men but also told him in front of him that she would never like him, this devil, no matter who she liked. Yet he didn't go crazy and want to lock her up. How could he do that now?

Did she accidentally trigger his yandere tendencies?

My goodness, how is she supposed to handle this?

Yun Qingluo's voice trembled slightly, "Ah... Ah Chen, why would you say that? Haven't I always been yours alone?"

Mo Beichen's voice was like a phantom in the night, full of allure, "But Luo Luo is so beautiful, I don't want others to see her."

Seeing this, Yun Qingluo tried to explain, "Achen, I'll try to go out less often in the future, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen lowered his brows and remained silent, seemingly considering the matter. Just as Yun Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking there was hope, she heard two words...

"not good."

Yun Qingluo's heart trembled. If she had known it would turn out like this, she wouldn't have been so stubborn. Damn it, he had already erected a high wall in her heart, trapping her inside. What was she going to do?

Although she wanted to be with him all the time, she also had family and many things to do.

Neither of them spoke again after that.

Mo Feng overheard their conversation and was both shocked and frightened. The prince actually wanted to imprison the princess. This was troublesome. What if the general came to make a scene? How would the world view the prince?

The prince cannot have any stains on his body; he must find a way quickly.

When we get back, we need to find Han Shaoqing and think of a solution. The princess is really something, always causing trouble.