After finishing the stir-fried pig eggs, Lu Ziyuan wiped his mouth, looking rather awkward: "I didn't expect this to be so delicious."

He still couldn't accept eating this kind of food; Zhong Muyu's cooking skills were simply too good.

Zhong Muyu said, "Of course, I can make even bad food taste good for you. And don't be disgusted by it. People always say that you are what you eat."

Zhong Muyu packed her things triumphantly, then put her sharp knife into her toolbox.

The saying goes that you are what you eat, but in Lu Ziyuan's eyes, this was clearly a warning to him, a warning that he shouldn't have any improper thoughts, or he would be cut off.

His little princess is truly remarkable.

No, we can't keep going on like this.

After thinking it over for a while, Lu Ziyuan took advantage of Zhong Muyu's inattention while she was packing her things and picked her up and threw her onto her bed.

Because the manor was small, and because Zhong Muyu and Lu Ziyuan needed to maintain a semblance of peace, Lu Ziyuan had been sharing a room with Zhong Muyu ever since he arrived.

Of course, Zhong Muyu wouldn't give her Simmons mattress to such a dangerous person, so she modified the soft couch outside where Zaochun slept and sent Lu Ziyuan there.

These past few days have been relatively peaceful.

Before Zhong Muyu could react, Lu Ziyuan had already pinned her to the bed.

"Lu Ziyuan, what's wrong with you!"

Zhong Muyu rubbed her aching elbow. Her bed was soft enough, but being suddenly thrown onto it still hurt a lot.

"Didn't you say that you are what you eat? I reasonably suspect that you are worried about my abilities. Since you've already taken supplements, aren't you going to give it a try?"

Serves you right for being so talkative! Serves you right for being so talkative!

Zhong Muyu came to believe in the principle that too much talk leads to mistakes.

"I'm not worried about you. If you want to try love, go find someone else. I'm not the only woman in Qingshui Village!"

"But aren't you the only one right now?"

Looking at her flustered appearance, Lu Ziyuan noticed that Zhong Muyu rarely blushed, but it was always because of him. Did she have feelings for him?

The scorching breath on her face made Zhong Muyu's heart beat faster and faster.

At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: If only Lu Ziyuan weren't a prince.

Not a prince?

Zhong Muyu suddenly fell silent, staring straight at Lu Ziyuan. The more she did this, the more uneasy Lu Ziyuan felt.

"Lu Ziyuan, I know what you're thinking."

Zhong Muyu took a deep breath: "But you also need to listen to my thoughts. Is your behavior towards me just a passing fancy?"

Unexpectedly, Lu Ziyuan said very firmly, "I never do anything on a whim."

"Alright, listen carefully. If you want to be with me, then abandon your status as the Prince of Ling and divorce Su Zhirou. I said I would be with one person for life, and I will not share my husband with others. Can you do that?"

Lu Ziyuan did not answer this question immediately.

Zhong Muyu knew, of course, that he couldn't answer: "You can't do it, right? Then get out of the way."

Is this all you asked for?

"That's right, think about it carefully, there's no need to rush to give me an answer."

While Lu Ziyuan was still in a daze, Zhong Muyu pushed him away with difficulty, pointed to the door, and said with an expression that left no room for argument: "Get out."

Lu Ziyuan walked out silently, his mind constantly occupied with Zhong Muyu's request.

Su Zhirou is a concubine, considered a high-ranking concubine, and cannot be easily divorced; it would cause a lot of trouble. If he doesn't divorce her, even if he assures Zhong Muyu that he has never touched Su Zhirou before and never will, Zhong Muyu won't believe him.

Giving up his identity as the Prince of Ling would be even more difficult, and besides, he couldn't.

Looking at the off lights in Zhong Muyu's room, Lu Ziyuan sighed softly.

The next day, the two of them, unusually, did not speak or chat, and did not even exchange glances. Zhiyu and the others did not know what had happened, and dared not say or ask.

Lu Ziyuan buried himself in his room to handle official business. At this moment, Chengfeng also arrived with new official business.

After leaving Lu Ziyuan's room, Chengfeng quietly asked Zhiyu, who was guarding outside, "What's wrong with His Highness? He seems to be in a bad mood. The Princess Consort is the same; she's been ignoring me. Did they have a fight?"

"I don't know if it started this morning, but the prince and princess haven't spoken to each other, but I didn't hear them arguing last night either."

Chengfeng said with some concern, "The princess already has a bad impression of the prince, and if they quarrel again, her impression will be even worse. We need to think of a solution."

"What can you and I do about our master's affairs?"

Chengfeng thought for a moment, then pulled Zhiyu over and whispered the plan in his ear.

Zhiyu asked, "Will it work? It's terrifying when the prince gets really angry."

“But no one but you can persuade the prince. I will try to talk to the princess.”

When it came to finding Zhong Muyu, Chengfeng wasn't sure he could succeed. In the past, he had only been able to get information by relying on Zaochun's help, but now that Zaochun wasn't here, he might not be able to do it on his own.

Once they finalized their plan, they split up and began to act.

Cheng Feng searched around but couldn't find Zhong Muyu. Meanwhile, Zhong Muyu was riding her bicycle to the lake at the end of the village to fish.

She also wanted to find a quiet place to hide.

On the other side, Zhiyu, carrying tea and snacks, knocked on Lu Ziyuan's door.

"Your Highness, please rest for a while. I'll have Sister-in-law Zheng make some snacks."

"Put it down."

Lu Ziyuan neither stopped writing nor looked up.

However, Zhiyu did not leave.

Lu Ziyuan looked up and saw that he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"What's up?"

Zhiyu lowered her head: "I dare to ask, but you seem to be in a bad mood today. I wonder what happened, and I am very worried."

Lu Ziyuan sighed: "Nothing else."

"Is it because of the Princess?"

Lu Ziyuan was taken aback, but then he thought that it was not surprising that Zhiyu would discover the problem since she spent every day with them. So he said, "I really don't know what to do about Zhong Muyu."

Zhiyu thought for a moment: "Someone with the princess's temperament must not be able to tolerate the slightest grievance."

"Yes, I want her to come back, but her condition is that I divorce Su Zhirou and give up the title of Prince Ling."

"To be honest, Consort Su and the Princess have always been at odds, so this condition is understandable."

"I understand her, but divorcing Su Zhirou is not something that can be done in a short time. I'm afraid she won't believe me."

As Lu Ziyuan spoke, he suddenly looked up at Zhiyu.

Zhiyu sensed that her lord had some strange idea again.

"Stop the rain..."

"Your subordinate is here."

Zhiyu lowered his head.

"I have a plan that I need you and Chengfeng to carry out together."

Lu Ziyuan beckoned, and Zhiyu leaned in to listen.

After listening, Zhiyu looked very troubled: "Your Highness, you actually want us to act as persuaders."

"With a two-pronged approach, I will give her a satisfactory answer. In short, it's up to you."

"Your Highness... Ah, I understand."

Zhiyu sighed. She should have known better than to come and try to persuade the prince. Was the princess so easy to talk to?