After a night of tossing and turning, Lanxi was extremely tired, but she wanted to chat with Anning, so in the end, she fell asleep in Anning's arms.

In another carriage, Mu Ange and Mu Anxiang sat facing each other, Mu Anxiang so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground.

He was really unhappy. Not only did Anning steal and monopolize his wife, but she also forced him to sit with his third brother. He used to think that he and his third brother were the same kind of people who only knew how to indulge in pleasure. But after spending the night together, he felt that his third brother had evolved on his own but hadn't taken him with him.

Looking at her dazed younger brother beside her, Mu Ange felt a headache coming on. It was all Lan Xi's fault for stealing away her little wife. Now, she had to sit in the same carriage with him. It was infuriating.

"Uh, Third Brother?"

Mu Anxiang asked tentatively.

Mu Ange didn't even look at him, and simply asked, "What is it?"

"Where are you going, Third Brother?"

"border."

"Are we going to suppress bandits?"

"Um."

"Then you can escort us to the border, right?"

"Um."

"Third Brother, are you tired?"

"Um."

"Then you should rest, Third Brother."

"Um."

Mu Anxiang couldn't take it anymore. Why was her third brother making those "uh-huh" sounds? Was he disgusted with her?

"Third brother, do you dislike me?"

Mu Ange reflexively hummed in response, then realized what she meant and said "no".

Mu Anxiang gave a somewhat dejected "hmm," indicating that he already knew; his third brother simply disliked him.

"Third Master, if you don't like me, I'll go and sit in Lanxi's carriage?"

Mu Ange, who had been looking annoyed, suddenly became interested: "Okay."

With a whoosh, the carriage stopped, and Mu Anxiang was practically forced off the carriage by the Third Prince.

He scurried to the carriage behind, only to find his wife sleeping in Anning's arms. In an instant, his face turned green.

"Shall I do it?"

Anning's legs were also a little sore, so she nodded.

She carefully placed Lanxi's head on Mu Anxiang's lap, then quietly slipped away.

The moment the carriage curtain was lifted, Mu Ange's gloomy face instantly brightened.

"You didn't spend the whole night with me?"

Mu Ange's tone and expression were just like those of a wronged young wife.

Why that expression?

Mu Ange grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms: "Did you miss me?"

Mu Ange looked into her eyes, her tone somewhat urgent.

An Ning reached out and pushed against his chest, which was pressing down on her. "What are you doing? Let's get this straight, we're not together yet, at least I'm not... okay, can you please stop flirting with me?"

Mu Ange's handsome face kept getting closer to An Ning, and his crimson lips suddenly stopped just as they were about to touch An Ning's forehead.

An Ning felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest, pounding loudly.

"Then do you want to be with me? I can't wait."

An Ning shrank into his arms, her face burning red.

"Okay, okay, please let me go."

An Ning snuggled into Mu Ange's arms like a cat, inexplicably making Mu Ange's heart itch.

"Let go? Impossible, I'll never let go in this lifetime."

Mu Ange ignored An Ning's words and hugged her even tighter.

Anning pushed his chest hard: "I'm about to suffocate."

Mu Ange chuckled softly, "Alright, alright, I'll loosen the reins a little bit!"

"Your Highness!"

Just as Mu Ange was about to release An Ning, the carriage curtain was suddenly lifted...