I leaned against the windowsill, having never really looked at him properly before, now staring intently at him.

He exuded an air of nobility, looking domineering and imposing.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Can I ask you a question?" I said with a serious expression.

Seeing this, he also became serious: "Go ahead and say it!"

What will you do if Murong Kui comes back?

He paused for a few seconds, clearly not expecting me to ask that.

"Whether she returns or not, you are my one and only!"

Watching him speak these words with such deep affection, my heart fluttered like a deer.

The blush on her face resembled the sunset on the horizon.

Seeing my shy expression, Ye Lisheng's lips curled into a doting smile.

Lingxin, clutching her food plate tightly in the corner, listened to our conversation, a sinister glint in her eyes.

After dealing with Kang'er's matter, Yanran returned to the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Ye Xuanling told her to rest for a few more days, but she was like a spinning top, always looking for things to do and not letting herself stop.

"Chunhua, where is Yanran?" To avoid revealing his true intentions to his servants, he asked casually, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Your Highness, Sister Yanran is in the kitchen now!"

"Okay, go ahead and get busy!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Ye Xuance dismissed everyone from the kitchen, leaving only Yanran busy in the kitchen.

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the steamed buns in the steamer were emitting a fragrant aroma of wheat.

Yanran sat by the fire, her eyes glazed over, lost in thought.

He stood to the side, his heart aching: "Yanran!"

Hearing someone call her name, she jumped up in fright.

In the chaos, he slipped on the water and fell backward.

No sooner said than done, Ye Xuanling darted forward and caught Yanran.

She was very light, with hardly any flesh on her body, and she met his eyes with a gentle smile.

Her face flushed red, and she quickly stood up: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Didn't I tell you to rest well?"

"Your Highness, Yanran is in good health!"

"I hereby order you to return to your room and rest now!"

His tone was somewhat angry, and Yanran lowered her head and remained silent.

Seeing this, he assumed the man was frightened and said gently, "I'm sorry!"

A pang of sadness welled up in my heart, and tears blurred my vision.

She buried her face in Ye Xuanling's arms, choking back tears, "I miss Kang'er. Why did they leave me all alone here!"

Ye Xuanling stiffened and hugged Yanran even tighter: "What are you afraid of? You still have me!"

"I will protect you!"

She had been living in fear for so long, but his words seemed to have a magical power, helping her break free from it.

No matter what happens, venting will make you feel much better.

After what happened yesterday, Yanran slept soundly until dawn.

Upon opening the door, I saw many red ribbons hanging on the tree.

A sweet smile curved her lips, much like the warm sunshine of March.

She knew without a doubt that Ye Xuanling had ordered his men to hang it up overnight.

"Have you decided what to write?" Ye Xuanling's voice rang out from behind.

"Are they useful?" Yanran asked, looking at the red ribbons.

"Why don't you try and see!" she said, handing the pen to Yanran.

"I heard about this from Okra. She said that if you hang red ribbons all over a tree and write your wishes on them, the gods in heaven will see them and come to grant your wishes!"

Seeing Yanran staring blankly at the red ribbon, hesitating to put pen to paper...

So he laughed and deflated the situation, saying, "I just think what she said is all nonsense to children, so let's not write it!"

"No! I believe it!"

Looking at her raised eyebrows and eyes, Ye Xuanling was somewhat mesmerized.

She gracefully and elegantly wrote her neat handwriting on it.

Ye Xuanling curiously peeked over to look, but Yanran covered her head.

"Please let me see it!"

"Oh no, it won't work if you see it!"

"Hmph! I'll sneak over later!" he thought to himself.

In a corner not far away, a green figure watched their every move.

Xia Yang was left at the Eighth Prince's residence by Consort Li, Ye Lisheng's birth mother, to take care of him.

Consort Li was a vegetarian and a devout Buddhist, and she would go to the royal Buddhist hall for quiet meditation every now and then.

The sound of the wooden fish drum resonated throughout the Buddhist hall, instantly calming a troubled and disturbed mind.

Xia Yang reported everything to Consort Li in detail.

She was furious after hearing this: "How dare you seduce a prince!"

"I usually spoil Xuan'er and let him have his way with everything. I never expected him to do something like this!"

"Your Highness, please don't blame the Prince. That vixen used some unknown means to bewitch him!"

Hearing this, Consort Li's anger subsided somewhat.

"Keep a close eye on them and figure out a way to get rid of that vixen. Report to me immediately if anything happens."

"Yes, ma'am!"

From then on, Yanran would write red ribbons every day, as if it had become a habit, while Ye Xuanling always forgot to come and read them.

The wind blew fiercely last night, and this morning a layer of withered yellow leaves had accumulated.

A gust of wind blew by, and they danced like butterflies in the breeze.

Standing inside the solemn palace, I dared not breathe, my head bowed, avoiding Ye Liming's scrutinizing gaze.

Recently, rumors have been circulating in the city, and most of these gossips are about me.

"I heard you suffered from amnesia recently?" The authoritative voice rang out.

"Your Majesty, Murong truly does not remember anything from the past!"

"Do you still remember how you got back to the Prince of Anyang's residence?"

His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through my heart and see into my secrets.

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