Jiang Qingwan stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.
She knew that with Mo Yunhan's keen senses, he would definitely notice it.
But if she had to choose between Zhuge Men and Mo Yunhan, she would choose the former without hesitation.
"Little Red is running off again? Let her be, she'll come back when she's had her fill of playing."
She replied casually and continued eating with her head down.
Mo Yunhan's heart ached terribly, and as if to prove something, he said, "If I wanted to know where it went, I would have sent someone to follow it, but I didn't. I thought you would tell me."
Jiang Qingwan raised her eyes again, her gaze indifferent.
"Mo Yunhan, that's just what you think."
The atmosphere became unusually tense.
Neither of them gave way, and neither of them spoke again.
The only sound in the room was Jiang Qingwan eating. She ate very gently and obediently, looking as beautiful and charming as a particularly docile little wife.
But the reality is quite different.
Her coldness and hardness were more hurtful than swords.
Mo Yunhan suddenly raised his hand, his palm tightening and loosening in turn.
The wound on his palm was roughly and forcefully broken open, and blood rolled down.
"Draw the talisman. I'm very busy and don't have time to wait with you."
A hand reached out, and a drop of blood unexpectedly dripped onto the back of Jiang Qingwan's hand.
The white and crimson hues were strikingly bright.
Jiang Qingwan said nothing, pushed aside the bowl and chopsticks, took out the talisman paper, picked up a clean wolf-hair brush, and, with blood on it, meticulously drew a picture.
She drew very quickly; those complex and strange lines flowed smoothly from her pen like clouds and water.
It's pleasing to the eye.
Even after the last stroke was made, Mo Yunhan still hadn't received an explanation.
Disappointed, he clenched his fist, got up, and left.
Lian'er stood guard outside and did not hear the arguing, but when she curtsied, she saw Mo Yunhan's ashen profile as he turned and left.
Startled, she immediately went into the room.
"Miss, you and the Prince..."
She was interrupted by Jiang Qingwan before she could finish speaking.
Where is Qing Sui?
Lian'er hurriedly said, "She's still at the blacksmith's shop. Shall I go find her?"
"No need!"
Jiang Qingwan carefully put away the talisman she had drawn.
"Light the lamp and come with me outside."
"yes!"
Lian'er had been with Jiang Qingwan for many years, so she could tell that something was wrong with her mood.
But I also know that if she doesn't want to tell me, asking her is pointless.
The two had just stepped out when Qin Minglang stopped them.
He claimed to be ill and stayed in his room to rest, but his mind was never truly at peace.
Having just witnessed Mo Yunhan leave with an unfriendly expression, she began to stir again.
"Wanwan..."
Lian'er immediately stepped in front of them.
"General Qin, my prince is right outside the courtyard."
Qin Minglang scoffed in a low voice.
"When did it become your place, a mere maid, to interrupt when I, the general, am speaking to your young lady? Get out of my way!"
Lian'er was so angry she wanted to retort, but Jiang Qingwan had already spoken calmly.
"Qin Minglang, I'm not in a good mood."
Her voice was clear, gentle, and soft.
Under the moonlight, her exquisitely beautiful face shone with a gentle light.
It seems that she has a lot of grievances to confide in someone.
Qin Minglang's already restless heart was instantly engulfed in a storm of emotions.
He pushed Lian'er aside and stepped forward.
"Wanwan, no matter when or where, I am willing to be your strongest support. You can tell me if you are unhappy about anything, and I will definitely comfort you."
His hand had already reached for Jiang Qingwan's shoulder, as if he wanted to pull her into his arms.
Standing outside the courtyard, Mo Yunhan pursed his cold lips tightly, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent, but he did not turn back to stop them.
He was seething with anger.
Stubbornly and persistently, he waited for Jiang Qingwan to cry for help herself.
But there was still no sound from inside. He waited a few more breaths, and finally gave in. He turned around to go back and take a look, but almost bumped into Jiang Qingwan, who was preparing to go on a long trip.
It's his fault for being so preoccupied with worry that his alertness has become dulled.
They didn't even notice anyone coming out.
Their eyes met, and he immediately looked up and looked away, glancing behind Jiang Qingwan.
Qin Minglang was still standing in the same spot, his arm still raised, but he was frozen in mid-air and didn't move.
It seemed as if they had been immobilized by pressure points.
"What's wrong with him?"
Seeing that he had no intention of moving aside, Jiang Qingwan looked up and glared at him unhappily.
"I told General Qin I was in a bad mood, but he insisted on provoking me. Does Your Highness also want to try what it feels like to have a binding spell on your body?"
Her anger, however, brought Mo Yunhan a greater sense of comfort than indifference.
He glanced at Lian'er, who was carrying a lantern to the side.
Where are you going?
Jiang Qingwan was in a really bad mood at the moment.
It felt as if a stone was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
"Do I need to report to the Prince about everything I want to do and where I want to go? Get out of my way!"
Her flustered and temperamental appearance made Mo Yunhan's heart itch, and he almost reached out and rubbed her little head a couple of times.
However, given that the immobilization talisman had already been tested, he suppressed his impulse and dared not provoke it.
"It's not safe at night, I'll stay with you."
"No need!" Jiang Qingwan refused coldly. "In the prince's heart, a vixen like me should be omnipotent. Besides, the entire village is part of the prince's plan. Do you think a woman as weak as me can escape into thin air?"
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand, pushed Mo Yunhan away abruptly, and went straight out the door.
Mo Yunhan raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose.
"You woman, I'm the one who should be angry, but you're the one throwing a tantrum."
His voice was low, as if he were muttering a complaint to himself.
Jiang Qingwan suddenly turned around and kicked him hard in the shin.
Her eyes, brimming with tears, became even more captivating as they burned with anger.
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