Memorial tablet?
Mo Shisheng's lips twitched slightly involuntarily. This man really dared to say anything; was he even cursing her?
Mo Shisheng slowly turned around in the bathroom and looked at Ming Beiya. When Ming Beiya looked over, she rolled her eyes at him.
"Ah Sheng, you..."
Just as Ming Beiya was about to speak, Mo Shisheng turned around and walked towards the carriage.
Although she was only about as tall as the carriage step, it was no trouble for her to get on. She easily boarded the carriage by lightly touching the ground with her toes.
"Return to the palace."
As soon as Mo Shisheng got into the carriage, she said to the driver, "Hurry up."
"Princess, that Young Master Ming, he..."
"No need to wait, let's go."
Mo Shisheng sat in the carriage with her eyes gently closed, as if she were dozing. Upon hearing the coachman's words, she replied without hesitation.
"Can……"
"Ah Sheng, this is not a good idea."
Ming Beiya naturally heard what Mo Shisheng said. With a slight smile on his lips, he reached out to pinch Mo Shisheng's cheek when the girl, who had been pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Her peach blossom eyes held a hint of coldness as she stared directly at Ming Beiya's outstretched hand.
Mo Shisheng suddenly opened her eyes, causing Ming Beiya's outstretched hand to freeze in mid-air. "Asheng."
"Shrink back, or I'll cripple you."
He glanced indifferently at Ming Beiya's hand and said coldly, "Be mindful of your status. Know what you should and shouldn't do."
“Although I am officially the princess’s teacher, my real identity is to make the princess take responsibility for me.” Ming Beiya’s lips curled slightly as he softly said to the coachman outside the carriage, “Let’s go back to the palace.”
"yes."
Upon hearing Ming Beiya's instructions, the coachman responded and then drove the carriage towards the palace.
"..."
Seeing the coachman listen to Ming Beiya's words, Mo Shisheng became even angrier.
Now that Ming Beiya has more say than her, won't her status be even lower than Ming Beiya's in the future?
Thinking of this, Mo Shisheng pursed her lips gently, and closed her eyes again with a surge of anger in her heart. However, this time, her brows furrowed slightly as she closed her eyes.
Ming Beiya naturally sensed Mo Shisheng's anger. He smiled faintly and reached out his slender, fair hand to smooth out Mo Shisheng's furrowed brows.
This action caused Mo Shisheng to open her eyes again, her coldness intensifying.
"Go to sleep. I'll wake you when we get to the palace."
Ming Beiya seemed oblivious to Mo Shisheng's cold gaze, gently touching the girl's soft hair before withdrawing his hand.
His quick withdrawal of his hand left Mo Shisheng with no way to retaliate. After thinking for a moment, Mo Shisheng felt a little tired, so she closed her eyes and said nothing more.
She hadn't had a good rest since yesterday, and when she discovered that the palace servant had gone in and touched the heater in the afternoon, she knew that things weren't so simple.
After getting up and checking, he casually threw the blankets and other things next to the heater, and watched coldly as the fire grew bigger and bigger before climbing out the window.
When I returned to the side hall of the Forget-Worry Palace to rest, this man next to me led me out, claiming it was for a balance between work and rest?
Damn it, what a joke!
I believed his nonsense; that old geezer is wicked.
On the way, Ming Beiya told the driver to slow down and try to minimize the jolting of the carriage so that Mo Shisheng could sleep peacefully without being disturbed.
Ming Beiya tilted his head, his gaze fixed on the girl without ever looking away.
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