"But it's quite normal for the young prince to say such things when he sees Miss. Will he really make Miss take responsibility for him later?" Jiang Yao still didn't quite believe what Xiu had just said, after all, that person was Ming Beiya.
No matter what, he wouldn't go so far as to deceive a young lady who has no memory, would he?
However, the truth is that he shamelessly deceived Mo Shisheng...
Xiu pointed to the image projected from inside the stone, "Wait patiently for a moment, and you'll see how the young prince gets his master to take responsibility for him."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ge and Jiang Yao both turned their gazes to the image, not daring to slack off in the slightest, and watched it intently.
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Mo Shisheng frowned slightly. Ming Beiya saw her furrowed brows and assumed she was distressed. He smiled slightly and said, "I'm not in pain, I..."
"I'm still too soft-hearted."
Ming Beiya: "???"
"If you don't twist it for long enough, your bruises should go away in two days."
Ming Beiya: "????"
"This won't make you truly realize your mistakes."
Ming Beiya was silent for a while, then said, "I have deeply realized my mistake."
"..."
However, Ming Beiya's words did not elicit any further action from Mo Shisheng. She took her other warm little hand from beside Ming Beiya's neck and said, "Put me down."
"Can……"
"Um?"
Before Ming Beiya could utter his polite refusal, Mo Shisheng tilted her head slightly to look at him, and Ming Beiya's words instantly stuck in his throat, unable to speak any further.
He carefully placed Mo Shisheng on the snow, bending down gently. Mo Shisheng glanced at his cloak and found it an eyesore, so she reached out and pulled the hood off.
The hat was pulled off, and a head of long, silvery-white hair cascaded down like snow.
Mo Shisheng was stunned. The man's long, silvery-white hair was even more dazzling than snow.
She had never seen silver hair before.
Ming Beiya didn't expect Mo Shisheng to pull off his hat without saying a word. Then he saw Mo Shisheng's stunned expression and slowly squatted down. "We have a rule where we're from."
"What regulations?"
Mo Shisheng stared intently at Ming Beiya, seemingly pondering whether he was truly a deity.
"If someone sees your hair, you have to marry her, or you'll die a terrible death."
Ming Beiya spoke with a serious expression, especially when he mentioned that he would die a terrible death; his expression was even more serious and did not seem like a lie at all.
Mo Shisheng was clearly taken aback; her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she were stumped by the question.
Just when Ming Beiya thought Mo Shisheng would give him a touching answer, Mo Shisheng asked in confusion, "What if the person who sees your hair is a man?"
"..."
Ming Beiya's brow twitched slightly. "That's impossible."
"What if? I still saw you now."
Mo Shisheng pouted.
"..."
Hearing Mo Shisheng's increasingly absurd questions, Ming Beiya couldn't help but take a deep breath, afraid that she might lose control and end up spanking Mo Shisheng.
Once he calmed down, his words sounded like they were ground out from between his back teeth: "There's no such 'what if,' because you've already seen it, so you're the one who needs to take responsibility for me, understand?"
"I'm still young."
Mo Shisheng was displeased, and her gaze towards Ming Beiya changed. "How can you be like this?"
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