Mo Shisheng naturally placed her hand in Ming Beiya's large palm, "Let's go."
"good."
The man nodded slightly, carefully leading his girl across the snow.
The garden was not far from the main hall. During this time, Mo Shisheng glanced at Ming Beiya's mask and said, "Your mask looks a lot like mine."
"We are a match made in heaven."
Ming Beiya chuckled and spoke softly as they approached the main hall, "You go in first."
"Um."
They understood Ming Beiya's meaning; it wouldn't be good for them to go in together. If the people of the Southern Kingdom found out about Ming Beiya's identity, they would likely face a lot of trouble.
Mo Shisheng gently withdrew her hand, looking at the man with reluctance, "Then I'll go in, and you can come in too. It's cold outside."
The girl's soft, sweet voice was like honey poured over his heart, so sweet. He smiled and said, "Okay."
After receiving a response, Mo Shisheng turned and walked into the main hall, sitting down next to Qi Muxiao, covered in snow.
Upon seeing Mo Shisheng return, Qi Muxiao quickly reached out to take her left hand. Seeing this, Mo Shisheng raised an eyebrow slightly, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to hold my hand so often?"
"What's wrong?"
Qi Muxiao hadn't quite grasped what Mo Shisheng meant when she touched Mo Shisheng's hand and felt a warmth.
His gaze fell on Mo Shisheng and noticed that she was wearing a silver-white fox fur cloak. Before she could take off the hood, Qi Muxiao reached out and patted the snowflakes off the hood for her and took it off.
"You went back to get your cloak?"
No cherry blossoms
Mo Shisheng's red lips were even redder than usual, with a slight, alluring curve.
Qi Muxiao didn't ask any further questions. She looked down at Mo Shisheng's hand and found that the red mark on the back of her hand had disappeared, leaving it fair and tender without any trace of redness.
Are you alright?
"Um."
"Oh, right."
Qi Muxiao belatedly remembered a question from earlier, and looked at Mo Shisheng with a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Why was it wrong for you to keep holding my hand like that?"
I'm afraid people will misunderstand and think you like me.
Mo Shisheng remained calm, withdrawing her hand and placing it under her cloak to warm it.
Qi Muxiao: "..."
Her lips twitched involuntarily, and she moved a few steps away from Mo Shisheng in anger, accompanied by a haughty snort.
Mo Shisheng couldn't help but chuckle softly.
The banquet was still going on, and it was just as boring as the banquets in Qi Kingdom.
Mo Shisheng felt several gazes on her from the very beginning, but she didn't pay any attention to them.
He slightly raised his eyes and found that Ming Beiya had returned to his seat at some point, dressed in silver-white robes and wearing a silver mask. This was truly breathtaking beauty.
As she looked away, Mo Shisheng clearly saw the slight curve of Nan Chen's lips, full of calculation and gloom.
That bad feeling welled up in her heart again at this moment. She frowned slightly, trying to ignore the unease in her heart.
Nan Chen suddenly stood up from his seat. "Please be quiet, everyone. Today is an auspicious day, so Father Emperor specially invited you all to this banquet. It just so happens that we have auspicious snow, which is truly a rare occasion."
Mo Shisheng reached for the ginger tea in front of her, only to find it had already gone cold. She poured out the cold ginger tea and was about to pour herself a hot one when a cloth-covered iron cage was slowly pushed up.
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