Sang Liwan lazily turned over on the rockery, supporting his head with one hand and swinging the belt around his waist with the other hand, looking very lazy and relaxed.
"I'm sorry, I seem to have accidentally disturbed your good time."
Hearing her call herself "Princess", Jun Moyi couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle.
"Why are you here?"
Hearing this, Sang Liwan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, "Your Highness, do you think I'm ruining your good fortune?"
Before Jun Moyi could speak, Ye Lan, who had been kneeling on the side, bowed to Sang Liwan neither humbly nor arrogantly, very gracefully.
"This servant pays homage to the princess."
"Ye Lan?" Sang Liwan murmured her name softly, pushed hard with his hands, and jumped directly down from the rockery. His posture was extremely handsome and elegant.
"Your Majesty has good taste. It is indeed a nice name."
She said this in a sarcastic tone, and also indirectly jabbed Jun Moyi.
But Jun Moyi was not angry about this. Instead, he felt that Sang Liwan was even more adorable than when she said one thing and meant another.
He glanced at Sang Liwan dimly, and said with a half-smile, "Only if the princess feels it's good, then it's really good."
Sang Liwan curled her lips and stopped looking at him.
While the two were talking, Ye Lan kept his head down and knelt on the side, trying to reduce his presence, without even raising his head.
The expression on Sang Liwan's face looked better.
At least he knows the rules.
She took a breath and said, "Since the prince likes it, then stay by his side and serve him."
Jun Moyi waved his hand and let Ye Lan leave.
Sang Liwan gave him a forced smile and said, "Why are you so anxious? Are you worried that I'll embarrass her? I haven't finished explaining yet."
Jun Moyi stared at her with a deep gaze, and said meaningfully: "I didn't expect that when we play the jealous woman every night, it will have a unique flavor."
Sang Liwan rolled her eyes at him, then pursed her lips in the direction Ye Lan left, "Just leaving him here like that?"
Then, without waiting for Jun Moyi to answer, he continued, "Yes, it would be more reassuring to keep an eye on him, but..."
Having said this, she deliberately prolonged the ending tone.
Sure enough, Jun Moyi was also very cooperative.
"Just what?"
Sang Liwan lowered her head and smiled at him, her eyes and eyebrows shining.
"But with such a wonderful person by your side, wouldn't Your Majesty be tempted?"
Suddenly, Jun Moyi was stunned.
He looked at Sang Liwan, who seemed real but fake, and for a moment he was a little confused about what she was thinking.
Seeing that he was just looking at her without answering, Sang Liwan frowned and patted him lightly on the chest.
"Hey, why aren't you talking?"
A shallow vortex formed in Jun Moyi's dark eyes.
"You're worried about that?"
"Of course I'm worried. We're husband and wife, after all. What if you give up and run to the enemy camp, leaving me to fight alone? That wouldn't do."
Jun Moyi laughed, "With Princess Wanwan around, I'm afraid I don't have much of a chance."
Sang Liwan could tell he was still making fun of her attitude towards Ye Lan, and said unhappily, "Didn't you tell me to let the people behind her know that the relationship between you and me is gradually getting better, and that we're living in harmony?"
“So I’m praising you.”
Sang Liwan exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Really? Then I really didn't hear it."
Jun Moyi glanced at her and said, "This is too fake."
"Your Majesty, you change so quickly. That's not what you said just now."
"Really? I forgot."
The two of them argued for a while, and Sang Liwan felt tired.
She sat down on the stone block next to Jun Moyi and asked, "Who is behind Ye Lan? Father or Chen Yan?"
Jun Moyi shook his head. "It's not clear yet, but it doesn't matter who it is. We'll know one day."
After he finished speaking, Sang Liwan did not respond immediately, but just looked at him with a complicated look.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you always like this?"
These words were a bit incoherent and Jun Moyi was unable to react for a while.
"What?"
Sang Liwan bit her lip lightly. "Put the danger beside you, and risk your life to survive?"
Even Sang Liwan herself didn't notice that there was a hint of heartache in her tone.
However, for Jun Moyi, who grew up in lies, he seemed to have become accustomed to all of this.
Facing Sang Liwan's words, he just said lightly: "If we don't do this, how can we catch all the people behind this?"
Including when he obeyed the emperor's words and married Sang Liwan, he also wanted to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
I just didn't expect that the change in Sang Liwan, the cicada, would be so great.
Sang Liwan had no idea what Jun Moyi was thinking. She was still thinking about the fact that someone had planted a stalker in Prince An's Mansion.
I wonder if there are any other spies among the people who entered the palace this time, besides Ye Lan.
If there was only Ye Lan, then Jun Moyi was just saying it casually. How could Butler Song have assigned someone here by such a coincidence?
Sang Liwan shuddered all over when he realized something.
She suddenly turned her head to look at Jun Moyi, and her movement was so big that Jun Moyi felt a little surprised.
"What's going on?"
Sang Liwan stared at him with a dark look in his eyes.
She asked in a deep voice, "Butler Song, wouldn't he also..."
Jun Moyi knew that Sang Liwan would think of this sooner or later, but he didn't expect her reaction to be so quick.
Seeing this, he admired Sang Liwan even more.
After all, it is much easier to talk to smart people.
"You reacted pretty quickly. I thought it would take you a few days to react."
Sang Liwan ignored the teasing in Jun Moyi's tone.
At this moment, she just thought that this man was a lunatic.
Even in the position of steward of the entire palace, he dared to place an enemy who was in Cao's camp but his heart was with Han. Was he too bold or too conceited?
She held it in for a long time, her face turning red, and finally she slowly uttered three words, "You're crazy."
Jun Moyi remained silent.
After all, he never thought of himself as a normal person.
He even concealed some of the information for fear of scaring Sang Liwan.
He just looked quietly at Sang Liwan's delicate and beautiful profile, and tightened his fingers holding the Buddhist beads.
"Scared?"
After saying this, Jun Moyi even breathed lighter.
But in the end, he still saw Sang Liwan shaking his head.
She took a deep breath and for the first time took the initiative to place her palm on the back of Jun Moyi's white hand.
His pupils shrank, and when he looked at Sang Liwan again, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Then, he saw the girl gently open her red lips and said to him in a gentle voice: "You must have had a hard time these years, right?"
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