"Your Majesty, do you admit this?"
Sang Liwan seemed to have grasped something, and raised his eyelids to look at Jun Moyi.
However, the other party still looked indifferent.
He neither admitted it nor denied it, and just looked at her straight in the eyes.
Sang Liwan felt that this person's face was full of "Even if it was me, what are you going to do?"
This is not even hiding?
But precisely because of this, Sang Liwan felt that this man was very bold.
[Tsk, it's such a filthy thing, how come someone with a face like that seems so awesome when doing it?]
Then, Sang Liwan noticed that Jun Moyi suddenly moved his shoulders. From her angle, the lines of his jaw seemed clearer.
[Hmm, my husband is indeed handsome. Even if he were just a vase at home, he would be pleasing to the eye.]
Sang Liwan stared at Jun Moyi with burning eyes, and then she suddenly found that Jun Moyi's ears had turned red since she didn't know when.
Huh.
Especially when Sang Liwan discovered that under her gaze, the earlobe that was originally as white as jade became redder and redder, and finally even red enough to bleed.
Sang Liwan tried to hold back, but finally she couldn't hold back her curiosity anymore. She stretched out a finger tremblingly, wanting to try to touch it, but Jun Moyi dodged it sharply.
Seeing this, Sang Liwan's face showed some regret.
She curled her lips, secretly hating Jun Moyi for being too vigilant. She silently regretted in her heart that she didn't notice at all that the Buddhist beads in Jun Moyi's hand were spinning faster and faster.
[This person is so stingy. They are obviously married, but he won’t even touch me. Tsk…]
Her tone was full of regret.
Jun Moyi froze, even the movements of his hands stopped.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyeballs moved slowly, his gaze gradually falling on the top of Sang Liwan's head.
Sang Liwan was petite, and looked like a small ball in his arms, so Jun Moyi could only see the top of her furry head.
This reminded him of the orange cat he had when he was a child. Whenever it saw him, it would run over and rub against his trouser legs, then turn over its belly for him to touch.
That was one of the few warmth he felt in that cold palace.
It’s just a pity that in the end, the orange cat was disposed of by his good father for the ridiculous reason of playing with it and losing his ambition.
Even though he knelt on the ground and begged, he didn't get any mercy from her.
From then on, Jun Moyi forced himself to become a person without preferences, because he knew that his preferences would bring trouble to the other person.
But at this moment, seeing Sang Liwan sitting so obediently in his arms, he suddenly remembered the cat from that year and had an urge to reach out and rub it.
This feeling hasn't appeared in many years.
Jun Moyi's pupils gradually became deeper.
He clearly came to question Sang Liwan why she ran out to meet Jun Mochen, but he didn't expect that the two of them had reached this point and he hadn't even mentioned a single serious matter.
Jun Moyi felt vaguely that he was a little strange.
He tightened his fingers around the Buddhist beads, his lips moved slightly, and in the end he couldn't help but bring up something serious.
"Why did you go to see him?"
Sang Liwan was staring at the green bamboo embroidered on Jun Moyi's cuffs when she suddenly heard these words.
[I thought this person was very patient, but he lost his temper so quickly.]
Jun Moyi's mouth twitched.
However, this time Sang Liwan didn't make up any stories in his mind. Instead, he spoke directly: "Since Your Highness knows that I met with the Second Prince, he should also know what we talked about. Why bother asking me now?"
Jun Moyi was silent.
He knew that what Sang Liwan said was right. He knew everything, but he didn't know why he just wanted to hear the answer from Sang Liwan's mouth.
He felt like something was wrong with him.
He thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with an answer to his abnormality. Finally, he said, "But I want to hear you say it."
Sang Liwan stroked his sleeves and said, "We just met by chance. Your Majesty doesn't even allow a chance encounter?"
Sang Liwan said it coldly, but what he was thinking was...
[Humph, he won't even allow a chance encounter. Why is this man so jealous...]
Hearing her say "jealous", Jun Moyi subconsciously wanted to push her out.
Where does this woman get the nerve to have such thoughts?
But before he could move, he was stunned again.
If he wasn't jealous, then what was he doing now?
Once, when he knew that Sang Liwan had secretly run out to see Jun Mochen, what did he do?
He was clearly waiting for her to come back and make trouble with him, and then accompany her in acting out a tragic love story.
But today, even though he only knew that the two of them had met, and Sang Liwan hadn't even given Jun Mochen much face, he was actually unable to sit still for the first time.
If he hadn't still had a shred of rationality, he might have gone to the teahouse himself.
This has never happened before.
Jun Moyi frowned, feeling that things were becoming a little complicated.
…
Ever since Jun Moyi left with a heavy face, Qingshui has been worried, raising her eyelids to glance at Sang Liwan from time to time.
"Just tell me what you have to say."
Sang Liwan knew that Qingshui was so cautious, probably because the original owner's temper was too unpredictable, causing this girl to hide everything in her heart. Her thoughts were clearly written on her face, but she was still timid and dared not say anything.
Qingshui really thought so in his heart.
But perhaps it was because she had seen the changes in Sang Liwan during this period of time.
Maybe it was because she was really worried.
Therefore, Qingshui didn't think about it for too long, and just spoke out all the things that worried him.
"Miss, is the prince angry about what happened today?"
"I noticed that he looked unhappy when he left."
"How about I go and explain to the prince again? We didn't come all the way to look for the Second Prince. We just happened to meet him, and the young lady also..."
Seeing that Qingshui was getting more and more anxious, and seemed to be wishing she could appear in front of Jun Moyi immediately and explain everything to him, Sang Liwan had to interrupt her.
"Do you really think he knows nothing?"
Qingshui was stunned, "Huh?"
Seeing that the girl hadn't reacted yet, Sang Liwan sighed silently.
I don’t know how such a simple girl managed to survive in this palace where even the bricks on the ground have tricks.
"Don't worry, your prince knows everything."
Qingshui raised his eyebrows slightly.
What is...
My prince?
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