These methods.
But I felt a strange sense of joy inside.
"Where's Chu Mo?" A commotion erupted outside the door, mixed with Jiang Rongrong's voice.
Chu Mo snapped out of his daze and glanced at the guards.
The guard understood and vanished through the window.
Just as Chu Mo was about to stand up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the soft couch beside him out of the corner of his eye—which he had specially ordered to be arranged.
The soft couch was exactly the same as the one in the study in the princess's mansion, even including the low table next to it and the pastries on the table.
Except... the woman who once lay on it.
The study door opened, and Jiang Rongrong stood in the doorway: "Chu Mo."
Chu Mo snapped out of his reverie, looked at her, nodded, and smiled, "Is there something you need?"
Jiang Rongrong pursed her pink lips. In the past few months, he had treated her very well. He had found the Blood Silk Gu to cure the poison and had never forced her to do anything. The servants had almost always granted her requests. Even when she went to Lincheng for a stroll, he had sent guards to protect her.
This is something you can't get from the aloof A-Qing.
Her heart isn't made of stone; naturally, it softens.
However, Chu Mo rarely spoke to her anymore; he always stayed alone in his study.
She's going crazy.
“I want to go back to Great Yan.” After Jiang Rongrong finished speaking, she stared intently at Chu Mo’s expression.
She didn't know what kind of reaction she wanted to see from him.
Was it displeasure? Or reluctant agreement? Or perhaps... jealousy?
However, Chu Mo did not react. He pondered for a moment, his expression dazed, and stared blankly at the soft couch beside him before nodding: "Okay."
Jiang Rongrong was stunned.
Chu Mo added, "We will set off tomorrow."
Jiang Rongrong remained in a daze until the next day.
She didn't expect Chu Mo to agree so readily, and she certainly didn't expect him to return so quickly.
He wouldn't even ride in the same carriage as her.
He was like... always waiting, waiting for someone to speak up and tell Great Yan.
On the other side...
Chu Mo leaned quietly against the carriage, his hands unconsciously clenching tightly.
He had already considered countless possibilities of Jiang Fei seeing him.
She might stare at him with red eyes, or she might unleash a torrent of anger on him with a long whip, or she might even hate and resent him...
But it doesn't matter.
He wanted her to know that none of her methods of making him jealous were effective.
He wouldn't mind without her.
The memories that have been haunting him these past few days—pastries, sugar figurines, peacock hairpins, the lamp, the protection they provided, their daily meals, and that playful remark, "Don't marry the emperor"...
For him, it was all like fleeting clouds.
He... is fine.
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