Hearing his teasing laughter, Mo Yunzhao felt a little annoyed.
Why did she feel that Ling Jingyu knew she was pretending not to see it?
And he deliberately drew his facial features so she could see them?
She looked down at Ling Jingyu, who was still smiling happily.
"You believe what I say?"
Ling Jingyu looked up at her, his peach blossom eyes crinkling with a smile, "Mm."
Mo Yunzhao asked in confusion, "Why?"
Ling Jingyu helped her straighten the withered grass on her skirt. "Ah Zhao is my wife. If I don't believe my wife, who should I believe?"
Mo Yunzhao was so angry that she wanted to kick him, but when she saw him carefully straightening her skirt, she took a step back in a panic.
She glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, "You lecher!"
Ling Jingyu looked up at her. "The Crown Princess's words, as per the Eastern Palace's rules, are profound truths. They are either true or false. A-Zhao, are you interested in becoming the Crown Princess?"
Mo Yunzhao felt it was best to ignore his teasing.
The more she paid attention, the more he became aroused to tease her.
She probably replied that she wasn't interested.
He could talk to himself, going from the betrothal ceremony to marriage and having children.
The thought crossed her mind, and she blurted out, "Not interested."
It seems to be to verify one's own ideas.
The next moment, Ling Jingyu began to speak excitedly.
"Ah Zhao is the city lord. I must ask my father, the Emperor, to grant us this marriage. Then, we must have the three betrothal rites and six wedding ceremonies, and the wedding must be extremely extravagant, unprecedented and unparalleled..."
As he spoke, his enthusiasm was just as Mo Yunzhao had imagined, and he talked about everything from the traditional betrothal ceremony to marriage and having children.
No, compared to him, she was still somewhat weaker.
He had even thought of names for his child and talked about what it would be like when he was old.
Mo Yunzhao pressed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and glanced sideways at the small animals hiding in the grass, peeking out to see what was happening.
She really underestimated the Crown Prince's narcissism.
Since she was already pretending to be blind, she wouldn't mind pretending to be deaf for once and acting as if she hadn't heard anything.
Ling Jingyu seemed tired. He lay back on the ground, his hands behind his head, gazing at the blue sky and clouds.
"When we are a hundred years old, with children and grandchildren all over the house, I will still hold your hand, still call you A-Zhao, and still steal a kiss on your cheek. When our children and grandchildren see this, they will be ashamed of us."
Thinking about it, he smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescents, and exclaimed, "How wonderful!"
He chattered on and on for half an hour, and even if Mo Yunzhao didn't want to hear him, she heard everything.
The couple is loving and devoted to each other, their children are filial, and they grow old together.
Yes.
He said it was wonderful.
But that's just wishful thinking.
"Your Highness, you are the Crown Prince."
If he were the crown prince, there would be even less possibility that he was talking about.
Ling Jingyu stood up and sat down next to Mo Yunzhao. "Ah Zhao, you really can't see?"
Mo Yunzhao gave a vague "hmm" and continued, "Your Highness is the Crown Prince, so it's possible that you'll have many children and grandchildren. After all, you'll have three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines in the future."
Ling Jingyu stared at her eyes for a while, then said, "It's better that you can't see."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand, grabbed a strand of her hair, and twirled it around his fingers, playing with it.
Seeing his reckless behavior, Mo Yunzhao raised his hand to hit him.
But just as she raised her hand, Ling Jingyu exclaimed in surprise, looking at her with astonishment, "Ah Zhao, you can see?"
"I can't see it." Mo Yunzhao raised his hand and could only pretend to casually tidy his hair.
Then snatch the strand of hair back from his hand.
Ling Jingyu responded with an "oh".
His hands couldn't stay still; he had already pulled her belt and was playing with it in his hands, entwining it.
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