He went through great lengths to heal A-Zhao's eyes, only to have someone else steal them first.
It's a complete disaster; the older brother got off easy.
Hearing his two simple nasal sounds, Mo Yunzhao felt that he was very disappointed and unhappy.
"I've come to thank Your Highness for curing my eye ailment. I know Your Highness lacks nothing..."
Ling Jingyu blurted out, "I need a Crown Princess."
Mo Yunzhao looked up at him.
Ling Jingyu said again, "We are missing a Crown Princess surnamed Mo, named Yun Zhao."
Mo Yunzhao remained unmoved, "Then this city lord will help Your Highness find a woman with the same name..."
Ling Jingyu's gentle voice softly interrupted her, "Fifteen years old, loves plum blossoms, craves grapes, and has a cinnabar mole three inches below her right collarbone..."
"Your Highness, do you treat me, your elder sister, like I don't exist?"
Mo Yunlan shouted a few times, but Ling Jingyu didn't interrupt her. She clapped her hands and stood up angrily.
They even knew that Ah Zhao had a cinnabar mole three inches below her collarbone—it's absolutely infuriating!
Mo Yunzhao frowned. No matter how low-cut her clothes were, she shouldn't have been able to see that cinnabar birthmark. He...
How would you know?
Mo Yunlan, however, came to her senses. "Three inches below the right collarbone, isn't that the place..."
She looked down and gestured below her right collarbone. Although it was flat and unremarkable, it was still somewhat fleshy.
So, the location of A-Zhao's cinnabar birthmark is...
Mo Yunlan suddenly looked up, then grabbed the large cleaver beside her, intending to slash at it.
That lecherous scoundrel!
Mo Yunzhao realized what was happening and her face flushed slightly.
Ling Jingyu explained with an embarrassed expression, "That night I climbed over the wall and only heard you talking; I didn't peek..."
"His Highness the Crown Prince even went through A-Zhao's bedroom!!!"
They were eavesdropping, seemingly planning to peek at Ah Zhao bathing?
Mo Yunlan picked up the large cleaver without hesitation.
Ling Jingyu hadn't even had time to put on his brocade boots when he said, "I still have matters to attend to..."
My sister-in-law, I can't cut her.
If he's killed, he won't be able to marry A-Zhao.
Fu Meng looked on, somewhat speechless: "It seems that Miss has forgotten her original purpose for coming here."
"It'll be over in a second," Mo Yunzhao said calmly.
Sure enough, before long, Mo Yunlan roared at Nie You like a lioness from the east of the river.
Ling Jingyu walked in barefoot and sat down next to Mo Yunzhao. He tossed his long hair and blinked his charming peach blossom eyes.
"A Zhao."
Mo Yunzhao glanced at him. The red collar embroidered with plum blossoms was slightly open, revealing his fair skin, except for one red spot.
"Your Highness, the clothes."
Ling Jingyu looked down and saw some redness and swelling on his chest. "It's from a mosquito bite."
Mo Yunzhao: "Mm."
Ling Jingyu resignedly took out a jade bowl and a bunch of purple grapes, and then skillfully peeled the grapes.
Fu Meng watched as His Highness the Crown Prince peeled a grape, and the City Lord ate a grape.
Although they didn't speak, the atmosphere was harmonious and intimate.
So she went out briskly.
After finishing a bunch of grapes, Mo Yunzhao saw Ling Jingyu wiping his hands with a handkerchief. She felt that the handkerchief looked familiar, as if it was embroidered by Fu Liu for her.
"This city lord has a few questions that I would like to ask Your Highness."
The handkerchief is irrelevant; the problem is what matters.
Ling Jingyu put the handkerchief back into his pocket. "Ah Zhao, just ask. I will answer whatever I know."
"Why did Your Highness go to the Apricot Grove that night?"
Ling Jingyu replied without changing his expression, "I was taking the shortcut home, so I was just passing by."
Mo Yunzhao: "Why is Your Highness here at Qinxin Lake?"
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