Ling Jingyu's hand paused slightly, then he looked up at Mo Yunzhao, "What?"
Mo Yunzhao's gaze fell on his hands, which were covered in ice-silk gloves. "The wine is full."
The wine overflowed from the white jade cup and remained on the table.
A faint aroma of wine lingered in the air, drifting away on the night breeze.
Ling Jingyu calmly put down the wine pot, then picked up the tablecloth beside him and wiped it clean.
"Why did Your Highness take that painting?" Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes and asked, looking directly at him.
Her translucent, blood-red eyes were incredibly beautiful at that moment.
It is even more beautiful than the crescent moon in the sky.
Ling Jingyu raised his peach blossom eyes and smiled as he met her gaze, "Why did A-Zhao paint such a picture?"
He stared into her eyes. "Who is the man in the painting? And what were Ah Zhao's feelings when she painted him?"
Mo Yunzhao lowered his eyes, watching the wine ripple as the boat floated on the water.
"I don't know, I'm waiting for him."
Ling Jingyu's heart suddenly clenched, filled with pain yet also with joy.
Mo Yunzhao looked up at Ling Jingyu, "Then why did Your Highness accept the painting?"
Ling Jingyu picked up the white jade cup and sipped the wine. "I want everything that A-Zhao has."
Mo Yunzhao twitched the corner of his mouth; there really was no way to talk about it.
He can't be serious for more than a short while.
"Your Highness, may I make another request?"
Ling Jingyu gently swirled his wine glass, then leaned closer, lowering his eyes to smell the aroma of the wine, while also glancing at Mo Yunzhao through a slit in his eye.
"As long as they don't abandon you, you can bring it up as you like."
Mo Yunzhao stared at his hands. "Then Your Highness, please take off your Ice Cicada Silk Gloves."
Ling Jingyu paused, then looked up at her abruptly.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
She slightly raised her chin. "Your Highness does not permit it?"
Ling Jingyu readily put down his wine glass. "If A-Zhao doesn't mind my hands being diseased, then I'll take a look."
Mo Yunzhao sat down and then stared at Ling Jingyu.
Ling Jingyu tugged at the tip of his left-hand ice cicada silk glove with his right fingertip, trying to take it off, but then he looked up at Mo Yunzhao.
"My master said that whoever is the first to look at my hands must marry me..."
He paused, then raised an eyebrow. "Ah Zhao, do you really want to see?"
Mo Yunzhao raised his eyelids, "If Your Highness can capture my heart, I will force you to marry me, even if it means forcing you to."
Ling Jingyu tilted his head and thought for a moment about the grand scene of Mo Yunzhao leading a million-strong army straight to the Eastern Palace, forcing him to marry her.
He smiled and said, "Okay."
He readily pinched the end of the glove and then pulled it down.
She then took off her right hand's ice silk glove again.
Freed from the constraints of the ice silk gloves, he generously extended his hands.
"Ah Zhao, please enjoy appreciating my hands."
Mo Yunzhao stared at his hands. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints like bamboo, but they had a sickly whiteness that was more pronounced than normal.
And the tips of his ten fingers were covered with a thin layer of ice, as if they were made of ice.
Your hand...
When Ling Jingyu saw her reach out, he quickly dodged, saying, "It's alright."
Mo Yunzhao frowned as he looked at his empty hand.
She looked up at him, her voice filled with self-righteousness and dissatisfaction: "I haven't seen enough yet."
"If A-Zhao wants to continue, then she really has to get married."
Ling Jingyu hid his hands in his sleeves and mimicked her words, "Even if I force you into marriage, I will force you to marry me."
"From the moment we met, were your actions any different from forcing me into marriage?"
Mo Yunzhao raised his chin, his blood-red eyes staring directly at him, and commanded: "Now, immediately, extend your claws."
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