Mo Beichen frowned slightly and began to try to recall the scene at that time.
However, in my memory, the desk seemed to contain only that book, piles of memorials, and complicated military documents; nothing else.
"I definitely didn't see a note on the table."
Yun Qingluo couldn't help but reveal a faint sense of regret, "Perhaps it was blown to the ground by the wind, or perhaps it was disposed of as trash by the cleaners."
At this point, Yun Qingluo finally understood why Mo Beichen had seemed somewhat lonely and sad those few days; it turned out to be because of this misunderstanding.
"But why did you give this book to that prince?" Yun Qingluo was puzzled and couldn't understand the reason.
Help the monarch of the Xuancang Continent pursue the woman he desires?
This kind of thing just doesn't seem right.
What if the other party misunderstands Mo Beichen's good intentions and thinks that he is mocking him for being bedridden and unable to do anything? Wouldn't that be counterproductive?
Mo Beichen voiced his speculation, which surprised Yun Qingluo.
"Are you saying that Xuan Ming might have fallen for the eldest daughter of the Mu family?"
Previously, Yunying had mentioned that the two might not be able to get married. Could it be that the situation has changed now?
This Miss Mu is truly a brave and fearless woman, managing to enter the palace every day to accompany Xuanming.
Yun Qingshi simply couldn't believe that she had no feelings for Xuan Ming.
After all, if someone truly has no feelings for another person, why would they go to see them every day?
"Exactly! I think so too. Who would go looking for the same person every day for no reason, and even eat with them every single meal? They must have feelings for each other to do that." Xiao Yi also joined in the gossip discussion.
Yun Qingluo nodded, indicating her agreement with Xiao Yi's point of view.
He then turned to Mo Beichen and said, "It seems that Xuan Ming really is a blockhead, a complete straight man. In this situation, he really should learn how to get along with girls. To ask such a stupid question, I really don't know when he'll ever see the light..."
At this moment, Mo Beichen noticed that Yun Qingluo's mental state seemed to be better than before.
He asked softly, "Would you like to get up and eat something?"
He wondered to himself, do all girls like Luo Luo enjoy gossiping about trivial matters?
When she mentioned Xuanming and Muzhi, Luoluo's eyes lit up immediately, even more so than when she saw herself after taking a shower.
Mo Beichen shook his head helplessly. He really couldn't figure out the gossipy thoughts of these women.
Yun Qingluo spoke for a long time, but felt her throat was dry and her body was still exhausted, probably because she had slept too much.
However, considering that she needed to fill her stomach before taking the medicine, she nodded to Mo Beichen.
Mo Beichen watched Yun Qingluo obediently waiting for him to help her get dressed, and silently curled the corners of his mouth.
He adored Luo Luo's dependent little face.
She wanted to drink porridge, but found that Xiao Yi hadn't cooked any porridge all afternoon.
Xiao Yi immediately flew into a rage: "Please, I'm a super-powerful, all-powerful medical system, not someone who's just here to cook for you!"
Faced with Xiao Yi's reprimand, Yun Qingluo nodded somewhat guiltily.
"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand. I just think your porridge is delicious, even better than mine." Yun Qinglu praised Xiao Yi enthusiastically.
Xiao Yi was skeptical. "Really? Just pour in some water, throw in the millet, cover it, and cook it. What's the difference between good and bad?"
Yun Qingluo affirmed, "Of course there is, it tastes better than what I cook."
Xiao Yi got carried away by the praise and said, "I'll cook you millet porridge tomorrow morning."
Yun Qingluo was taken aback. So easy to please?
After Mo Beichen left, Yingzi quietly went to the imperial kitchen to convey the meal arrangements.
At the same time, Xuanming was staring at the book in his hands with a puzzled expression.
The book had just been delivered, and it was immediately obvious that it was a handwritten copy. The handwriting reflected the person's character, and Xuanming looked at the words in the book with a hint of appreciation.
However, what puzzled Xuan Ming was why Mo Beichen would give him this book. Did he hope that he would use it to pursue women?
Does he need to pursue girls?
Xuanming couldn't help but question the meaning of life.
Just as Shadow saw Xuanming engrossed in reading, he softly reminded him, "Your Highness, it's time for your meal."
Upon hearing this, Xuanming's eyes darkened slightly, but he made no move.
Time seemed to stand still. After a long while, just as the shadow was about to urge him again, Xuanming slowly raised his head and glanced at the dishes on the table, but the beautiful figure beside him was missing.
"Has she still not entered the palace today?" Xuanming's voice was as calm as still water.
Shadow couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, as this was the second time His Highness had inquired about Miss Mu today.
Could it be that His Highness has now developed feelings for Miss Mu?
The thought flashed through Shadow's mind, making him re-examine the usually calm and composed prince before him.
But it doesn't seem like it.
A while ago, he brought up the matter of breaking off the engagement with someone again, and what happened was that he angered the person so much that they didn't even eat a bite of food and went home in a huff.
So much so that Miss Mu claimed to be ill and did not come to the palace yesterday.
He knew very well about these things. His Highness didn't actually say much, only responding simply in his usual gentle tone, "I understand."
However, how could the shadow who grew up with Xuanming not hear the displeasure in His Highness's heart?
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