"But with Fengyang's temperament, she will definitely turn Eighth Prince Manor into a place filled with smoke and miasma, determined to drive out all the women from your residence—" Mo Jingxuan only spoke halfway before he consciously shut his mouth. What was he so anxious about? If the Eighth Prince Manor was in a mess, it wasn't his Fourteenth Prince's Manor, was it?
"So, you came here today just to tell me this?" Mo Liancheng raised his eyes and looked at him with a slight smile.
"Not entirely..."
"Master, Princess Nineteen is headed this way to Shuang Courtyard." Yu Hao walked in, interrupting Mo Jingxuan.
"Hmm." Mo Liancheng responded indifferently, as calm as ever.
"Would you like to move, Master?" Yu Hao asked.
"There's no need, go call the Princess Consort over."
"Yes." Yu Hao complied.
Yu Hao had only left for a short while when Mo Fengyang appeared.
"Brother Liancheng." Her voice was coy as she entered, the urgency of her manner...