C12 (2/2)

She could do whatever she wanted, she could not see anything, she could not be bothered.

Hearing this, the corner of Mo Ranran's mouth raised into a faint smile. She reckoned that the crown prince would not bother her for a long time.

In the Crown Prince's Palace at night.

”Miss, why aren't you sleeping?” Ling Wu got up. Seeing that there was still light in Mo Ranran's room, he gently pushed the door and entered. He was startled to find that his young miss was embroidering something under the oil lamp.

”Nothing, I'm going to sleep now.” Mo Ranran who was caught by Ling Wu immediately put the needle back under the table, his eyes erratic.

”Miss, stop hiding, I saw it all.” Ling Wu was helpless towards his young miss' method of hiding her ears and stealing bells.

”I'm just bored. I want to make a few wallets.” Mo Ranran curled his lips, using a smile to hide his guilt.

”Who does Miss want to make a purse for?” Hearing that the young miss wanted to make a purse, Ling Wu's face was filled with surprise.

Miss has not embroidered anything in a long time.

”I think we can give it to father and An Xuan now.” Blinking his eyes, for some reason, Mo Ranran avoided Mo Feiye automatically.

”Just the ones that belong to old master and young master An Xuan?” Why didn't Miss embroider one for Young Master Yeyue? ” Ling Wu asked.

”Cough, cough, why should I embroider for him?” Mo Ranran silently rolled his eyes. This brat must be here to get rid of her.

The more she didn't want to talk about something, the more she asked …

”Both of them are young masters. One of them is missing, so that's not too good. Young Master Shiye even helped young lady today, young miss must treat her equally.” Ling Wu said in all seriousness.

”Alright, I will treat you the same.” If she knew Ling Wu's reaction would be like this, she wouldn't have hidden it from him.

Outside the house, Mo Feiye leaned against a tree, her deep eyes slightly narrowed, her beautiful lips slightly raised, the little guy who didn't mean what he said.

In the middle of the night, Mo Ranran had already fallen asleep, but the door was suddenly kicked open.

”Crown Prince, at this hour, it's not good for you to come and disturb me, right?” Mo Ranran's drowsiness was almost scared off.

”The antidote.” These two simple words were filled with hostility.

He'd originally thought it was just a small poison, so he'd asked the imperial physician to treat it.

Who knew that the imperial physicians would only be able to find out that he had been poisoned by the poison, but they were unable to cure him of the poison? This was the conclusion every imperial physician came to.

The angry crown prince rushed to the courtyard and kicked open the courtyard door.