The Daughter of the Richest Man in the Capital, a Professional Cold Noodle Prince

On Lantern Festival night, Zhuque Street is packed with people. Yi Zhinian seized the right opportunity and "threw" the black horse out at the moment when it passed the alley. Her dress was flying, her hairpin was falling sideways, and she fell right into the man's arms. "Oops! I bumped into someone!" She grabbed the other party's lapel and raised her pretty face, "Young Master, the dust raised by your horse's hooves blinded my eyes. I'm afraid I may have injured my muscles and bones, so I have to take responsibility..." He raised his head and met a pair of deep pool-like eyes. Mo Musheng lowered his head and looked at the "pendant" that suddenly appeared in his arms. The girl's eyes were clear, how could there be any tears? He said calmly: "Let go." "Don't let go!" Yi Zhinian hugged her tighter, but her voice suddenly rose so that the people around her could hear it clearly, "Come to your conclusion! His Highness Prince Jing's horse hit someone, do you want to run away?" The crowd was in an uproar. It was actually the cold-faced God of War, Prince Jing! Mo Musheng's eyes darkened slightly. He recognized her, the only daughter of the Yi family who was known as "the most dandy in the capital". This behavior was ridiculously clumsy. Just as he was about to let the guards pull her away, he caught a glimpse of her cuffs that had slipped slightly due to her struggle - a small silver lock pendant swayed out. The shape of the lock core was inexplicably consistent with the old scar on his wrist. His movements paused. Yi Zhinian keenly caught his momentary loss of concentration, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: I took the bait. But he cried even harder: "I don't care! If the prince doesn't give me an explanation today, I, I won't leave!" Mo Musheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly bent down and picked her up. "As you wish."