They say this foolish woman is hopelessly infatuated, clinging to the widely admired Seventh Prince all day long.
“Your Highness, Prince Mo, you’re so handsome.” “Your Highness, Prince Mo, do you need an ornament to hang from your leg?”
But Mu Jiug e’s real thoughts were, “Like you? As if! If it weren’t for Master…”
Everyone thought he would despise her. No one expected the usually cold-faced, stern Prince Mo to dote on her beyond all reason.
Mu Jiuge suddenly thought that, well, maybe spending every day lounging in a pot of honey wasn’t so bad. Sorry, it really did grow on her.
Prince Mo smiled slyly. “Anything Xiaojiu likes, I can give her!”
Xiaojiu?! She seemed to have learned something she really shouldn’t have.
