The Crown Prince Is Worried About Finding a Wife

“Young master! Young master! This is terrible! Stop fighting! The master wants you home to discuss a marriage match!” the servant shrieked, rushing into the brawl between rich young hooligans nearby.

The Mo family’s little tyrant kicked over one of the Shen family’s young hooligans, let out a strange cry, and turned around. “Huh? Who has my father ruined this time?”

“The Crown Prince! The current Crown Prince! The master says you’re a match made in heaven!” The servant was on the verge of tears.

Mo Lintian’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That royal shuang'er who’s outlived eighteen fiancés, one more than me? The Crown Prince? No! Impossible! I don’t want to be the nineteenth!”

“Young master!” the servant wailed. “The master says you’re both doomed to bring misfortune, so maybe your bad luck will cancel each other out!”

Mo Lintian: “…”