The hazy moonlight shines on the gorgeous glazed tiles, and the delicate peach blossoms float all over the ground.
In the pavilion, Mo Shangxi stretched out her slender fingers and lightly touched the withering peach blossoms on the branches: 'Ayu, what do you think of this kid Mo Lin?'
Su Qingjie, who was standing by, pondered for a moment and replied: "Mo Lin is an upright man and cares about the world, but he is not suitable for the position of monarch."
After a period of silence, Mo Shangxi stopped squeezing the peach blossoms and looked up at the waning moon on the top of the palace.
"The Ai family already has power, profit, and great things, but the only thing they don't have is Ayu's heart. The Ai family is wondering, Qingyu, do you have the heart?"