The Clouds Are Dyed with Thick Ink

Yun Han threw Mo Chen away and smiled contemptuously: "The prince has misunderstood. Yun Han came to the prince today, not to talk about marriage." Mo Chen narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Miss Du doesn't want to discuss marriage with this king, could it be that she wants to discuss state affairs?" The third prince mocked. Yun Han smiled lightly: "Exactly." He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Chen seriously, then whispered into his ear: "Help the prince become the emperor."