There was a pause, and Zhao Qingyun restrained herself, scoffing, "You really have no taste, I just can't figure out what it is about you that caught the Prince's eye."
"You dare to insult the Prince's taste?! How bold of you."
"..." What did she say? Zhao Qingyun's eyes widened.
"If you insult my taste, but the Prince happens to fancy me, then you... If it's not insulting the Prince's taste, what is it?"
"..." Zhao Qingyun fell silent.
Shortly after.
The news of the incident in the front yard reached the study.
Mo Liancheng looked up, glanced at Yu Hao calmly, "Take down the swing, and move the fish from the stream to the kitchen to make soup. Let the servants drink it, there's no need to send it to the Princess Consort."
"Eh? ..." Yu Hao was stunned for a moment.
He was stunned for quite a while.
"Do you have any objections?" Mo Liancheng slightly narrowed his eyes, gazing steadily at Yu Hao.
"No! Absolutely not. This subordinate will get on it right away."
