"Ms. Yang understands medical skill?"

Hang Qingming glanced sideways at the refined and fair profile of Yang Mengchen beside him, which was bathed in a soft glow under the warm sunshine, her long, delicate eyelashes resembling the dense woods by the edge of a clear lake, flickering lightly with each of her movements, as if a warm breeze had brushed across his heart, bringing with it an unusual feeling.

"My master and uncle have taught me since I was young, but my aptitude is dull and I only understand the basics, which must amuse Young Master Hang," Yang Mengchen humbly replied, and then changed the subject, "Young Master Hang, that is Fairy Lake, it is said..."

Hang Qingming listened intently with a smile on his face, but his heart suddenly grew tense.

The young lady was tight-lipped; it seemed he needed to proceed step by step. Fortunately, he had plenty of time and would eventually obtain the information he wanted.

Throughout the journey, Yang Mengchen explained the various scenic spots, and Hang Qingming sincerely praised the ingenious design of Fairy Lake. Occasionally, he would recite a poem, and at least to outsiders, the two seemed to get along harmoniously.

Meanwhile, in an ordinary farmhouse in the town.

Mo Yun, who had not slept all night, paced back and forth anxiously in the study. Upon seeing Long Xuanmo's return, Mo Yun was startled by his gloomy and dispirited gaze and his dejected appearance: he knew that the Prince had gone to see Ms. Yang. Had Ms. Yang rejected the Prince again?

Ignoring Mo Yun's unusual look, Long Xuanmo walked straight to the desk, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes slightly, his voice cold and clear, "Speak."

"I'm incompetent and have not discovered that person's identity," Mo Yun said, kneeling with his head bowed, responsible for the intelligence network but unable to find any information on that person as if they had appeared out of thin air, "Please punish me, Prince!"

Long Xuanmo suddenly opened his eyes, a deep and secretive glint flickering in them before he slowly closed them again, "Continue the investigation!"

"Yes!" Mo Yun responded respectfully, quietly lifting his eyes to glance at his master, whose mood was clearly very grim. After hesitating for a long time, he steeled himself and said, "Prince, Mo Ju has just sent a message that the Empress has taken a liking to Grand Scholar Su's legitimate granddaughter, and the Emperor and Empress Dowager are also very satisfied.

They are ready to issue a decree to arrange your marriage..."

Before he could finish, a piercingly cold aura abruptly washed over them, causing Mo Yun to tremble uncontrollably, keeping his head bowed without daring to speak any further, but he couldn't help muttering internally.

It's the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and the Empress who are arranging your marriage, and it's Ms. Yang who is rejecting your affections. Direct your anger at them instead.

Besides, you're already twenty-two years old; even Prince Kang (the Fourth Prince), younger than you, is already a father, while you keep delaying. Can't the Emperor and the rest grow anxious?

Ms. Yang is indeed unparalleled, but since she doesn't have you in her heart, what can you do? You surely can't force her?

Moreover, in the eyes of the Emperor, Ms. Yang, who comes from a farming family, cannot aid you, and he will definitely not agree to your taking Ms. Yang as your Official Wife, unless you report to the Emperor about Ms. Yang's exceptional talents and her connections with several families. Doing so would certainly arouse the Emperor's suspicions and could potentially lead to a calamitous upheaval.

Alas, what a dilemma!

Mo Yun was mulling over this when Mo Lei suddenly entered, "Reporting to the Prince, this morning Ms. Yang dressed up carefully and went to find that person. Ms. Yang called him 'Hang Qingming,' and he admitted it. The two are now visiting Fairy Lake, and they appear to be... very...

very happy..."

As soon as these words fell, the already cold and static air in the room plunged to freezing, making Mo Yun and Mo Lei feel as if they were standing in an icy wasteland with a bucket of ice water poured over their heads. The bone-chilling cold made them tremble with fear, kneeling with their heads bowed, daring not even to take a deep breath.

Mo Lei was inwardly bemoaning, having seen the scene outside Drunken Immortal Tavern the day before. The Prince had ordered him to protect Ms. Yang and had Mo Yun investigate the man's background; he understood the Prince's intentions. Yet Ms. Yang... if he concealed the truth and the Prince later found out, the consequences would be unthinkable.

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