“Your Highness, please mind yourself. If you came today just to say this, then please just leave!” Mo Xuetong’s delicate face was cold, as were her eyes. She was already feeling irate and did not bother to play nice with Feng Yuran. She had yet to guess what Mo Xuemin wanted so she really was not in the mood to guess the noble prince’s thoughts.

“Alright, speak. Does your Eldest Sister want to marry you into the Duke’s Manor?” Feng Yuran stopped teasing her. There ...