"Now?" Feng Yuran's beautiful eyes bent with a teasing look. Mo Xuetong's present expression made his heart soft, and he thought how lucky he was that he could marry Tong'er.

"Yes, it is now," Mo Xuetong said petulantly.

"Okay, then I'll go into the palace now and speak to Consort Zhao clearly." With a serious look, Feng Yuran held Mo Xuetong's waist to support her to stand up, as if he was about to leave.

"You're tiresome!" Seeing his serious look ...