"Why are you back so late? Was it so troublesome?" When Mo Xuetong came back to her yard, Feng Yuran had already been waiting there. He threw down the book in his hand and looked up lazily. His bright eyes landed on her, a doting smile flashing in them.

Usually, he was not at home at this time. The situation in the court had suddenly changed and he had many things to deal with. Even though Emperor Zongwen doted on him the most, if he did not have a certain amount of strength, Mo ...