Qiao Mu nodded, glancing up at him. "That's alright. I doubt those individuals will achieve much."
/Burning Butterfly Pavilion?/
/Perfect. The furnishings at the Butterfly Pavilion had grown tired over the years, so she might as well seize this opportunity to give the place a makeover./
In any case, the young crown prince consort had plenty of resources at her disposal, so the time and expense for renovating the Butterfly Pavilion were not a concern.
Mo Lian let out a soft chuckle, nodding with a smile. "Make sure you return soon. You must be back no later than noon the day after tomorrow, alright?"
"Hmm?" The young lady looked at him curiously, her gaze fixed on his beautifully curved phoenix eyes. "What are you keeping from me?"
Mo Lian embraced her tightly and nuzzled her head. "There's nothing to worry about. I just miss you terribly. My heart aches when you keep evading me."
