"Second Brother, that dimwit, truly thought that he could capture him. Regardless, Second Brother is casting off all the blame on this Ding Tingding now, arguing with conviction in front of Royal Father that the letters are Ding Tingding's mischief. However, how could his handwriting be forged."
"Your father is so muddleheaded that it's possible that he'll believe it." Qiao Mu pursed her lips grumpily.
The crown prince kissed her small face with a grin. "Good darling, don't be so unbelieving. My muddleheaded dad is rather competent at dealing with major issues of principle."
Qiao Mu merely declined to comment.
As the two people held hands while walking to the dining table, Shaoyao cut in, saying indignantly, "Miss, this servant heard that Consort Zheng fell ill from anger, but she still kept clamoring persistently in a daze that Miss was the one who infuriated her so much that her chest hurt."
