Inside Zichen Palace.
In a side hall used for dining, dozens of dazzling dishes were arranged on an octagonal table.
Mo Lingwei's tall figure stood before the window, his pair of dark, narrow eyes occasionally glancing outside.
The eunuch attending him saw what was on his mind and said with an obsequious smile, "Some of the palace roads have been icy and difficult to walk on these past few days. Guard Wu must be proceeding slowly for the Commandery Princess's safety."
Mo Lingwei shot him a sidelong glance and said icily, "Who said I was waiting for her?"
The eunuch froze.
'But I didn't say that!'
Mo Lingwei scoffed, flicked his sleeve, and walked back to his seat.
It wasn't that he thought Wu Fang was slow; he was worried Shen Ningning wouldn't come.
Because when that little one had a chance to study, she would forget everything else.
Just then, the eunuch exclaimed with delight, "The Commandery Princess is here."
