Resisting the Wind and Splendor

After Lu Fengjin left Consort Rui's tent, he looked up and saw Liu Yun carrying something and walking towards the location of the Duke's mansion's group.

Liu Yun originally wanted to pretend she didn't see him, but he walked straight towards her, so Liu Yun could only smile and bow, saying, "Greetings, Your Highness."

"What are you holding in your hand?" Lu Fengjin asked, looking at the plate he was carrying.

The plate has a lid, so you can't see what's inside.

Liu Yun forced a smile and said, "Your Highness, this is a jujube paste cake that our master specifically ordered the chef to make. His Highness knows that Miss Li doesn't like to eat meat in the morning, so he ordered people to prepare the jujube paste cake early, just waiting for Miss Li to come out."

This is a hunting ground. Apart from the Emperor and a few princes who brought cooks, the other groups, some of whom were a bit pampered, would bring their cooks along, but since they were all martial artists, they mostly prepared their own meals.

Last night, everyone was having barbecue and drinking. There's still a lot of barbecue left, and most people ate barbecue this morning.

Unexpectedly, Lu Beimo even paid attention to such a small matter.

Lu Fengjin couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Lu Beimo sitting in the distance.

Although the latter was drinking tea, his eyes were staring openly at the figure opposite him, without the slightest hint of unease! He looked at him so frankly!

Upon seeing the figure opposite him... Lu Fengjin's heart clenched again.

Her makeup today was even more understated than yesterday. She was simply wearing a fitted outfit, and her hair was tied back by herself. She looked energetic and neat!

Even the hairband used to tie their hair was the kind that men usually used.

However, this headband... why does it look so familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liu Yun leaned back and quickly left while he was in a daze, delivering the jujube paste cake to Chu Yueli.

but……

"Miss Li, why is our prince's hairband on your head?" The prince had been looking for it this morning, but when he couldn't find it, he took his hairband and used it instead.

As a result, Liu Yun's hair today was tied up haphazardly with strips of cloth that she had cut off herself.

He muttered to himself for a long time, lamenting that their royal palace still didn't have a mistress, and that when the prince went out, he didn't even know how many hair ties he needed to prepare!

Upon hearing this, Chu Yueli almost spat out the mouthful of tea she had just drunk.

Zisu had sharp eyes and immediately noticed that the hair ribbon on the young lady's head was different.

"Miss, there's a... 'Mo' character on it."

"Shut up!" Chu Yueli's face immediately burned.

She couldn't help but glare fiercely at Lu Beimo sitting opposite her.

Lu Beimo looked completely innocent.

When Liu Yun returned, she whispered in his ear, "Your Highness, the hairband that Miss Li wore today is the one you lost. Did you give it to Miss Li yourself without remembering?"

Looking at the headband on his head again, Liu Yun's resentment deepened.

If I give him pants next time, should I take them off too?

Lu Beimo's eyes darkened slightly. At first glance, the face beneath the mask seemed to show no emotion, but upon closer inspection, his expression appeared somewhat off.

"Your Highness, your face is so red. Are you sick?" Liu Yun exclaimed.

Lu Beimo really wanted to kill this noisy thing!

"roll!"

"But, Your Highness, your face is really red... um!"

He was kicked away by their prince.

Jing Lei was speechless, still wondering: How did this guy manage to stay by the prince's side for over ten years without being driven away?