A short night is hard to please! A stunningly handsome prince dotes on her exclusively.

Seeing that no one would explain to him, Yuan Huaiyu quickly pulled up a chair and sat down next to the two of them, asking seriously, "Lou Xiaobao, your sixth uncle is asking you, is Xin Moyan really your mother?"

Lou Xiaobao blinked his big, watery eyes, tilted his little head, and sweetly said, "Mmm! It's Mommy~ Baby's Mommy!"

"Did your father say that Xin Moyan is your mother's daughter?"

He frowned, thought for a moment, and thought, "Daddy means to take the baby to find Mommy!"

Thinking of this, Lou Xiaobao nodded emphatically and said in his childish voice, "Daddy said it! It's Mommy, it's Mommy~"

"Xin... um, cousin Moyan, is Xiaobao really your son?"

Looking into Yuan Huaiyu's clear yet foolish eyes, Xin Moyan instantly felt a desire to tease him.

"Yeah! Don't you have eyes to see?"

After a long while, Yuan Huaiyu suddenly realized and exclaimed "Oh!" In front of the others, he imagined a grand drama of love, hate, and revenge.

"I knew it! How come Lou Shenghan just became prime minister and suddenly had a son? And three years ago, Third Brother preferred to use the excuse of observing national mourning rather than marry you. It turns out that you had been having an affair with Lou Shenghan back then and were pregnant with Lou Xiaobao. I'm sure Third Brother found out about this."

Seeing that everyone remained silent, he continued, "No wonder Lou Shenghan has had very little contact with Cousin A-Ling over the years. There must be a reason for this. Now that you've fallen into the water and your head is clear, you're willing to break off your engagement with Third Brother and have even acknowledged Lou Xiaobao. Does this mean that you and Lou Shenghan have rekindled your old flame?"

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Yuan Huaiyu's words left the people present completely at a loss for words to express their feelings.

Hua Buyu narrowed her eyes, thinking to herself, "This sixth prince seems to be a bit dim-witted. Isn't it said that Prince Yuanqi is full of talented people?"

Could it be... that Yuan Huaiyu is also a 'talented person'?

"Snapped!"

"Have you said enough?"

Xin Moling put her chopsticks down on the table, staring at Yuan Huaiyu with murderous intent in her eyes, her anger clearly visible.

“Ah… Cousin Ling, you don’t need to be so angry. Although it’s not very honorable for your cousin to have a child out of wedlock, Lou Xiaobao is already so grown up, and Lou Shenghan is handsome, talented, and cunning. If he asks the Emperor for permission, I’m sure the Emperor will grant his wish. Even if they get married in the future, it won’t affect your love for your sister!”

"call out!"

Yuan Huaiyu was once again confronted with a sword pointed at his throat. Wherever his skin touched, he felt a chill. He subconsciously swallowed, but still tried to persuade him with righteous indignation.

"Cousin, please calm down! Look how innocent and adorable Lou Xiaobao is. You wouldn't want him to be without a mother's love all these years, would you? After all, he's your nephew. My cousin is eighteen now. If this marriage is delayed any longer, it will damage her reputation!"

Xin Moling's face was indescribably ugly. No one knew what happened inside the room afterward, but all the guests of Yunxiang Tower, including passersby on the street, clearly witnessed the Sixth Prince, Yuan Huaiyu, flying out of the window on the third floor of Yunxiang Tower in an extremely graceful arc. The scene was quite shocking...

“Yan’er, that guy has never been very bright since he was a child. Fortunately, you have lost your memory now. You must remember to stay away from Yuan Huaiyu in the future.”

Xin Moling placed a piece of meat in her bowl and said calmly.

"Oh oh oh!"

Seeing her brother get violent for the first time, Xin Moyan awkwardly licked her lips. Yuan Huaiyu must be in a terrible state!

However, even though Xin Moling threw him out of the window and even dislocated his left arm, Yuan Huaiyu still felt that this shocking secret was more serious and exciting than his injury.

Lying on the bed in the Prince's mansion, Yuan Huaiyu slowly began to ponder things on a higher level...

That evening, after putting Lou Xiaobao to sleep, Xin Moyan tiptoed out of the room, ran to her brother's door, and knocked.

"Brother, are you asleep?"

Upon hearing her voice, Xin Moling quickly opened the door and let her in.

"Yan'er, why aren't you resting yet?"

Xin Moyan slowly walked to the table and sat down, then waved to him, signaling Xin Moling to sit down and chat as well.

"Yan'er, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Xin Moling was confused by her actions and worried that her sister might encounter some problems, so her tone was inevitably somewhat concerned.

She raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looked at her brother who was frowning, and said with a smile, "Brother, I'm fine. I just have a gift for you."

"Ok?"

Xin Moyan then took out a wooden gift box from her bosom, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of him.

"Brother, open it and take a look."

When Xin Moling heard that her sister was going to give her a gift, the corners of her mouth instantly curled up, and then she slowly opened the gift box.

The warm and soft jade pendant with the begonia flower design lay quietly inside. Xin Moling's expression immediately became very subtle. He didn't say anything, but instead got up and walked to the bedside, taking the Azure Water Sword that he always carried with him.

"Yan'er, I'm so happy! Yan'er actually gave me a gift."

After saying that, he put the sword on the table, picked up the ornament hanging on the scabbard, and put it into Xin Moyan's palm.

"Look, Yan'er, this is a jade pendant for my brother's eighteenth birthday. I personally drew the design and had it carved at Junjing Pavilion."

After examining it closely, Xin Moyan was also quite surprised. Although the jade pendant was small and exquisite, only suitable for hanging on a sword sheath, the begonia flowers on it were lifelike, even more realistic than the jade pendant she had given to her brother.

Xin Moling reached out and gently stroked her head, her eyes growing increasingly tender.

"Brother knows that whether it was Yan'er back then or Yan'er now, she cares about you and understands you the same way."

She bit her lower lip, not daring to look up at her brother. The jade pendant in her hand was personally designed and made by the original owner, while the one she gave to her brother earlier was one she bought today. Although both were begonia flowers, the original Xin Moyan had put her heart and soul into it, unlike her, who was just reaping the benefits without effort.

“Brother, this old jade pendant looks better to me, and the jade seems to be of better quality. Why don’t you wear the old one and give it to me when I find a better treasure in the future?”

After she finished speaking, she stuffed the jade pendant into Xin Moling's hand, and then reached out to take her own piece. Her brother's piece was the only memento his sister had left him, and she couldn't let her brother forget the Xin Moyan of the past.

Xin Moyan moved quickly, but he moved even faster, grasping both jade pendants in his hands at the same time. Then he said to her earnestly, "Yan'er, let me tell you, these two jade pendants do not conflict at all. One can be hung on the Biyue Sword, and the other can be worn by your brother. Isn't that good? Does Yan'er want to take back what she has given away?"