However, Sikong Mo's mood was not as good as he appeared to be.
His grip on Ye Jiu's small hand had gradually tightened until Ye Jiu's frown deepened. Sikong Mo slowly loosened his grip a little but did not let go.
Feeling that his fist could temporarily relax, Ye Jiu tried to pull away to free his hand.
Yet, Sikong Mo refused to let go. Instead, he stared at Ye Jiu with those serene eyes, as if declaring his sovereignty.
"What is she doing here!" The Prince slammed the table and stood up abruptly, feeling annoyed as if he were being watched.
There was a significant gap between his and Ye Jiu's identities, so to avoid drawing attention and causing trouble for Ye Jiu, he always went out alone.
And how did the Princess Consort come to know of his whereabouts?
There was clearly something fishy!
The Prince couldn't help but suspect that the Princess Consort had deliberately sent someone to spy on him.
