"Miss Xiao, please dispense with the formalities. It’s not really about me, if these words were to get out, it would damage Miss Feng’s reputation."

"Prince Mo, about that, I believe such words would absolutely not be spread within the residence, right? After all, Feng Xuxu is to be Prince Mo’s future sister-in-law." She said with a smile on her face while looking at Dugu Mo.

Dugu Mo looked at the two with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Miss Xiao makes a fair point."

With a glance at Fo Conghui, whose face had turned deathly pale, she walked past the two with Ya Feng, heading purposefully toward the front courtyard.

Xiao Jiazhen, seeing Prince Mo walk away, pointed her finger at Fo Conghui: "You nearly ruined the reputation of your future sister-in-law." Asking about one’s sister-in-law in the presence of men other than her cousin, isn’t that blatantly telling the world that there’s something improper between her and others?

Fo Conghui stuck out her tongue: "You’re here, aren’t you! But when you just now subtly threatened Prince Mo, weren’t you afraid that he might cause trouble for your uncle later?"

"My father has been Prime Minister for over a decade, Prince Mo wouldn’t bother him over such a trifle. But today, it’s clear that Prince Mo has no small ambitions," Xiao Jiazhen shook her head. Prince Mo wouldn’t let the minor overshadow the major.

"That’s good, let’s hurry and find our sister-in-law. I have so many questions to ask her!"

"You, now won’t do. Let’s send a card tomorrow and visit the residence properly. I guess the Crown Prince and Dugu Chen have probably arrived at the Prince Mo Residence by now." Seeing her cousin’s impatience and bursting into laughter, she gave Fo Conghui a teasing glance.

Fo Conghui thought about it and realized she was right. She had missed the chance to see her future sister-in-law last time, but it would be different now—just go directly to the residence tomorrow! Seeing her cousin laugh at her, her face turned red with embarrassment. She stamped her little foot and twisted her handkerchief, "If you keep laughing at me, I’m going to cry for you to see."

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop laughing, so that you wouldn’t start crying and have everyone think I’ve bullied you," she responded, rolling her eyes. Always resorting to this tactic, and it always worked—it seemed the shadows of the past truly couldn’t be erased.

"What’s wrong, not satisfied? Do you want me to cry... waa—" Before she could finish, Xiao Jiazhen immediately covered Fo Conghui’s mouth, which was causing all the trouble.

"Dear sister, please don’t cry, I’m truly scared," she said with a mournful face, looking at Fo Conghui.

Fo Conghui patted her cousin’s shoulder with a giggle: "Alright, I forgive you, Miss."

Xiao Jiazhen could only respond with a wry smile: "This little lady thanks you."

"Heehee, let’s go find the Crown Prince," she said.

"Eh? Why not look for Dugu Chen?" Jiazhen twisted her neck to look at Fo Conghui, her big eyes twinkling with laughter from the tease, mocking her cousin.

"Hmph, cousin, you know very well, Dugu Chen is just a block of ice. I touched him once when we were little, and he glared at me—I was nearly scared to death." Recalling the past sent shivers down her spine.

"Hehe, you’re one to talk. When you were little, you took a worm and scared me with it, and I cried so hard I almost tore the roof off," Xiao Jiazhen said with a laugh, reminiscing about past events.

The two walked hand in hand, chatting and laughing, bypassing the garden and heading shoulder to shoulder in search of the Crown Prince and Dugu Chen.

The Crown Prince, Dugu Han, and Dugu Chen had just entered the residence, with Dugu Chen looking around, searching for Feng Xuxu. Seeing this, Dugu Han couldn’t help teasing him: "Second brother, you’re truly smitten."

"Big brother, it’s not just smitten; I’m utterly hopeless," he said, shaking his head, correcting his elder brother.

"Well then, you should prepare for your big wedding to stop wandering around distracted," replied his brother.

"Big brother, I would if I could, but my betrothed said she won’t marry me until next year," he said with a troubled shake of his head, his gaze still searching around.