“Why hasn’t he arrived yet?” Mu Xi Yao got up this morning buzzing with excitement, fidgeting restlessly on Zong Zheng Lin’s lap, eagerly awaiting Wei Zhen’s report.

“Eat your meal properly!” Zong Zheng Lin scowled. This woman had been talking about another man while still in bed and hadn’t stopped since, greatly infuriating the Sixth Highness.