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Zhang Miaozhen smiled and said, “The task of Shimei is something only she can do, but as for making wedding clothes, we can handle that. After all, the Second Prince won’t mind these things.”

“Indeed,” Mo’er nodded. “His Highness only cares that no one takes away Eldest Young Miss’s attention!”

Zhang Miaozhen smiled lightly.

Indeed, King Dun Yu was quite jealous!

After a moment of silence, Mo’er looked up at Zhang Miaozhen and asked, “Miss Zhang, I saw Madam Zhang come to pick you up yesterday, did you refuse again?”

“Yeah.” Regarding her affairs, Zhang Miaozhen’s smile faded a bit.

The Zhang family wouldn’t express disappointment or anything, but she was afraid to go back and face them. She always felt she was letting her family down. So, for now, she didn’t want to confront them.

Mo’er pursed her lips and said, “Eldest Young Miss often says that avoiding problems won’t solve them! Only by facing the problems can you overcome them!”

Zhang Miaozhen continued embroidering the pattern in her hands, lowering her head, “I originally wanted to go to Ciyun Nunnery, practice asceticism for a while, and calm myself down. Fortunately, I met Shimei, who not only didn’t dislike me but was also willing to keep me for a long time.”

She looked up at Mo’er with a faint smile, the smile slightly bitter, “For now, it’s the best outcome. Going home, they’ll start considering my marriage, and for now… I don’t want to think about those things.”

Mo’er, who had become familiar with her during this time, sighed at her appearance and said, “The Crown Prince’s side can’t possibly not investigate, and Lord Zhang and the others won’t give up the pursuit. But after investigating for so long, there’s still no evidence.”

As they were talking, the door opened, and Liu Shimei walked in from outside, saying, “If there’s no evidence, let the evidence surface on its own. Don’t rush!”

Behind her was naturally the ever-present King Dun Yu, sticking to her like toffee.

On the tenth day of August, the weather had already cooled, with frequent rains in recent times.

Huangfu Lingyao closed the umbrella he was holding up, placing it against the door.

Both of them were a bit damp. Mo’er quickly put down what she was doing, took a cloth and came to wipe the water droplets off Liu Shimei, saying, “Why did you run out in such heavy rain, Eldest Young Miss?”

“I’m fine.” Liu Shimei took the cloth and said, “Lingyao has been protecting me all the way, and I haven’t gotten much wet. Half of his body is soaked; you should quickly go get his clothes.”

Mo’er went away.

Liu Shimei held the cloth, turned to Huangfu Lingyao, and smiled, “You sit first.”

The silly dog obediently sat down.

The chair was a bit short, so after sitting down, he looked up at her with eager eyes.

Liu Shimei wiped the water droplets off his face first, then those on his hair, gently asking, “Are you cold?”

Throughout the journey, the umbrella mostly tilted towards her side, leaving half of him exposed.

She hadn’t noticed it while walking, only seeing how wet he was when they entered the corridor.

“Not cold.” Huangfu Lingyao shook his head like a drum.

Zhang Miaozhen liked being with Liu Shimei, but there was always the fiance by her side.

Firstly, it was inappropriate for men and women to be close, and secondly, seeing them so sticky all the time was irritating.

Seeing them like this, she stood up and said, “I’ll go instruct to make ginger soup. It’s almost Mid-Autumn Festival; you can’t withstand getting soaked like this.”

In the room, only Liu Shimei and Huangfu Lingyao were left, no outsiders. Huangfu Lingyao grabbed Liu Shimei’s wrist, saying, “Wife, don’t bother wiping. I’m changing clothes soon anyway.”

As he spoke, Mo’er came over, “Your Highness, please go back to the room and change your clothes.”

Huangfu Lingyao turned his head to look at Liu Shimei, and the expectation in his eyes was unusually evident. Anyone could see his plea!