Sikong Mo lowered his head, looking at the bright sparkle in Ye Jiu’s eyes. His head slightly tilted down, his voice deep, "It is precisely because he is still young that one must make a move early. Otherwise, when his brilliance shines resplendently in the days to come, how could it be this king’s turn to succeed?"
With a whoosh, Ye Jiu’s face flushed red, yet her heart was sweet as if she had eaten honey.
"Is Jiujiu shy?" Sikong Mo chuckled deeply, "Does that mean, at this moment in Jiujiu’s heart, there is also a place for this king?"
The residual warmth by her ear made Ye Jiu’s little heart race as if it had run a mile, pounding nonstop, and she couldn’t calm it down.
"Don’t joke, Young Master Sikong." If this continued, facing such an incredibly handsome man, she really wouldn’t be able to handle it.
"Didn’t I say to call me Mo, or even, Brother Mo is fine." Ye Jiu looked so cute , it made Sikong Mo somewhat loath to let go.
Yet the impending separation cast a shadow on his heart.
"Hehe..." Ye Jiu only returned with an awkward smile.
"I want to go back to the coach to rest for a while." Staying with Sikong Mo, she feared she would die of embarrassment.
"Sure," Sikong Mo replied, but then he added a condition, "But you have to call me once."
"Ah?" Sikong Mo’s shamelessness left Ye Jiu in disbelief.
Nevertheless, he leaned in closer, his voice laced with a thick allure, "Call me, and I’ll let you go back to the coach to rest."
In the end, Ye Jiu was coaxed into calling his name.
Such a cheesy nickname like ’Brother Mo’ was definitely something she couldn’t utter, but just calling him by his name, though a bit too intimate, wasn’t unacceptable.
Good-looking people just break the rules.
Ye Jiu believed that if at this moment it were an ugly monster treating her in such an irregular manner, she would unquestionably slap him without a second thought.
But with this person being Sikong Mo, with his good looks, even his seduction carried a distinct charm, not only preventing her from getting angry but also making her feel that being favored by such an incredibly handsome man was an affirmation of herself.
Even her heart was out of control.
It wasn’t until she returned to the coach, away from Sikong Mo, that she gradually recovered.
Once her emotions calmed down, she realized that both her fourth brother and the little beggar were missing.
Lifting the curtain of the coach, Ye Jiu asked the people outside, "Where are my fourth brother and the little beggar?"
"Responding to the master, Lord Fourth and the little beggar are in the carriage behind, sitting with Miss Qing Yue."
Ye Jiu was puzzled, when had her fourth brother gotten so close to Miss Qing Yue?
However, since the little beggar was also there, she didn’t think much of it.
Back at the War Prince Residence, a member of the Sikong clan lay on the bed with a pale complexion.
Qing Yan had treated her , she would definitely make him regret it.
When she learned that Sikong Mo’s army transporting grain had passed by Fengyang City without even stopping, her mood soured and she punished several servants as a result.
Compared to the prosperity of Fengyang City, other small towns seemed much more desolate.
In the midst of the night, Ye Jiu was half carried into a small courtyard by Sikong Mo.
"Let’s take out the remaining grain here," Sikong Mo said.
"Alright," Ye Jiu responded, no longer concealing her actions from him.
Throughout the journey, the so-called grain Sikong Mo was collecting was actually all coming from Ye Jiu, and every time, they took out the grain secretly, then the next day loaded it onto the grain transport cart and set off together.