However, both of them knew very well in their hearts that Beiming was up to something sinister. Other than going with the flow to see what they were plotting, there was really no other way around it.
Chu Qingmeng turned her head to glance at Mo Liujin, only to find that he had been looking at her all along, not at the dancing girl. Mo Liujin's hand, which had been resting on her waist, had long since clenched into a fist. Seeing her turn back to look at him, he relaxed his fist, pulled her closer, and whispered softly, "My lady is not afraid of her husband looking at that dancing girl, yet you worry His Majesty might look at her instead. Are you perhaps borrowing too much worry, my lady?"
"..." Catching the suppressed, intense anger in Mo Liujin's tone, Chu Qingmeng felt awkward for a moment. That wasn't what she meant by looking at Eleventh Prince! After thinking for a while, Chu Qingmeng sighed, "I'm not afraid of Eleventh looking at that dancing girl; it's *me* who has taken a fancy to her. She feels like a little rabbit—holding her must feel wonderful! Tell me, if I ask Eleventh for her, do you think he'd grant her to me?"
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