Did he, Zhuo Junli, really think he was made of iron?
Sending him out constantly, as if there was nothing better to do, even if he were running himself ragged.
And yet, to this day, no son has been born.
Yun Sijin walked over to his side with a smile. He pulled her into his arms, and she said coquettishly, "It doesn't seem like it was the Crown Prince who stirred up trouble this time. Commandant Mo came by, saying he wants to see Ling'er."
"Tell him to get lost," Zhuo Junli said bluntly, his tone devoid of any politeness. "The Leng family raised her into an old maid without a care, so not just any man should come around thinking he can pick up what was left behind."
Back then, he had approved of Leng Muling's bold behavior because he believed Mo Qi to be a capable and responsible man. But he hadn't expected him to have that nasty business about memory loss.
