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Shen Ningning glanced at him silently, then slowly walked over and sat next to him.

Even if there is another Wu Fang sitting between the two, it is enough.

Mo Lingwei frowned but didn't say anything.

He didn't want to push her too hard. Shen Ningning's agreement to enter the palace to pray was already a concession on her part, and he knew it.

"Did you see the paper kites I asked people to release on the Shangsi Festival?"

Shen Ningning paused: "I saw it."

Mo Lingwei glanced sideways at her: "You have nothing to say?"

Shen Ningning lowered her fair cheeks slightly: "I already said what I wanted to say that day in the Chinese Academy of Sciences, but since His Highness is unwilling to listen, no matter what I say, it will be in vain. I might as well follow Your Highness down."

The implication is that she won't stop him from doing anything he wants to do, but she doesn't care either.

The cold eyes under Mo Lingwei's sword-shaped eyebrows darkened.

He sneered: "Of course Gu won't listen. I can also tell you clearly that your marriage to Lu Shaoyuan will not be that easy unless Gu dies."

Shen Ningning suddenly raised her head and was about to tell him to stop talking nonsense. However, thinking of her current relationship with Mo Lingwei, those words of warning were not uttered.

As the carriage drove into the palace, neither of them spoke again.

As soon as he entered the palace, Mo Lingwei got off the carriage at the outer palace gate first.

"I still have government affairs to deal with. You go and make preparations first. Someone from Qintian Prison will tell you how to pray."

Mo Lingwei stood under the carriage, pressing the door curtain with one hand and looking coldly at Shen Ningning in the carriage.

The girl nodded slightly towards him, and Mo Lingwei lowered the curtain.

He was actually in a good mood because he seemed to have found a way to get along peacefully with Shen Ningning.

That is, although you force her to do something she doesn't want to do, the attitude is not so drastic.

She won't resist too much.

Like last time, she bit him so hard and was so angry.

Thinking of her behavior like a little red-eyed rabbit before, Mo Lingwei couldn't help but chuckle.

Shen Ningning got off the carriage and found that she was taken to Zichen Palace.

Mo Lingwei arranged for a palace maid named Qingyuan to serve Shen Ningning, and saw Qingyuan leading her to the backyard of Zichen Palace.

Shen Ningning suddenly stopped: "Where is my residence?"

Qingyuan turned around and smiled in confusion: "Don't you know, Your Highness the Princess? Your Highness has ordered you to live in Zichen Palace so that you can pray conveniently."

Zichen Palace is the prince's private residence, what is the convenience of living here.

What's more, the backyard here is where the prince's wives and concubines live.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and I have reached adulthood. It is not appropriate to live together when we are not married. Please take me to another residence."

Qingyuan felt embarrassed: "Your Highness Princess, this servant is just following the instructions. If you feel something is wrong, why not wait for His Highness to come back and discuss it with him personally?"

Shen Ningning pursed her pink lips.

It seemed that the eldest maid did not dare to disobey Mo Lingwei's wishes.

"Okay, I'll tell you when he comes back." Shen Ningning agreed.

She followed Qing Yuan to the backyard, and sure enough, the Kunling Hall, which symbolized the residence of the Crown Princess, had been tidied up by the palace ladies.

Shen Ningning stood at the door, refusing to go in.

Qingyuan saw it and said: "Even if Her Royal Highness does not live here, she still has to come in first to have a rest. The adults from Qintian Prison will come later to discuss matters of blessing with the princess."

Hearing this, Shen Ningning had no choice but to go inside.

She did not enter the inner room, but only sat on a chair in the outer hall. Qingyuan ordered the maids to file in in an orderly manner.

Clothes, jewelry, and various pastries and fruits were delivered.

After a while, as Qing Yuan said, the two supervisors from Qintian Prison arrived.

"I see you, Your Highness the Princess." Both ministers had gray beards. Shen Ningning hurriedly asked them to stand up and give them a seat: "I came to the palace for the emperor's uncle's body. The two supervisors will be exempted from the formal ceremony. Please tell me how to pray specifically."

The supervisor quickly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and presented it to him.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already decided on the process in advance and asked the princess to take a look."

Shen Ningning took it over and took a look, her eyebrows gradually furrowed in confusion.

This book is not so much the process of praying, but rather, it is what she needs to do every day.

After she woke up in the morning, she would go to the main hall of Zichen Palace to help Mo Lingwei grind ink.

During lunch, he had to accompany Mo Lingwei. After lunch, the two of them went to visit the emperor.

In the afternoon, Shen Ningning had to accompany Mo Lingwei to Zhaori Pagoda, and the two of them copied scriptures for the emperor together.

In the evening, after having dinner together, it was her time to rest.

After reading this, Shen Ningning put down the note: "Two supervisors, you are highly respected. I believe what you said. Can you tell me clearly, can you really pray for the emperor's uncle by doing this?"

Why does it seem like she thinks the main point of entering the palace this time is to accompany Mo Lingwei?

We also have to read memorials with him, eat three meals a day together, and even go to copy scriptures together.

Although Shen Ningning had already predicted it before entering the palace, Mo Lingwei must not have simply asked her to pray.

But who would have thought that he didn't even have the time to show off.

The two supervisors looked at each other and felt sweaty.

"Your Highness Princess, as a blessed girl, as long as you sincerely pray for the emperor's dragon health, it will be more useful than any other blessing."

"Yes, Your Highness the Princess, and Your Highness the Crown Prince is the reincarnation of a real dragon. With him by your side, the effect of praying will be twice the result with half the effort."

Shen Ningning pursed her pink lips and looked at the two of them.

These two supervisors had obviously been handed over by Mo Lingwei a long time ago.

She sighed: "I understand, please step back."

In the afternoon, Mo Lingwei finished discussing government affairs as quickly as possible and rushed back to Zichen Palace.

However, Shen Ningning was not seen.

After asking the palace, they found out that she had gone to Zhaori Pagoda in advance to copy Buddhist scriptures and pray for the emperor.

Mo Lingwei went to Zhaori Tower, and Qingyuan was indeed guarding the door.

Seeing the prince coming, Qingyuan said, "Your Highness, I have persuaded the princess that the prayers will not officially start until tomorrow, but the princess is coming today..."

Mo Lingwei nodded: "I already know this, so please step back first."

Qingyuan bowed and left, and Mo Lingwei turned and entered the Zhaori Tower.

In a hall full of gods and Buddhas, the girl he missed day and night was sitting in the middle, immersed in copying scriptures.

It seemed that she had been copying for a long time. The sunlight fell on her through the window, and the hall was filled with the faint scent of ancient scriptures.

Shen Ningning sat there, like beauty itself.

Let Mo Lingwei's restlessness these days disappear.

He couldn't even bear to get closer, for fear of ruining such a beautiful scene.

Mo Lingwei leaned against the doorframe and looked at her. The calmer he became, the more he felt that he must keep Shen Ningning by his side.

He refused to believe that she really had no feelings for him.

Shen Ningning copied the scriptures carefully, focusing on it with all her heart. In her heart, she hoped that the emperor would get better completely than anyone else.

If he was no longer in fear of his life, could she not worry so much and boldly tell Mo Lingwei that she was actually forced to marry?

The more she thought about it, the more seriously she copied it.

Suddenly, a hand touched her ear, and Shen Ningning screamed in fright. The tip of her pen fell on the scripture, causing it to fall apart.

Mo Lingwei's hand that wanted to help her take away her broken hair froze in mid-air.