The sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand was so shapeless that many of it fell on the table.

The familiar fragrance penetrated his nose over and over again. He endured the impulse in his heart over and over again, but still couldn't hold it back. He frowned and took a bite thinking about it. He was just curious, curious about the osmanthus.

What does cake taste like and why does it arouse his appetite?

He has become a demon, and no grains or grains in the mortal world have any appeal to him.

Why did this seemingly featureless little pastry interest him?

The moment the sweet-scented osmanthus cake entered his mouth, a familiar feeling surged into his heart.[

He must have tasted this before.

But so what? He knew that he and that woman knew each other.

But he doesn't remember her anymore, not even a trace of memory.

She is now a stranger to him, a stranger who will affect his emotions.

He doesn't like this feeling, he doesn't like the feeling of being influenced by others.

What he needs is a woman like Zi Yan, who will not affect his mood no matter what time.

"Your Highness."

Mo Nu's voice came from outside the house.

Lan Qingyue didn't raise her head and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"This servant has something to say to His Highness."

"Come in."

Mo Nu walked to the table and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Mu Lingyue on the table, and the plate was held by Lan Qingyue in her hand. He was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and couldn't help but ask, "Has your highness eaten this sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Already?"

Lan Qingyue's expression changed slightly, and she threw the piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand into the basket with a very disdainful expression, "How can I eat this kind of thing that only humble mortals can eat?"

When Mo Nu heard what he said, he knew that he had already eaten.

Although His Highness has changed, he has not changed completely. His temperament is still the same as before. He has been with him for so many years, how can he still not understand him.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of joy in his heart. It seemed that Mu Lingyue's method was not useless at all.

At least, His Highness is willing to eat the pastries she sent, which is an improvement.

However, when he thought that he said he wanted to marry Zi Yan today, Mo Nu sighed secretly in his heart.

If His Highness really marries Zi Yan, things will become more and more complicated.[

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Mo Nu hesitated for a while. He had been unsure about this matter, whether he should tell Lan Qingyue or not.

I originally wanted to wait until the right time to talk about it.

But today... Lan Qingyue said that she wanted to marry Zi Yan, and he felt that he could not wait any longer.

"Your Highness, I know that you don't remember Miss Mu, but... Your Highness cannot marry Miss Zi Yan."

Lan Qingyue raised her eyes, couldn't help but frown, her eyes were sinister, "Why?"

"His Highness has already been married to Miss Mu and has a child, so how can he marry Miss Zi Yan again? Even if His Highness doesn't care about Miss Lingyue, doesn't His Highness also care about his own flesh and blood?"

Lan Qingyue narrowed her eyes and slowly stood up, "What did you say..."

Mo Nu took a breath, met his gaze, and said word by word, "The young master is your highness's only flesh and blood. He looks very similar to your highness, is very smart, and is very lovable. Your highness used to love your young master very much."
Chapter completed!