Ye Huaijin was always proud and aloof, dressed in fine brocade, his elegance unmatched, as if the phrase "pure as the cloud and moon" were tailor-made for him.
This was the first time he had ever humbled himself to ask someone for help.
Seeing him like this, Bai Zhenzhen couldn't help but recall the first time she saw Ye Huaijin, when the proud Ye Huaijin hadn't even given her a proper glance, and now, he was lowering his noble head to ask for her help.
Thinking about it gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Ye Huaijin, so you have days like this too!
"Young Master!" Mo Hen, who came with a bowl of black medicine, immediately became furious.
"Don't beg her, she clearly has no good intentions," Mo Hen tossed the medicine into the hands of the Crown Prince's personal guard and pulled on Ye Huaijin's sleeve, urging him to leave, "I'll take you to the Lady; for such a trivial matter, she'll have a solution!"