These are all due to his unfilial conduct. This time, he wishes to compromise for once, accept the goodwill of the elders, and be a child or grandchild who no longer worries the elders!
"Young Master, it's time to take your medicine. Please have your medicine first!"
A maiden, who bore a striking resemblance to Xiang Yun, carefully poured his soup medicine from the stove and brought it to him.
"Just put it down for now; I'll drink it later," Mo Zili said softly, gazing in the direction out the window.
Outside, that grand procession had already disappeared from view, but he was still reluctant to retract his gaze. Having met today, who knows when he would see her again? Perhaps, in this lifetime, they might never meet again; if they do, it will have to wait for the next life...
