"I doubt he's feigning it," Mo Lian countered, shaking his head. "If he were pretending, he could easily hide behind the Holy Daughter's mutation."
"I observed his reaction back then. He seed more surprised than anyone when Nie Yaoguang underwent the mutation."
"This suggests that Miyan didn't anticipate this developnt."
"When soone faces a unique event, their genuine reaction tends to be unguarded," Mo Lian recalled the incident on the Spring River and asserted confidently, "At that mont, he instinctively battled the zombie crocodiles summoned by the Holy Daughter."
"Considering Miyan's haughty and aloof deanor, it's unlikely he'd willingly collaborate with the Holy Daughter."
"I believe…" Mo Lian spoke softly, "He probably isn't aware. Moreover, he must be in internal conflict right now, sensing an unforeseen occurrence in the temple and taking a three-day rest."
"Firstly, to await the return of those who road the Spring River. Secondly, we'll send people to the temple to investigate."
Qiao Mu's eyes brightened. She nodded and remarked, "Lian, you're astute."
Basking in the praise from his prospective mother-in-law, Crown Prince Lian, feeling rather triumphant, nodded and grinned, "Naturally. Your Hubby here is a genius."
"So, what's our next move?"
"Let's wait and observe." Crown Prince Mo gently squeezed her hand, gesturing towards a nearby yurt.
A priest drew back the yurt's curtain and hurried out, nodding awkwardly at the two before making a swift exit.
Holy Son Miyan also erged. Spotting them still outside, he appeared montarily surprised before offering a sheepish smile. "Uh, we encountered so delays on the road. I'll have Huiguang return to the hall to investigate any unforeseen events in the secret realm."
Mo Lian exchanged a knowing wink with Qiao Mu. She, with a cold stoic pride, stiffly replied, "Holy Son, do as you wish."
His Excellency Holy Son harrumphed and declared, "Let's take a break."
Observing his retreating figure, Qiao Mu turned to Crown Prince Mo with a puzzled expression. "What's bothering him?"
He seed fine when he ca out, but suddenly turned sour. Could it be that he didn't want to see Lady Qiaoqiao?
Mo Lian stifled a laugh, shook his head, and calmly explained, "The Holy Son feels uneasy when he witnesses our affection."
"Why is that?"
"Consider it. He's an old bachelor who's been around for hundreds of years. How comfortable do you think he is watching us play with his nerves?"
Upon hearing this, Lady Qiaoqiao nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense."
She paused and added, "Then I'll try to avoid being in front of him in the future."
anwhile, inside the yurt, Holy Son Miyan nearly spilled the tea he had just poured upon hearing this revelation!
Who? Who was the hundred-year-old bachelor?
Gritting his teeth, Holy Son Miyan stood up indignantly. With a flick of his sleeve, he exited the yurt and scanned the surroundings.
To his relief, the troubleso young couple was nowhere in sight.
Standing at the entrance of soone else's yurt and audaciously declaring soone a hundred-year-old bachelor—only that mischievous pair could pull off such a stunt!
Holy Son Miyan's handso face darkened. With a forceful slam of the yurt's curtain, he stord inside angrily.
He resolved not to exchange a single word with the couple tomorrow. Simply seeing them was vexing!
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