Chapter 38 King Rui Held Bitter Tears

In mid-August, the moon has gradually become round. The bright moonlight was poured on the man's strong body, looking hazy and mysterious.

Shi Qingxue looked at him but couldn't help frowning, "Mo Junyang? Why are you here?"

Even in summer, it was still a bit cold at night. Mo Junyang had just become better from the serious illness and he rushed out at night. Did he try to be ill again?

Mo Junyang turned to Shi Qingxue, smiled mildly, and ridiculed, "What? Why don't you call me Brother Yang this time?"

Shi Qingxue was reminded that she acted weak to beg Mo Junyang to do her a favor in Xiangyue Pavilion, and her face blushed. Fortunately, it was dark at night, and he couldn't see her face clearly.

She replied in awkward, "There should be distance between men and women. You are King Rui's eldest son, so it's more proper that I should call you by your honorable appellation."

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