Thinking of the eldest sister at the noodle stall who was eagerly looking forward to his son's return, the sixth prince asked Mo Yizhi: "Why didn't you tell her?"

Why not tell her that her son is dead and will never come back.

"It's better to live with an expectation that you don't know when it will come true, than to have no hope for the rest of your life." Mo Yizhi's voice was faint, and no waves could be heard.

The sun shines all over the city, the early summer is warm...

The two of them walked along the street. It was getting bright and the shops on both sides of the street were opening their doors one after another.

The Sixth Prince suddenly stopped in front of a jade shop: "Go in and have a look."

The jade shop has a small door curtain, and the shopkeeper warmly welcomes him: "What do you want to choose, sir?"

Mo Yizhi was ignored again, but fortunately he was just taking a look.

The Sixth Prince looked around without closing his eyes. When he turned around, he saw Mo Yizhi holding a white jade hairpin in his hand and looking at it carefully.

The Sixth Prince came forward and smiled, taking the hairpin from Mo Yizhi's hand and looking at it. It was an extremely simple drop-shaped hairpin with a hint of crimson on the head. It looked like a drop of blood in the calm spring water.

"The quality of the jade is not of the highest quality, and the carving is mediocre, but the crimson color is somewhat distinctive."

Before Mo Yizhi could speak, the Sixth Prince smiled and took out the wooden hairpin that was fixed on Mo Yizhi's head.

The wooden hairpin was pulled out, and his long hair fell instantly. Mo Yizhi's body froze. He was afraid that the Sixth Prince would see the clues.

But seeing that he was still smiling lightly and that there was nothing wrong with him, Mo Yizhi's clenched fists relaxed.

"What are you afraid of?" The sixth prince smiled softly in Mo Yizhi's ear, not knowing whether it was intentional or not.

Mo Yizhi froze and took a step back. His eyes as black as crow feathers looked at the Sixth Prince, wondering what he wanted to do.

Her long hair, like ink-colored brocade, hangs down on her shoulders, with a few strands of hair scattered on her temples. Her eyes are full of coldness and vigilance.

The Sixth Prince tightened his grip on the hairpin and then loosened it: "Come here."

Mo Yizhi remained motionless.

The Sixth Prince smiled helplessly and stepped forward: "Azhi's hairpin is old."

After saying that, he raised his hand and neatly pulled up Mo Yizhi's long hair and fixed it with the white jade hairpin.

Mo Yizhi's height only reached his chin, and his already thin figure was covered by his figure when he stood close. The calming and faint scent of sandalwood lingered on the tip of his nose.

Mo Yizhi's shoulders were stiff from beginning to end and he didn't say a word.

The Sixth Prince tied up his hair, took a step back and looked at her, and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks good."

…

The hosta was very expensive and obviously not worth the expensive price, but the Sixth Prince didn't say anything and paid the money with a smile.

"I will return the money to you." Mo Yizhi said awkwardly.

The Sixth Prince looked at her and smiled and said, "Azhi gave me an eyepatch as a courtesy." After saying that, he left the jade shop first.

Mo Yi was startled and quickly chased after him: "That's not for you. You promised that you would return it to me."

The Sixth Prince was walking with his hands behind his hands, his posture was comfortable, his face was as beautiful as jade, and his smile was gentle, but the words he said made Mo Yizhi hate him so much that his teeth itched with hatred.

"I only promised Ah Zhi to think about it. What's more... you got something in my hand and you still think you can take it back?"

"You..." Mo Yizhi's eyes were full of anger.

"How am I doing?" the Sixth Prince raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Mo Yizhi held it in for a long time: "You...you are shameless..."
Chapter completed!