Eve of the Inauguration Ceremony

A cold wind swept over the city, sharp as blades.

As night in the Royal Capital passed into its latter half, the temperature suddenly dropped considerably.

Nangong Jinse leaned against the soft couch in her room, holding a piece of fine fabric as her needle and thread traced dense, delicate patterns across it.

After learning that Nangong Qingtian would ascend the throne and that she would marry Chen Mo afterward, Nangong Jinse decided to sew her own wedding robe by hand.

She had learned needlework as a child.

Though she had not done it herself for many years,

the memories remained.

Coupled with her extraordinary talent, she quickly got the hang of it after picking it up again.

"Tap, tap—"

Footsteps sounded.

"His Highness's room is right here."

Amid a flurry of chatter, the maid's voice sounded outside the door.

"Creak."

The door was unlocked and pushed open directly.

Chen Mo then walked in.

"You're back?"

Nangong Jinse sat sideways on the soft couch with needle and thread in hand, her expression dignified and calm.

Chen Mo nodded.

After closing the door,

he sat down beside Jinse and asked, "Jinse, what are you doing?"

"Sewing wedding robes. Can't you tell?" Jinse said.

"You've only finished an edge. How could I possibly tell?" Chen Mo immediately wrapped his arms around Jinse's slender waist, greedily breathing in the faint fragrance drifting from her body.

"Stop messing around." Jinse felt ticklish and twisted her waist slightly before asking, "How is she doing?"

"I've already talked her into it. She came back." Because of the kissing incident, Chen Mo did not intend to linger on the subject. After casually saying a few words, his hands began wandering over Jinse's delicate body. He whispered, "Jinse, it's getting late. How about..."

But Jinse shook her head.