At that moment, Han Moxi's pretty face looked serious and stern. His tender eyes blinked quickly, then looked at Wuhen in confusion. "What is my royal brother doing at the top of the mountain?" He asked.
Wuhen lowered his gaze, as his face turned a faint red. "I hear, that he went to go... go after beautiful women," he respectfully reported.
Han Moxi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Huh? What is the meaning of this?"
Lian Jiuhua caught up to Han Moxi by horse and noticed the unbelievably shocked look on his face. "Milord, is there something wrong?" He couldn't help but ask.
Han Moxi furrowed his brows and blinked in confusion. Then, he looked over at Lian Jiuhua and smiled. "It's nothing. We should hurry and reach the top of the mountain. When we do, everything will be clear."
Lian Jiuhua nodded and stopped asking more questions.
