Still Hankering After It

The youth's raven hair was hidden underneath his small jade coronet. He wore a light-colored, narrow-sleeved equestrian suit, paired with a wide, purplish-gold belt. Even though his body was still growing, he was handsome and had good posture.

A faint smile was on his lips as he trotted inside, and it seemed as if star fragments were twirling within his eyes, making them sparkling and dazzling beyond compare.

"Greetings to the twelfth prince." The row of junior royal maids simultaneously made their salutations.

After waving his hand, Mo Yu flashed to Mo Lian's side and excitedly called, "Eldest Brother, the moment I entered the capital, I heard that you got engaged to a crown prince consort! I want to see my sister-in-law. I knew it was her! Now I can finally have my peach…"

There definitely wasn't anyone else like this brat, who was still hankering after a peach seven to eight years later.