Black Witch Petting Husband Strategy

Chapter 178 The Beauty Comes

Qin Hanmo stared at Ni Nainai's back as she walked away. He felt as if he was struck by lightning and was shocked beyond words by her words.

"I will not marry anyone other than the prince in this life." These words are like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.

Why did this seemingly infatuated declaration form such a sharp contrast with her cold expression? Was her love for him genuine or fake?

It seems that she obeys her master's orders to the point of obeying his orders even in matters of marriage. Who is her master, and how could he have such a great influence that he made her willing to become a tool to carry out his mission? Qin Hanmo pondered in his heart.

He understood that the words she had just said to Prince Zhan were just a carefully planned performance. And tomorrow's plan still needed to be carried out step by step. After paying his respects to Prince Zhan, he also turned and left.

"Your Highness." At this moment, a gentle voice like a yellow oriole rang out from the valley, behind Qin Hanmo. Without turning around, he knew who it was. Wasn't it Miss Zhang Momo, the granddaughter of his father's teacher? She had been in love with Qin Hanmo since she was a child, but she had always kept this feeling deep in her heart.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Zhang Momo walked over with graceful and light steps and performed a standard salute towards Qin Hanmo.

Behind her, there followed a little maid, holding an exquisite box in her hand, which looked like a precious pearl.

"No need to be polite." Qin Hanmo turned around and said calmly. Zhang Momo stood up and looked up at Qin Hanmo. Her eyes were wet, like two crystal dewdrops, and covered with a little bloodshot, like thin red lines.

"Your Highness, tomorrow is your wedding day. I have come here specially to give you a gift." Zhang Momo said softly, his voice as sweet as a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

The maid behind him presented the box respectfully. Zhang Momo took the box and handed it to Qin Hanmo carefully, as if he was holding a rare treasure in his hands.

"This is the cloak that Momo personally sewed for the prince this year. It finally came in handy this year. The weather is getting colder, and I hope it can bring a little warmth to the prince." Zhang Momo said softly, her cheeks as hot as a ripe apple, but her heart was filled with endless bitterness.

"Okay, thank you Miss Zhang." Qin Hanmo said politely and took the box expressionlessly.

Zhang Momo raised her eyebrows, her eyes revealing a hint of expectation and hesitation. She stared at Qin Hanmo quietly, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but was a little hesitant. Finally, she spoke softly:

"Your Majesty..."

However, Qin Hanmo did not notice the deep meaning in Zhang Momo's eyes. He just asked calmly:

"Anything else?" His tone was as calm as water, making it difficult to guess his true thoughts.

Zhang Momo felt nervous and quickly shook his head and replied:

"No, no more." There was a hint of loss and helplessness in his voice.

She lowered her head silently, sighing inwardly, could she not go into the palace and sit for a while? Perhaps this way she could spend more time with the prince and let him understand her feelings better.

Mu Sixiu, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but secretly shook his head. He really admired his own prince's slowness, and he couldn't even see through Miss Zhang's thoughts.

Just as he was thinking about whether to remind the prince, he heard Qin Hanmo giving an order:

"Mu Sixiu, escort Miss Zhang back home."

Mu Sixiu responded respectfully: "Yes."

He muttered to himself, "My Lord, why don't you understand? You don't know how to seize such a good opportunity."

Seeing Qin Hanmo turning around and walking back to the mansion, Zhang Momo could no longer suppress her inner impulse. She took a deep breath, mustered up her courage and shouted:

"Your Highness, Momo has something to say to you." Zhang Momo's voice was full of determination and persistence.

"Okay." Qin Hanmo simply responded and then walked into the mansion.

Mu Sizheng led Zhang Momo to the study in the palace, and then he stood guard outside the door.

Zhang Momo took a deep breath and stepped into the study. As soon as he entered the room, a servant came in with tea, put the cup on the table and then quietly left.

Zhang Momo then raised his head and his eyes fell on Qin Hanmo.

Qin Hanmo was sitting at the desk, holding a book in his hand, reading attentively, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him. His expression was as cold as ice, which made people feel awe.

"Brother Hanmo..." Zhang Momo called softly, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

She looked at Qin Hanmo's cold face and wondered in her heart, did he really dislike her? But she didn't know that Qin Hanmo had always been like this, and it was not directed at her alone.

Hearing Zhang Momo's call, Qin Hanmo raised his head slightly, looked away from the book, and said lightly:

"Don't you have something to say to me? Go ahead."

Zhang Momo bit her lip and tried to calm herself down. She calmed herself down and said:

"Brother Hanmo, tomorrow is your big day. I would like to silently wish you and the National Master a happy wedding and a long and happy marriage." After saying this, she lowered her head and burst into tears.