"What is it?"
"The first day of the eleventh month is approaching. Every year at this time, Consort Rong chooses a young child to help her air out the scriptures. It's considered a blessing, and she'll most likely choose you."
Mo Lingwei's gaze was dark as he said this.
He called it a blessing, but his expression held not a trace of pleasure.
Shen Ningning asked, puzzled, "Choose me... to help her air out the scriptures?"
Mo Lingwei nodded. "I'm being selfish, but I don't want you to go. I heard from my father, the Emperor, that whoever she chooses will become the Ninth Prince's companion."
At this, he raised an eyebrow slightly. "Even if you were to become a companion in the palace, you should be mine."
'He couldn't even bear the thought of having Shen Ningning accompany him in his studies; it was so dull and tedious.'
'Besides, the palace was full of numerous and complicated rules.'
'So the Ninth Prince? Absolutely not.'
