The plane landed nearly a kilometer from the main building. Mo Yinhe refused to let go of her the entire way; he seemed tireless, perhaps because he held his treasure in his arms.
The attendants serving in the manor whom they encountered along the way all stopped, bowing with a nod. "Crown Prince."
But Mo Yinhe was not satisfied. "Call her Crown Princess Consort!"
The male and female attendants all showed surprised expressions but dared not glimpse the girl in Mo Yinhe's arms.
Mo Yinhe shot them a cold glance, his authority palpable. "What? Can't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Crown Princess Consort!"
All the attendants, inwardly shaken, feared that any hesitation on their part would anger the Crown Prince.
Si Mingjing's cheeks burned as she reached out to pinch his arm. "What nonsense are you spouting? Who is your Crown Princess Consort?"
"Sooner or later you will be, Mingjing. The woman I set my sights on, I must have."
