Mo Xue knew Feng Yueya understood her meaning, and seeing her so sensible, she immediately smiled happily.
"Since that's the case, then you should set off early."
She spoke very directly, not at all worried that someone would get angry because of her impoliteness.
Feng Yueya nodded, "Yes, we will return as soon as possible."
With her response, Mo Xue left with a happy heart.
Yun Shangyuan sat down by the bed and looked at her with a smile, "Yue Yaya, I'm glad that you've come to think of my Prince Manor as your home."
Just now, she had been saying 'return,' not 'leave.' Although both words meant to go, their implications were different.
Feng Yueya giggled and played with his fingers. "I've married you long ago, what else would that be if not my home? Would you prefer that I don't consider Mingyuan Royal Mansion as my home?"
"Of course, I hope so. I want you to think of it as your home forever, your only home."
"No, I have more than that one home," Feng Yueya suddenly pouted.
