"No, old sir, it's not me. I didn't know... I didn't know it was safflower. Bitches, it was you. You framed me, right? Old sir, you have to do something for our child. They did it, and I knew nothing about it. I really didn't know anything about it."
Hearing imperial doctor Lu's words and looking at Mo Huawen's cold angry face, Auntie Fang's face turned pale and couldn't sit there anymore. She knew that Mo Huawen doubted her. If the truth was revealed, Mo Huawen wouldn't forgive her. By then, she regretted having heard Mo Xuemin's words and used her baby to scheme.
But it was not time to be regretful. Auntie Fang was still sober and knew that she had to act miserably to get Mo Huawen's favors. Therefore, she suddenly fell off from the bed, crawled to Mo Huawen, and tugged at his robe, hurriedly defending herself.
According to Mo Huawen's personality, if he knew that she was so vicious as to kill the baby, her whole life would be ruined!
"Bring the dumplings along. I will go and visit father." It was New Year's Eve and the whole family should have been gathered together happily. Yet, something like this had happened and Father must be most upset. She looked up at the window. The lights had just been hung up. It did get darker earlier in winter. Regular families would have already eaten dinner by now. But today... She could not describe how she was feeling. Rationally speaking, the possibility of Auntie Fang rising to a position of importance again was practically impossible. She could also heave a sigh of relief. However, her chest felt stuffy. It was a feeling she could not describe. She felt heavy and stifled and she just could not bring herself to feel happy. Instead, she felt a little depressed. If they were really to discuss this, even though Auntie Fang had been the one to kill the child, she had also played a role in it too. Her father would probably have another adorable child if
Mo Xuetong blinked. She did not know where she was for a moment and was dazed. Feng Yuran smiled brilliantly when he saw her dazed look. He reached out and said, "Don't you recognize me? It is the night before New Year's Eve tonight. How can you sleep so early? I am bored. Get up and keep me company." He stretched out his hands roughishly in front of her. He could see the shiny traces of tears in the corners of her eyes and he felt a stab of pain in his heart for some reason. That felt extremely uncomfortable! Mo Xuetong had not yet gathered her wits and she released her clenched fists subconsciously. She reached out, revealing her snow-white skin which shone under the snowy moonlight outside. Her skin was so bright she looked as if she was glowing. Feng Yuran's eyes landed on her hands and his heart clenched. He had wanted to pull her hands forcefully. But his hands relaxed and fell gently. He held her hands. They were so soft
Her fingers twitched and she could feel the warmth and strength in his fingers. Mo Xuetong only realized then that he had been holding her hand tightly and had been holding his tightly without letting go. Half of her body was in his embrace. No wonder she could feel his warmth around her. Her face heated up and she turned around, not daring to look at his handsome side profile. She bit her lips and her fingers moved, wanting to let go but not daring to. What if she annoyed the fellow and he really let go? Then she would really fall down! "What's the matter?" Feng Yuran turned around and asked her when he sensed the long slender fingers in his hand twitching. "It's nothing." Mo Xuetong replied, biting her lips. She did not dare to say that anything was of matter. What kind of person was Feng Yuran? He was the prince the Emperor Zongwen doted on the most. And he sometimes did not even show respect to Emperor Zongwen. Like what she said, why wo
"What is it? Have I dazzled you with my handsomeness?" Feng Yuran turned around and blinked. He felt extremely pleased when he saw how she looked at him dazedly with a hint of craftiness in her eyes. His lips curled up and a charming and seductive smile bloomed on his face, dazzling everyone. This person was really shameless! Mo Xuetong looked away and gave him the side-eye. She smiled lightly when she saw him raising his brows at her in a rather pleased manner. Then, she wrinkled her nose delicately and said, "Your Highness, your beauty is, of course, unparalleled in this world. And few would not fall for your beauty. Look at all the beautiful ladies around us who have been staring at you. It would not be weird even if I joined them! Feng Yuran was stunned and he stared at Mo Xuetong with heated eyes. Then, he smiled devilishly and did not speak. Mo Xuetong had a bad feeling and wanted to back away subconsciously. However, he was holding her hands tightl
"Oh, since Eighth Brother is in the mood, I will definitely keep you company!" Feng Yuxuan glanced at Ling Fengyan and smiled with gentle eyes. "King Xuan, this is not fair. This lady's face is hidden so well, King Chu cannot see clearly. So how can he deduce whether she is beautiful or not? How about this, why don't we ask the lady to reveal her face so King Chu can see clearly. How about that?" Ling Fengyan's gaze landed on Mo Xuetong's face which was covered and could not be seen clearly. He smiled and spoke gently as his eyes swept across Feng Yuran subconsciously. For an inexplicable reason, she felt that Mo Xuetong, who was standing beside the handsome and flawless Feng Yuran was very eye-catching. She was beautiful and a single glance at her made her blush and her heart race. She told herself that she was just a rich girl and was the type of person she looked down upon the most before she could calm her racing heart. She did not think
Ling Fengyan had already decided to tell her aunt, who was the Empress, that she did not need to put in so much effort with the Eighth Prince, King Xuan, who was a ludicrous playboy. She secretly glanced at Feng Yuxuan out of the corner of her eyes. This man was inscrutable and was the opponent that the Third Prince should pay most attention to. Furthermore, he was also the man that her aunt had told her to draw to their side. Out of the few of them, Feng Yuxuan was still filled with suspicion. He wanted to say a few more words to Mo Xuetong but Feng Yuran kept blocking him. Ling Fengyan looked down on Mo Xuetong's status, and as such, her eyes were cold even though she wore a smile on her face. She did not look willing to speak with Mo Xuetong. Mo Xuetong did not say anything else other than occasionally pretending to be cute towards Feng Yuran, turning her voice into one of gentle seductiveness when she did that. The four of them walked on the street an
"What?" Mo Xuetong did not notice the quick change in topic. She followed his gaze and looked at the bruise on her hand. She replied lightly, "It's alright. I bumped it just now. Your Highness, there's something odd about your good old eldest brother. It is such a beautiful night and he has the company of a beautiful woman. Yet, he still has so many sharp weapons hidden on him. That's really not good at all." She had allowed herself to fall against Feng Yuxuan earlier after Ling Fengyan's avoidance of her. There was a rod-shaped object at his chest. Mo Xuetong had touched it as she fell and it felt like a short sword. Feng Yuxuan had brought a weapon out while he strolled along the streets with Ling Fengyan. This was very odd. Ling Fengyan had not said much earlier. But her intentions were clear. She did want to spend time alone with King Chu. If she had not recalled wrongly, the Empress supported the Third Prince. Then, one could deduce why she was askin
Mo Xuetong closed her head subconsciously. She could hear Feng Yuran's angry roars as someone caught her in mid-air. She fell into a solid embrace and heard Feng Yuran's anxious voice. "Tong'er!" She felt a surge of dizziness and forced herself to open her eyes. She saw two men going against the other four behind Feng Yuran. "I'm alright, you be careful." Mo Xuetong forced down the sickly-sweet taste in her chest as she tugged on his shirt anxiously while panting. There were still four men in black behind. Even if Feng Yuran had two subordinates who had arrived, there were still two other assassins. Her hand felt beside her weakly and the world turned black! Feng Yuran had lost all his usual laziness as he scooped up Mo Xuetong's slender figure. His long phoenix-eyes were narrowed coldly, revealing the sharpness and threat in them. He was not at all the easy-going and lazy person he appeared to be usually. He yelled coldly, "Move faster and