"My younger sister is no good and is not worthy of such praise from King Xuan. Furthermore, my younger sister is already promised to someone else. She came to accompany my mother today." Even though You Yuecheng was unhappy, he still smiled as he answered.
"Oh, she's already engaged! That's a pity. I wonder if you renege on that?" Feng Yuran did not look away because she was engaged. Instead, he smiled and turned to look at You Yuecheng carelessly.
You Yuecheng's expression changed drastically as he stuttered, lost for words. "This..."
"Eighth Brother, the reputation of noble ladies are very important. The lady of the Mingguo Manor is a famous talented lady in the capital and has a stellar reputation. Don't joke around and ruin her reputation." Feng Yuxuan smiled as he helped You Yuecheng. He made Feng Yuran's discussion of You Yue'e sound like a joke in just a few words, calming the stirring storm that had been caused by Feng Yuran.
"Third Sister, what poem have you written? Do you want to recite it for us to appreciate?" Mo Xuemin was very pleased when she saw the ladies around them were still washing their hands, and she could not help but ask with a smile. "Eldest Sister, you are joking. How would I know how to write a poem. I only know a few words, I don't even know how to put them together to make a poem. Judging by Eldest Sister's speed, I know that your poem is definitely good. You must teach me if you have time in the future, or I would embarrass you when there are such banquets again." Mo Xuetong smiled like a beautiful flower, intentionally raising her voice as she spoke respectfully. She had really not put much thought in her poem. Mo Xuemin had to be the star of the show tonight. Mo Xuemin rather liked what Mo Xuetong said and she pretended to show concern to Mo Xuetong, saying, "Third Sister, it is your fault that you don't know how to write. You have been
"What's that? Let me have a look." The attention of Feng Yulei who was sitting by the other side of Feng Yuxuan and always liked this kind of poems was caught by their beautiful sentences and got quite curious. Thus, he asked for it from Sir Qin who was sitting by the other side. Sir Qin was actually in the middle of trouble and didn't know what to do with it. He was wondering what to say next. When he heard that King Yan wanted to have a look at it, he stood up right away and handed it over to Feng Yulei obediently. Feng Yulei didn't have many concerns, taking it over and started to read, "Two butterflies on a splendid dress, red rouge was uneven. Standing alone in a colorful dress, waiting for the swallow to come back in the light rain." He put down the poem letter with a slight smile when he finished reading the poem, "It's a nice love poem which describes the loneliness of an unmarried girl. The misses waited for the swallows to come back and waited a
"Did you write the poem?" Queen picked up the poem and frowned. She didn't like such love poems, which shouldn't be from the hand of an unmarried girl from a rich and famous family. "To answer Queen's questions, it was written by me." Mo Xuemin concealed her smile and replied obediently with her head lowered. She loved the letter at first sight. She thought it was so beautiful and delightful. But she didn't expect it would win Queen's appreciation and felt quite proud. "This poem is too gloomy and sentimental for your young age. You're not supposed to be so maudlin as a young miss from a famous family." Queen said and put it on the table. Imperial Concubine Su took it over and then said to Mo Xuemin, who was speechless and aggrieved at Queen's words, "This poem is so nice that so many sirs like it. Grant her a reward!" A maid behind Imperial Concubine Su came out holding a jewelry box. It was pretty clear that there was somethi
Comparing his younger sister's future with his own, Sima Lingyun quickly decided to put his own future first. Once he was successful, he could choose a good marriage for her and have a large dowry prepared, which would be fair compensation for what he was about to do. He took the poem and looked at it for a while, then calmly placed it on the tray in the maid's hand. He didn't even glance at Sima Heyan, and replied to the empress obediently. "Although this poem is quite similar to mine, it wasn't written by me. Please do me justice." “If you didn't write it, why would your younger sister say it was yours and that First Miss Mo went to your study and stole it?" the queen said coldly as she fixed her eyes on Mo Xuemin. Mo Xuemin knelt on the ground, not daring to show any emotion."Your Majesty, may I ask my younger sister about it?" He turned to Sima Heyan. "How do you know the poem written by First Miss Mo was exactly t
There was a grand feast in the palace and all the maids had their own business. She couldn't be away for too long, or she might get herself in trouble. Mo Xuetong’s smile was pure and glamorous. It looked like she was chatting with a warm-hearted elder sister. She glanced at the maid. "Why do you think I’m Third Miss Mo? I'm Fourth Miss Mo." "You're not Third Miss Mo? It's impossible. You and First Miss Mo were the only ones who came to Mo Manor. You sat behind First Miss Mo, so you must be Third Miss Mo. Fourth Miss Mo is not here in the palace." The maid said, realizing too late that she shouldn’t have. "So the one who was sitting behind my first sister must be me!" Mo Xuetong smiled and it was all clear to her. No wonder Mo Xuemin insisted that she should sit closely in front of her today. Previously, some lady wanted to sit close to Mo Xuemin but was refused because she wanted to sit with her sister, and acted as though they had an int
"Go quickly, we won't be able to watch the show if we go late." Feng Yuran snapped his fingers, and a figure appeared in the dark. He had men in the palace as well – Feng Yuran was extraordinarily powerful. Mo Xuetong was shocked! "Relax. Come with me." Feng Yuran was in a good mood when he saw that she was not afraid. He reached out to wrap an arm around her slender waist and, before she could cry out, leaped in the air. She could hear his lazy laughter as he said, "Don't be afraid. We will be there soon. We had better find a good spot to watch the show."Mo Xuetong struggled weakly, but did not manage to wrench herself out of his grasp. They were still rising, and she didn’t dare make a sound. She wrapped her hands around his neck subconsciously and stole a glance down. The roofs of the buildings below them sped by quickly, and she hurriedly closed her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly and she bit down on them tightly. "Don't be afraid. We w
Mo Xuemin woke up bleary-eyed, holding her head. She did not know where she was and could hear the voices of people talking and yelling. An urgent sense of danger gripped her, and her mind quickly cleared. She turned around to find a man she did not know lying on the large couch behind hers, his clothes in disarray. Looking down, she saw that her clothes were equally untidy... She heaved herself into an upright position. She remembered everything. She was coming to Qingfang Pavilion with Mo Xiu earlier. They had taken a more secluded path, because it was shorter. The shortcut was much darker than the main roads, which were lit brightly. She had intended to take the main roads when she reached Qingyu Pavilion . You Yuecheng had mentioned in his letter that Qingyu Pavilion was meant for people to rest in, especially on holidays, such as today. The emperor would be at the festival as well, which meant the empress and the other consorts would go
Consort Yu had been in the palace for five or six years. While there was not much news about her in the previous years, she had won the affections of Emperor Zongwen in the past two years. The usually cold, empty Caiwei Palace became a place Emperor Zongwen frequented the most. Lady Yu quickly became Consort Yu, jumping several ranks in one go. Being an imperial consort in Great Qin was a great dividing line. Imperial consorts could continue to stay in the palace and be supported by the new emperor even after the current emperor passes. If they had any sons, they could leave with their sons and travel to their lands freely. Once one became an imperial consort, their path would be bright than that of a mere lady. Consort Yu had jumped through ten ranks in two years and was very much doted on by the emperor. However, she had not managed to have any children. She was very fond of her younger brother, though, and thought of him often. As such, young master Yu