"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
Yu Mingyong saw that Mo Xuemin was weeping quietly. He figured that she must be the noble lady of a man who was at least a third-grade official. Meanwhile, his only backing was his elder sister, a consort who had the favor of the Emperor. It would be best if he did not offend anyone. Right now, there were beautiful women everywhere. It would be unwise to fight with a woman. As such, he would let her off the hook. Since he was not the one who had been injured and had not lost in their verbal spar, he needed to appear to be more gracious. However, if his opponent were Li Youmo, it would be different! Li Youmo was his biggest nemesis. One could say that the slightest provocation by Li Youmo would spur Yu Mingyong into action. Li Youmo was treating the woman differently. He was helping her! This was a threat in Yu Mingyong's mind.. At first, he was going to let the matter go and accept having lost the verbal spar. Now, however, his cleared this
When Mo Xuemin heard Yu Mingyong mentioning Mo Xuetong without being prompted, a flash of viciousness appeared in her eyes. Good. The person in front of her was a scumbag. If she dragged Mo Xuetong in, Yu Mingyong might even just insist that Mo Xuetong was the one he was meeting. After all, she was beautiful and which man could resist her? Furthermore, Mo Xuemin had already laid the groundwork for him. If Yu Mingyong insisted that Mo Xuetong was the one who invited him to meet secretly, then she would be able to walk out of this scot-free. Mo Xuetong would not be able to live with her head held up high after this. Mo Xuemin was pleased and her expression grew even more delicate. "Young Master Yu, my third sister is a noble young lady. Is she someone you can meet when you want to? Furthermore, my third sister did not know that you would be here when she asked me to meet here. How could she be trying to frame us?" Mo Xuemin looked up tearfully and tried to
"All right, all right. We all have had enough of the show and should put an end to it. We're not supposed to bother their romance. Brother Mingyong should also let it go after such grievance and I'll treat you after we leave the imperial palace. Would you like to go to Hundred Flowers Complex?" Li Youmo laughed towards Yu Mingyong in a ruffian's way and put the fan behind. Then he just dragged Yu Mingyong away from Sima Lingyun with much strength and tried to stop the fight smilingly. Hearing his words, all the sirs and misses around ironically looked at Sima Lingyun who was knocked down onto the ground and Mo Xuemin who stood unsteadily by the side. They all thought it was farce indeed and that the first young miss Mo was so misbehaved and knew nothing about the rules in the boudoir. She dared to have a secret date in the imperial palace and framed her own younger sister when she got caught, which was so lascivious and vicious. Who would dare to marry su
"And the thing with the note?" Li Youmo revealed a cold smild secretly and pretended he couldn't understand it. His face was filled with confusion as if he didn't expose others' secret. "That is also a mistake for sure. Maybe His Excellency Sima drunk too much and was tricked by someone when we were guessing the riddles. Someone wrote the note and put it in his clothes. However, it was somehow left here, and made first young miss Mo think it belonged to Third Young Miss Mo." Bai Yihao appeared from the crowds in a loose robe and wide sleeves. Though he was simply dressed in normal white clothes, he looked so handsome like the jade and the moon. His beautiful eyes were gentle like jade and his voice was so pure. When he stood there smilingly, he caught everyone's attention instantly. His eyes were bright as water with the beauty of the moon. Though he was standing near, he seemed so far away. He slightly glanced at Mo Xuemin, which made other
"Bai Ling, how is Aunt feeling? Father has locked me up and I had to sneak around to visit my Aunt. It is inconvenient to enter the palace and it was difficult for me to enter the palace openly. So I had to take this opportunity to visit her. When have I ever broken my promises to her?" Feng Yuran said to Bai Ling as he walked forward carelessly. He glanced at Mo Xuetong through the corners of his eyes, behaving rather flamboyantly. "Princess Royal is almost recovered. She was worried that Your Highness might feel bored being locked up and that you would anger the Emperor by misbehaving. She even told the maids to send someone to tell King Xuan to behave last night. But then she thought that it was not actually Your Highness who was misbehaving but that she was worried about you." Bai Ling walked on slightly in front of Feng Yuran's left while lifting her skirts slightly, leading the way. They reached the doors. Bai Ling smiled and pushed the door open an
Mo Xuetong massaged the Princess' back lightly. From where she was standing, she could see the flash of anger on Feng Yuxuan's face. The elegant and calm Prince was not as elegant as he was said to be after all. He was angered by Feng Yuran's repeated mention of the Ding General Manor. She glanced at the man who did not seem at all to notice that Feng Yuxuan was angry. He was lying lazily on his seat, but it did not hinder his good looks at all. His figure was long and slender and his eyes were charming. They shone under the light. They were deep and shone playfully as he lifted his long brows. How could a charming youth be stupid? Mo Xuetong, who had interacted with Feng Yuran all this while would not believe that his actions were unintentional. She rolled her eyes subconsciously. However, he turned around lazily and looked at her charmingly. Mo Xuetong did not know if she had seen wrongly, but there was a hint of unhappiness in his deep, dark, and extre