The night market at the Lantern Festival was fun. Just after dinner, the market was brightly lit. The bright lights shone on the surface of the lake, which made the lights even brighter. With all the lights, the sky seemed sparkling. On the streets, many young men and women walked in pairs. At the Lantern Festival, the manners between a man and a woman weren't so strict anymore.
From time to time, the street would witness a couple walking by hand in hand, which added a more romantic feeling to the chilly night.
Mo Xuetong was now in charge of the food and drink in the manor. Now, she was holding one half of the token slip and leading a few maidservants out of the door.
Mo Huawen had earlier sent some bracelets and waist pendants, but he didn't show up in person. After that kind of thing happened, both of them didn't know how to face each other. Therefore, even after a whole day, they still didn't meet.
Mo Xuetong's carriage was
Suddenly, a few people, who had been standing outside the group, elbowed to the front. They looked like thugs in their 20s. Clearly, they bore no good intentions and then surrounded her. "You look so pretty. Why are you alone? Have you got company? Why don't you let us keep you company?" "You must feel lonely while you're walking alone. I see that you don't have anyone by your side. Your face is really pretty, even a top courtesan in the Flower-Blooming Hall can't compare." "That's right. I thought Xiao Yanyan in the Flower-Blooming Hall is the prettiest girl. Now, she doesn't seem to deserve to be your servant. Young lady, don't be afraid, come to my home. I'll feed you with good food and drinks." Did Wang Xiuxiu arrange these people? Mo Xuetong was thinking of numerous possibilities in her head. These people were obviously just thugs, who Wang Xiuxiu couldn't have contacted. Moreover, Wang Xiuxiu couldn't have thought about l
Mo Xuetong slightly knitted her brows. "Who is he?" In her memory, the Empress Dowager didn't seem to have such a man worthy of that much of effort. She even killed her royal descendants for him. One and another names popped into her mind, he was... A familiar voice rang below, slightly quivering with excitement. "Brother Zhen, you're finally back." Mo Xuetong's body wavered, which instantly made her come to her senses. She gently pushed Feng Yuran, but only saw his bright eyes shining, like the stars in the sky. He drew his slender fingers to his lips to shush her. She immediately understood him, leaned on the rooftop, and looked through the place where he lifted a tile. As expected, they were Wang Xiuxiu and a man Mo Xuetong had never seen before. Though clad in normal brocade clothes, the man looked tall and handsome. Wang Xiuxiu wanted to secretly meet someone so she used Mo Xuetong to attract people's attention? However, w
He was King Ning, Feng Yuzhen, who was said to be untalented and useless and had been sent to the Yan Kingdom as a royal hostage. Mo Xuetong was one hundred percent positive about that and then knitted her brows. In her last life, King Ning, Feng Yuzhen really even didn't return to the Qin Kingdom and directly died in the Yan Kingdom. When Bai Yihao led his soldiers, this King Ning was affected and died in the battle even without putting up a fight. In Mo Xuetong's eye, Mo Xuetong always found King Ning, Feng Yuzhen, the most innocent person. The Yan Kingdom sent the crown prince as the royal hostage, thus the Qin Kindom at least should send a prince. Who knew that they sent none of Emperor Zongwen's sons but King Ning, Feng Yuzhen? However, if one thought about it carefully, he would found it make sense to send King Ning. He was the Empress Dowager's legal grandson and succeeded his father's position as the new King Ning. His
Outside, columns of fire and smoke rose into the sky followed by intense screams. The screams were so loud as if it were right by her ear. Mo Xuetong's vision cleared slightly and she lowered her head and tried to push Feng Yuran away forcefully. She bit her lips, not knowing how to face the situation. "Why are you so shy? We are about to be engaged anyway. What are you afraid of!" Feng Yuran lifted his brows and smiled at her charmingly while looking at the top of her head. "Your Highness!" Mo Xuetong flushed and almost bit her tongue. When did they become engaged? Nothing was set in stone yet but it sounded so natural coming from him. Anger filled her eyes. She had wanted to make small talk at first but could not say anything now. "Alright alright, it was my fault. Let me show you something good." Feng Yuran smiled charmingly and turned his body away to lead her. He pointed at a curtain that separated where they were from the inner chamber
"Since you haven't, then what were you doing there? I heard that some of the courtyards in that alley are occupied by beautiful women." Feng Yuran's light voice could be heard from behind the curtain. Ling Fengyan could vaguely make out the figure of a woman inside as well. Feng Yuran was leaning onto the woman. Ling Fengyan could tell that the woman was extremely beautiful even from just her silhouette. "Your Highness." Ling Fengyan stood up with tears in her eyes. She took out her handkerchief and tried to dry her tears. She continued before she even wiped her eyes, evidence of how sad she was, "Your Highness, I just wanted to pass through from there to get to the other side to see the fireworks. I didn't expect someone to come after me and try to kill me. If not for your help. I fear I would have already..." Then, she curtsied deeply and wiped her tears away in a frightened manner. Any man who did not have a heart of stone w
Mo Xuetong fell silent. She immediately understood what Feng Yuran meant. Ling Fengyan was an important chess piece in the Empress' hands. She was incredibly useful no matter whether she married King Yan or King Chu. However, no matter who she wanted to marry, Ling Fengyan's reputation could not be damaged. As such, Ling Fengyan would not speak about what happened tonight. She would not say anything even to the Empress. That was because the Empress' interest was not hers. She would not allow the Empress to manipulate her. She would not be able to retaliate if the Empress had any information that could be used against her. Mo Xuetong was speechless when she understood that. He had already thought of what she had long ago. And he had set up a trap for Ling Fengyan to fall into. Even though Mo Xuetong was not sure what hew as up to exactly, she knew that this was not his only plot. Ling Fengyan was not the only one i
Mo Xuetong raised her head and stared at him blankly. Her eyes, which ought to have been a little cold, glowed. There was some misty mist in her big, inky eyes. Her long eyelashes quivered a little, and her small mouth was half-open, but she could not utter a word. She had an ineffable charm. On her attractive, pointy, oval face, her peerless beauty was dreamlike as if it were covered with a light mist. She, too, seemed to be as poor as an abandoned little animal. Feng Yuran felt that his heart had never been so soft. His eyes were as tender as water! He held her more and more tightly in his arms, as if she were the most precious treasure. It was a long time before Mo Xuetong bit her upper lip and gave him a gentle push, beckoning him to let her go. This time, however, Feng Yuran did not exert too much force. He loosened his grip after she gave him a gentle push. However, after experiencing the intense passion just now, the two
It had been announced early in the morning that Princess Royal Mingzhu would accept Mo Xuetong as her adopted daughter. Princess Royal Mingzhu had arranged the affair of entertaining guests without any explanation. Only in the morning, when the whole Princess's Manor was busy with the matter, did it spread profusely and disorderly. The number of those who knew it immediately increased like a snowball. Some envied, some despised, some mocked, and some people suspect... In Prime Minister's Manor. Wang Xiuxiu had not gone out since returning to her boudoir last night. Given the strength of Feng Yuzhen's shadow guard, to kill a physically weak woman in a boudoir was a piece of cake. Wang Xiuxiu was delighted to think of what Feng Yuzhen had promised her the night before. The two had indulged themselves in a deep passion for a long time before they had parted sweetly. Wang Xiuxiu had left cautiously by the side door, not knowing wha