"Your Excellency, if you are telling a joke, I would like to listen to. Just at the flowers-blooming moment, it is not bad to listen to a joke." Mo Xuetong smiled and said disapprovingly. She shook the fan in her hand with a look of listening to a joke. Her bright eyes curled up charming. Obviously, she was in a good mood.
"What if it is true? And your father has agreed!" You Yuecheng sneered with some anger. How could the little woman treat the marriage indifferently and describe the most important thing in life as a joke? It did make him angry, as no woman dared to neglect his presence.
"Even if my father agrees, I won't agree." Mo Xuetong smiled and picked up a peony, then continued to say, "Your Excellency, this peony is named 'Qu Rong'. It only blossoms in the spring that it likes. As for other days, it will not blossom even if the environment is made as the spring days."
She seemed to talk to You Yuecheng inadvertently, but turned over
Emperor Zongwen's edict arrived not long after Mo Xuetong returned to the manor. The edict declared that Princess Anping was demure and virtuous. The Emperor has bestowed marriage upon her and the eighth prince, King Xuan. They were to be married after a date was picked. The edict had come suddenly and it was completely unexpected by Mo Huawen even though he knew that Emperor Zongwen had the intention of letting Tong'er marry Feng Yuran. They had communicated about this in private but Mo Huawen was biased against Feng Yuran and he also felt that since Mo Xuetong was in mourning, the Emperor would not bestow a marriage so soon. However, he did not expect the edict to come so quickly, and he was flustered. "Eunuch Liu, when does His Majesty think the marriage should be held?" Mo Huawen almost could not smile and he asked lead eunuch, Eunuch Liu, worriedly. "His Majesty says that it should be as soon as possible. Sir Mo, as you kn
The Emperor excused the Mo Manor from official duties and had Princess Anping, who was still in mourning, marry the seriously ill King Xuan to bring him blessings. The wedding was on the same day as King Yan's and King Chu's, which was in a month. The betrothal gifts have started arriving, but because it was later than King Yan's and King Chu's, it was slightly hurried. However, since it was an order from Emperor Zongwen, everything that was supposed to be presented was there. Since the Empress Dowager was ill, the matters of consort selection continued quietly. It was a very low-key affair. Only a few consorts were brought into the palace. King Yan's Manor and King Chu's Manor had a few new concubines, but the consort position remained empty. After all, the two Kings had not yet had their marriages, it was not appropriate for them to take second consorts. As such, they would welcome consorts after they married. However, no new concubines entered King Xua
Emperor Zongwen had many sons, but most of them died young. The only sons who survived were the First Prince, Third Prince, and the Eighth Prince. Feng Yuran was the youngest. The following births were princesses. The first two princes were each given 50 strokes of the cane while no one knew if the third was alive or dead. Emperor Zongwen's intentions were not clear. Under such circumstances, with news of a new pregnancy after a long period of silence, many parties were quietly guessing that if Consort Yu were to have a little prince, what happened in the future might not be certain. The selection of the future heir to the throne might not be conducted amongst the three princes at all! Once news of Consort Yu's pregnancy spread, the Empress Dowager, who had been ill in Cining Palace, got up from her sickbed with difficulty and asked for the Emperor. No one knew what she said, but they knew that Emperor Zongwen immediately released Consort Yu from the Cold
Mo Xuetong cleaned up and went to Xu Yan's Yanyu House with Mo Xueqiong. They only sat for a while when they heard someone announce that First Miss and First Sir were here. Old Sir would like the two young ladies to greet them. Mo Xuetong and Mo Xueqiong left together. In the study, Sima Lingyun's expression was one of defeat and his eyes were cold. He was newly married and should be energetic and happy. However, his smile seemed forced for some reason. It did not look like it was sincere at all. He glanced at Mo Xuemin and there was a flash of disgust in his eyes. Mo Huawen saw that and his eyes darkened. "Father, I heard that you are having a slight cough. Mother told me to bring this hundred-year-old ginseng. She said that one will catch a cough and hurt the lungs easily during this season. You have to be careful." Mo Xuemin said in concern with a gentle smile on her face. She seemed not to have noticed Sima Lingyun's forced
Looking at Mo Xuemin and Mo Xueqiong posturing, Mo Xuetong's eyes flashed a cold feeling of hatred. She thought, "The two vicious sisters won't stop bullying me till my death." Mo Xuetong turned to Mo Huawen and said with a smile, "Father, since the eldest sister and the fourth youngest sisters insist on accompanying me to worship and comfort my mother in the other world, Tong'er, as a daughter, should go with them. Father, let us go together." Mo Xuetong thought, "I haven't avenged my mother's death. Although Auntie Fang was sent to that place, she hasn't died yet. And I won't allow her to die so easily. The hate is absolutely irreconcilable." "Good, good. Father, let us go with the eldest sister." Mo Xueqiong closed the door and answered before Mo Huawen spoke. She looked innocent seemingly, but a glint of cruelty and complacence flashed in her eyes, and she took a sideways look at Mo Xuetong. As it had come down to the point, Mo Huawen's
Then, screams rang. Mo Xuetong got dizzy by the violent jolt. She raised her head, seized the curtain and pulled it down heavily. Outside the carriage, the scenery quickly regressed, indicating that the horse which pulled their carriage was galloping forward crazily. The coachman had been bumped out of the carriage. That was to say, the carriage was completely out of control. "Third Youngest Sister, be careful." Mo Xuemin walked wobbly to Mo Xuetong and grabbed the carriage with one hand. The carriage was shaking so severely that the three of them were all unable to stand still but just reeled. So Mo Xuemin could not walk to Mo Xuetong at that time. The caring words in her mouth could not hide the ruthlessness in her eyes. The real intention was revealed in the end. It had come to the last moment. "Third Eldest Sister, I come to help you." Mo Xueqiong also struggled to Mo Xuetong's direction, as if to reach hands to hold her.
Mo Xuetong's figure fell down. Suddenly, a figure in white ran faster to hold Mo Xuetong who was dashing to the ground. He stretched out his hands to hold up Mo Xuetong and was about to fall to the grass on the left. However, the shaft of the carriage was broken unexpectedly. As it shook violently, the broken carriage lost its balance and leaned to the left. Then, it crashed into the man in white who just stood well. The carriage broke up instantly. The man in white did not expect the accident and was knocked back to the cliff. "Young Master, let go!" Lin Yu shouted hurriedly. Because with the Master's martial arts skills, he was able to jump up easily if he did not hold anyone else. The back of the carriage also fell off the cliff. A heavy thudding noise with the crack sounded against the rock cliff. A huge crack accompanied by Lin Yu's scream spread to the ears of Mo Xuemin and Mo Xuetong who were in the front h
Feng Yuran carried Mo Xuetong up while Bai Yihao jumped up with help from his bodyguard Lin Yu. After jumping on the cliff, Bai Yihao was seriously injured and was helped by Lin Yu to return to the carriage first. Mo Xuetong, however, didn't go away. She walked slowly to the first half of the carriage left. The door to the carriage dropped out and the carriage dropped out, slanted on the road. There were still traces of blood inside the carriage, which showed that the people inside were not unharmed too. With the high speed of the carriage, the reaction force was great and it would be impossible for the people inside to remain unharmed. "You must bring Mo Feng along next time, and be careful to not let him too far away from you. He is good at Qinggong (the skill of making one light so as to move fast and speedy). Shall I help you take care of that bitch who tried to harm you?" Following her, Feng Yuran's devilishly handsome face was cold wit