The conversation with Shopkeeper Xing left no clue. His natural explanation was flawless. Even if Mo Xuetong mentioned that man in black consciously or unconsciously, Shopkeeper Xing did not show any look of surprise or suspect, but just said with a smile that the man was just a passerby and bargained with him for a few items.
No crack could be found!
It showed that either there was no secret trick indeed, or Shopkeeper Xing was a crafty old scoundrel. Mo Xuetong preferred the latter possibility.
After having some casual talks with Shopkeeper Xing and looking around the shop, Mo Xuetong took more new embroidery in the shop and led He Xia out of the shop.
The carriage stopped outside. Mo Xuetong pondered, as she raised her leg to the carriage. A voice rang suddenly. "Is that Princess Anping?"
"You are..." Mo Xuetong looked up at the clean servant.
"My master is in the teahouse in front. He invites Pri
At the back garden of Princess Royal. Bai Yihao came here to say goodbye to Princess Royal. As the aunt of Bai Yihao, it's normal for Princess Royal to talk intimately and personally to him, and hence she ushered all her servants out, with only Princess Royal's nanny, Nanny Qin, guarding the door. The conversation inside made Nanny Qin shudder in fear. That was nothing like the intimate conversation between an aunt and her nephew, it's clearly... The voices in the inner hall were not loud, with a certain kind of gracefulness and composure even though they were talking about a topic that devastated others. Nanny Qin suppressed the chill in her heart and stood further away, cautiously monitoring situations outside the room. She was afraid that someone could be eavesdropping and use the information to hurt Princess Royal. "Aunt, did you forget the hatred we had before? Did you forget your parents, who sent you into the imperial fa
Wangjiang Tower was situated next to the river, the front of the tower faced the river. Sitting on the tower and looking across the river, one could see vast distances ahead and vague figures of gulls and herons flying across the horizon, disturbing the calm water at times. At the side of the rivers, willow trees lined up and their long branches swayed in the wind gently as the wind caressed them. Feng Yuran was wearing a flamboyant purple coat, with extremely extravagant datura flowers embroidered on his neckline. He stood on the tower, his hand behind his back as he looked at the beautiful view upon him. However, his eyes were merely blankly staring ahead, obviously not enjoying the view. "King Xuan, you came so early. But I was late. Forgive me." Behind him, a calm voice appeared with a gentle smile. Without looking, he knew it was Bai Yihao. Feng Yuran turned around and walked to the table beside. He held up the kettle and poured two cup
Mo Manor, Qingwei Garden. Mo Ye was already back, reporting to Mo Xuetong with guilt. "Miss, I lost track of the man." How did Mo Ye lose the man? Mo Xuetong placed down the embroidery he was holding and touched her swollen head, a little lost. "Miss, please rest for a while. King Xuan's manor had sent someone over to inform us that we need not prepare anything due to the tight schedule. The King had prepared everything, including the embroidered dress, and he will come at a prosperous timing to send them over." Mo Lan placed down the embroidery she was holding and took over Mo Xuetong's. She placed it aside and stood behind her, helping her massage her forehead as she comforted her. When the word came, Mo Lan and the rest were delighted. That did not only mean the significance that King Xuan attributed to her miss, but also the fact that King Xuan survived and woke up from the verge of death. That made the entire Mo manor joyf
Bai Yihao leaving the country did not create much news as the subsequent marriage of the three kings in one day interested the public much more, making them unable to divert their attention to the matters of other countries. Furthermore, Bai Yihao had always had a low profile, and aristocratic ladies only knew this piece of news after a few days, when they were devastated. However, the man was already gone and could only remain in the dreams of these infatuated women, making them sad. Mo Xuetong had a couple of days of peace as she did not leave the house these few days nearing her marriage, other than to greet Xu Yan. She spent the rest of her time sewing in Qingwei Garden. She wasn't preparing for a large number of clothes, but she insisted on completing this set. In her previous life, she could only barely make ends meet and learnt sewing with the servants to help in household expenses, selling those that she sewed. Hence, her embroidery work was excel
After hearing that, Old Madam put on a fiercer face as she became angrier, knocking on the ground a few times with her walking sticks, chiding with her deep voice, "Girl Tong, you'd better apologize to your second sister now. Families like us place value on respect. Don't fool around and lose your decency." Apologize? Mo Xuetong lifted up her head and sneered. Not only was she a princess, but her position as a consort after marriage would also mean that there's no need for her to apologize to a businesswoman like Mo Xueyan. Furthermore, her apology today would invoke rumors everywhere, judging from the unfriendly faces of the nannies beside her. It was merely one purpose to move the objects today, but not the main objective! Before the matter was made clear, Old Madam needed to suppress her and mess around, thinking she was still the doted on Mo Xuetong like before. Many more entered the living room then and Mo Xuetong saw a re
That was a small booklet, not enormous. However, strangely, it looked more like the book of accounts. It opened up once it fell onto the ground, with numbers and names of people shown. "What is this?" Before anyone could react, Mo Xueyan rushed forth and flipped through the booklet, reading it, "Assistant minister manor, Fu General Manor... money... money?" She seemed to be aware of something and turned away in fright, running out with the booklet in her hand towards Old Madam, who was resting in the garden. She was unable to express herself clearly, stuttering as she explained, "Grandma, grandma, it's a booklet about the silver that uncle gifted to others... what to do." She was loud enough and everyone around them heard it. Instantly, the whole garden turned silent. Old Madam was chatting casually with Xu Yan. Hearing that, she immediately stood up, "Girl Yan, don't speak nonsense!" Even though she was chiding t
Outside the garden, Mo Huawen stood there peacefully, sadness in his eyes. She was an elder that he had respected for years, one that he was willing to forget the fact that it was not his birth mother. Even though she had planned to hurt Tong'er before, he did nothing to her due to the fact that he owed her for raising him up. He merely sent her to his brother's house to prevent her from causing trouble and hurting herself. He didn't expect that everything was just a facade due to her father's threat to this woman. If not for his father's plans, he might have been long dead! Everything that he saw was merely a facade. The peaceful and kind nature of the woman was merely for she dared not provoke him! A slight cold smile on his face hid the sadness within. He had proper matters to attend to. Turning to look at You Yuecheng, he asked casually, "Why are you here, Second Young Master You?" Old Madam didn't expect Mo H
"However, now we can prove that all these items belonged to Mo Manor. How can Second Miss Mo explain this? How can Second Young Sir You explain this?" Official Qian explained. "Impossible!" "How is that possible!" Mo Xueyan and You Yuelian exclaimed at the same time. Mo Xueyan was sharp and talkative, complaining, "Sir, they are spouting nonsense! Those were obviously bought using Grandma's money." She then turned around to Mo Xuetong, in a false attempt to convince her, "Third Sister, it's useless for you to continue holding onto these objects now that your entire household is about to be beheaded. There's no point for you to get charged for another crime of trying to deceive Grandma and obtaining her properties!" Her words were extremely harsh and were proudly insidious, especially spewing such toxic words towards her uncle and cousin. The few officials all threw cold and disdainful looks at Mo Xueyan. "Second M