This was no normal dispute between consorts and the proper wife since the main nanny of the house heard rumors from the tightly restricted back garden. It seemed that the Feng Yuran's King Xuan's Manor was not invulnerable even though his own Jinwei Hall did seem like to be a solid stronghold.
In dealing with these people, Mo Xuetong would not be kind and gentle for she was defeated in her previous life because of her kindness. When she let her opponents off, she was harmed in return again and again. If she used harsher methods once she entered Duke Zhenguo's manor, and beat all those who created trouble or chased all of them out, none of the following troubles would have occurred.
At that time, her maternal family was holding a high status, and no one dared to oppose her.
Hence, this was a great opportunity to punish and beat up a group of people. She had the idea long ago but was merely finding a suitable opportunity.
Even th
Feng Yuran was indeed met with an accident. He fell down from his horse and injured his leg. Even though it was fortunate that this did not make his disabled, he still had to rest for a few days at home due to his prestigious status as a prince. Furthermore, the imperial doctor stated that his leg could really be disabled if he did not rest well! The entire King Xuan's Manor was immediately on high alert as good medications and herbs were sent into the manor consistently. Even the imperial palace sent bountiful amounts of medications to King Xuan's Manor as they were afraid of any mishaps happening to the doted prince of the Emperor, for no one could take responsibility for his injury. Some were sad, some were disappointed, but others were delighted! This matter happening at this crucial junction made everyone who had been paying attention to Feng Yuran relax! He had to rest for at least three to four weeks after having injured
The Lady of Xian had always been close to the Empress Dowager. If there was anything that troubled her, she would tell the Empress Dowager. However, she did not go to the Empress Dowager whom she was close to. Instead, she was alone with a grave expression. Her niece's marriage had something to do with the Empress Dowager and she was not too pleased with that. A prince who was related to the Empress would be none other than King Ning, who caused a huge furor. The Empress Dowager wanted the Lady of Xian's niece to marry Feng Yuzhen? Mo Xuetong was worried. This was not a suitable marriage. Given the Empress Dowager's expertise in plotting, this should not have happened. No matter whether it was in status or position, it was not a suitable match. Lady of Xian's family did not have a high position in court. At most, the young lady was just a daughter of a fourth or fifth-grade official. At the most, a title like that would make her a second con
"That's not up to you!" Feng Yuran smiled and then stood up suddenly. Mo Xuetong did not have the time to react before he swept her into his arms. He brought her to the couch and sat down with her in his arms. He pointed at the bowl of medicine on the table with a charming smile and said, "Tong'er, do you intend to drink it yourself or do you want me to help you?" "Help?" Mo Xuetong pouted, feeling extremely melancholic! He thought that pinching someone's nose was considered helping. However, when she saw the determination in his eyes, she knew that she had to drink the medicine. He allowed her many concessions but insisted that she take the medicine. She picked up the bowl helplessly and looked at Feng Yuran bitterly. Then, she blinked her large eyes at him, looking wronged, and asked, "Do I really have to drink it?" "Yes, hurry up!" Feng Yuran's long eyes seemed to glimmer. He looked at her with a vague smile on his red lips.
The wedding ceremony was happening. The handsome and noble groom brought the happy bride into the bridal chamber. He removed her bridal veil. The bride, who was dressed in splendid clothing, was beautiful. She sat on the bed shyly, her face flaming red. She glanced at the handsome Feng Yuzhen and then was so shy she did not look up again. This was also the first time that Mo Xuetong had truly faced Feng Yuzhen. The princes of the Feng family were all rather handsome. Other than Feng Yuran, who was extremely handsome and charming like the devil himself, Feng Yuxuan was gentle and elegant. Feng Yulei was handsome and sophisticated while Feng Yuzhen was handsome and pure. He was a pure gentleman. His eyes were real and truthful and he seemed dependable. His actions were friendly and solid and it gave others a good impression. Mo Xuetong stood by the side holding on to Mo Ye as she watched Feng Yuzhen carefully. It wa
Many people came to the wedding of King Ning's since it was important to the Empress Dowager. Even though the Empress Dowager and the Empress did not turn up personally, they sent Consort Yu over with their gifts. Mo Xuetong had come early and had intended to just hang around for a while before leaving. After all, she could use Feng Yuran's injury and her having to care for him as an excuse to leave. Someone would let her know what kind of trouble happened in King Ning's Manor in the end. She really did not wish to be involved in it lest someone grow suspicious. It was difficult for her to be active outside since Feng Yuran was still "injured". Yet, she did not manage to leave just because she wanted to! Mo Xuetong had not reached the entrance before someone yelled shrilly, "Consort Yu is here!" Consort Yu's arrival represented the palace's arrival. No one would be able to leave before Consort Yu did! Consort Yu h
"My Lady, you are an imperial concubine and you manage matters within the palace. I heard that the Emperor values the child in your belly a lot. If you tire yourself out minding so many things, you might incur the Emperor's wrath." Mo Xuetong seemed not to notice the fury on Consort Yu's face. There was a calm and leisure smile on the corners of her lips. Coupled with her lively eyes, she seemed concerned for Consort Yu. However, there was a hint of contempt in her eyes that could not be hidden. "You dare!" Consort Yu yelled angrily and covered her stomach subconsciously. "I am King Xuan's consort. The child in your stomach has nothing to do with me. If you are not careful and push the blame on me, that's not right either. No matter how great you are, you are just a concubine of the Emperor. I heard that King Xuan had once kicked a favored imperial consort from the prayer platform." Mo Xuetong smiled. Her gaze landed on Consort Yu's face. They shone brigh
Some unmarried ladies and girls were all in the bridal chamber, watching the new bride boisterously. And seeing Princess Royal and Mo Xuetong coming, they hurried to stand up and greeted them respectfully. "Consort King Xuan, didn't you go to see Consort Yu? Why can you come here so fast? You Yue'e took a glance at Mo Xuetong, since she was never agreeable with Mo Xuetong and found any chance to make Mo Xuetong uncomfortable. Mo Xuetong did not understand why You Yue'e still detested her so much as You Yue'e had been imprisoned with King Yan. What You Yue'e meant was that Mo Xuetong was driven out by Consort Yu. Mo Xuetong just overlooked You Yuecheng's frame-up again and again. However, You Yue'e always made a fuss about Mo Xuetong. Did she think Mo Xuetong was the one she could bully? Mo Xuetong sneered inwardly and said indifferently, "Consort Yu knew that the King is injured, and there is no capable second consort in the Ma
Wang Xiuxiu was very angry, clenched her fist, and almost screamed out. Her beautiful face turned livid and twisted, her forehead vein bulging. Her horrible look of gritting her teeth and glaring with vicious eyes made the maidservant kneeling down on the ground shiver. "You said he wouldn't come?" Wang Xiuxiu gritted her teeth and asked, stressing word by word. She only felt a smell of blood welled up to her throat. Her forehead was sweating, and her abdomen dwelled. Twinges of pains struck her. But for a strong spirit supporting her, she would have fallen to the ground. "King Ning said he was very busy and had no time to see Your Highness. When the little new master is born, he will figure out a means to get the little master out." The maidservant answered in a trembling voice, the beads on her forehead rolling down. The whole air seemed to be frozen by ice, and even the breathing became heavy and cold. "No time