Mo Xuetong went to the peony garden two days later!
Peonies were not in season and there were not any rumors that the Peony Master was in Qin. As such, there wasn't a single person at the entrance. Mo Xuetong's horse carriage entered the gates directly. Someone led the horse carriage into the courtyard and it was parked at the second gates within the courtyard.
After they got off the carriage, a maid went over to move the horse carriage away. Another maid approached. When she saw Mo Xuetong, she smiled and curtsied, saying, "Greetings, My Lady. His Highness said that you would be coming and told me especially to wait on you."
Most of the people here knew of the Peony Master. However, they did not know that the Peony Master was Feng Yuran. This must be Nanny Yang, whom Feng Yuran trusted to manage the peony garden.
Mo Xuetong smiled softly and nodded. She said, "I'll be troubling you then, Nanny Yang!"
"No, no, My
Mo Xuetong spoke with Cairong for a while and then went to walk around the garden with Nanny Yang. Mo Xuetong did not wish to publicize the matter for now. The matter would not be so simple and she had a feeling that Cairong definitely had something to do with the He family. However, Mo Xuetong could not tell if Cairong had anything to do with Consort Xian. Fortunately, she had been dealing with the He family and could find out information from them. The thing with Consort Xian could not be so simple. Perhaps this Cairong was a key to finding out about it. For now, though, she would just watch on regarding the He family and would interfere only at the right time. Anyway, given the characters of the He sisters, things would not be peaceful. As such, Mo Xuetong was not in a hurry. She would wait silently and at the best possible moment... Peonies did not bloom at this time and the flowers that had bloomed earlier were all wilting. All that was left was a ve
"Third Sister, it was really Mo Xuemin who befuddled me. She was the one who sent the handkerchief to me. That's right, and there was also Mo Xueyan. She was jealous of you and questioned why you should be able to stomp all over us. She said that the three of us would be able to make something of ourselves if we dragged you down..." The last thread had broken for Mo Xueqiong. Tears slid down her cheeks and she cried at Mo Xuetong, on the brink of breaking down. "Third Sister, it's true. The two of them befuddled me. If this wasn't the truth, may heaven strike me down with thunder and lightning and may I go to hell and never be able to be reincarnated." Her face was drenched in tears and snot and the white mask she wore stuck to her face, revealing her disfigurement. Blood-colored scars that turned black could be seen on her face. Her scars looked even more serious than when she was just freshly injured. She looked like an evil demon. Mo Lan and the others
"Third Sister, Third Sister. It's not like that. I... I... I want to leave King Yan's Manor. Please, please help me. Third Sister. Otherwise, I will die. They will torture me to death." It seemed that something occurred to Mo Xueqiong, and she shivered. She was as thin as a lath. Trembling with fear, she could not speak a simple sentence with tears pouring down. Obviously, she did live a miserable life in King Yan's Manor. "You want to leave King Yan's Manor?" Mo Xuetong frowned slightly and asked. "Yes, Third Sister. I can only survive if I leave there. Third Sister, please save me, save me. As long as you can save me from King Yan's Manor, I will spend my rest life praying to Buddha for you." Mo Xueqiong begged. "Why don't you go to Father?" "No... Father is not the King Yan's match. Only Third Sister and King Xuan can help me. His Highness, King Xuan is His Majesty's favored son. Third Sister, you have a way to help me out.
The person behind the scenes was really a master, and knew that the utter mendacity was not convincing, so he simply presented a mixture of truth and falsehood and made others hard to guess the real intention. However, it was a pity that it was a good plan, but Mo Xueqiong was not a good actress. With Mo Xueqiong's temperament, she could not do those extreme behaviors. Judging from Mo Xueqiong's current life, she would have died several times. Besides, based on Mo Xueqiong's knowledge, how could it be possible for her to devise such a plot? Just now, Mo Xuetong had pondered several times. It was a major crime to abduct the imperial second consort. If something would happen before that, Feng Yuran would be involved as well. Perhaps, King Yan would revive as a victim. In this regard, the person who tried to frame Mo Xuetong was rather calculative! Mo Xuetong didn't stay long in Mo Manor. Before the meal, King Xuan's Manor sent people there. Mo Xuetong said
On the opposite high building, Mo Xuetong picked the curtain, and fixed her clear and charming eyes intently on what was happening. She felt the sulk brought by Mo Xueqiong dispersed completely with the show, which made her cheer up and smile brightly. "Okay. You've seen enough. Just sit down. Look at you, not like King Xuan's Consort." Feng Yuran reached out his hands and pulled her back with some indulgence. Mo Xuetong touched her neck, and it was kind of stiff. But it was a good and rare show once in a century. Looking at Ling Rui'er burning with a frenzy of rage and having to give money, Mo Xuetong felt happy in her heart. Her eyes rolled smartly, and she asked cutely, "Wasn't it you that asked people to do this?" She still remembered the affair about Ling Yang before. It seemed that Feng Yuran was also involved in it. "I? How could it be? Am I the person who will do it?" Feng Yuran pulled Mo Xuetong into his arms, raised h
Feng Yuran's eyes glimmered and reached out to hold her hand. He said lovingly, "How is that considered narcissistic? Am I not someone like that? Otherwise, why would Tong'er like me?" He sounded as if he was joking but his eyes were sincere as he looked at Mo Xuetong. His gaze was heated and it made Mo Xuetong's heart beat wildly. The maids and Feng Yuran's guards were standing outside and must have heard him. He was really shameless to say something like this in broad daylight. She glanced at him, pretending to be angry. However, her pale ears blushed as she tried to wrench her hands out of his grasp to no avail. She could only look down to hide her shyness. However, she felt syrupy sweet deep down inside. She even understood that Feng Yuran picking on what Feng Yuzhen had done for another important reason. He was trying to avenge her! She immediately felt warm and contented in the heart. She could hear his lazy and charming
This was a grave matter. If Feng Yuran truly believed that Ling Rui'er's reputation was besmirched, it would not benefit the Ding General Manor at all. As such, Duke Ding was very worried too since he could not find the crux of the matter. He had been around the block and knew that the matter was not so simple. However, he did not understand who it was who wanted to deal with the Ding General Manor and King Chu's Manor. "Uncle, Father, It might just be a coincidence and the people in that shop are just bullies. Uncle, just shut the shop down and have the people in the shop change what they are saying. As long as they admit that they have intentionally slandered me, His Highness will not be angry with me." Ling Rui'er stood up straight and said hatefully. She wiped her tears away while a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes. She had her own plans. As long as those people were willing to change their statement, she would be able to save her reputation a
"Rui'er, why did you go past the gold and jade shop when you came to the Ding General Manor. I remember that you usually don't come here from that street." Feng Yuxuan recalled what he asked the driver earlier. He clapped his fan against his palm and asked the question thoughtfully. Even though the street that led past the gold and jade shop was a major road in the capital it was not necessary for Ling Rui'er to take that road to the Ding General Manor. There was a path, though smaller, that was a shorter distance to the Ding General Manor. No matter in the past for Ling Fengyan, or right now, for Ling Rui'er, they would both take that road to the Ding General Manor from the King's Manor. And the smaller path did not go by the gold and jade shop. This reminded the Ling brothers and they immediately looked at Ling Rui'er. Ling Rui'er was speechless at the attention and she sweated slightly. She thought for a moment and then imme