"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
Who would be in the mood to embroider wedding robes? He Yuxiu threw the threads and wedding robes onto the ground and said angrily, "Pick, pick, pick. What do you want me to pick? He's a terrible person, what's there to pick!" "Oh, Second Sister, what's the matter? Who doesn't want to pick? Did the maids cause trouble and make you angry? I will tell Father and have him punish them." A mirthful voice could be heard from the door. He Yufen, who was dressed in a flower-patterned dress entered with a bright smile. He Yuxiu's face paled with anger when she saw He Yufen entering. He Yufen seemed not to notice He Yuxiu's hateful gaze. She entered with a smile and picked up the wedding robe from the floor. Then, she put it against the light from the entrance and praised, "Second Sister, you've got great taste. The style that you chose is much better than mine. No wonder you are getting married first. I, as your elder sister, really can't compare to
"My Lady, are you really going to Puguang Temple?" Mo Yu asked with concern having realized that something was amiss. "I am, of course I am. How will I find out who is plotting against me if I don't go? What is King Yan planning? Is he trying to deal with His Highness through me?" Mo Xuetong picked up the teacup by her hand. Her voice was soft and she sounded as if she was talking to herself. The smile on her lips grew cold. There was something she was very sure of. No matter who the man was, he definitely had something to do with King Yan. King Yan's Manor was locked up and there were only that many people who can enter King Yan's Manor. Mo Xueqiong was locked up inside of it and she could not see anyone she wanted. The only people she could see were those King Yan trusted. As such, Mo Xuetong already had a vague idea of who the man was. He was so stubborn he was getting irritating. She really did not understand what she did t
Even Feng Yulei, who was standing by the large horse carriage smiled. He watched Mo Xueqiong with some interest. When he realized that it was Mo Xueqiong, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes. He pretended not to see the pleading look in her eyes and helped You Yue'e onto the luxurious horse carriage in front before following her in. He did not take a second look at Mo Xueqiong. This was the man Mo Xueqiong had loved. She had done everything to hurt Mo Xuetong and betrayed her father for this man. But in the end, the man hated her and felt disgusted by her. Mo Xueqiong's blood ran cold. If Mo Jiao had not reached out for her, she would not have been able to continue standing. She could hear the peals of mocking laughter around her and she turned around. None of the faces around her were kind. They were filled with disdain, scorn, and disgust. Their emotions almost destroyed her mental state. She reached out with shaking hands and seemed as if she wanted