Chapter 557 Princess, Save Me

Mo Jinchuan nodded his chin slightly, expressionless, and said, "It's only natural for a father to teach his daughter."

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Baozhu, who was sitting on the ground, burst into tears.

She cried and said, "It's all that bitch Song Yanxi's fault. She's the one who caused it..."

Song Huai'en's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted coldly, "You evil creature, shut up!"

He smiled at Mo Jinchuan and said respectfully, "Your Highness is right. I will take this rebellious girl who has brought disgrace upon our family back home and deal with her properly."

Song Baozhu burst into tears and quickly cast a look of help to Mo Yingxue, whispering: "Princess, save me."

Facing her tearful eyes, Mo Yingxue bit his lower lip lightly, clearly softening his heart.

But when she thought of what Song Yanxi had said to her before she came here, she hardened her heart and said, "Fifth Brother is right. I really shouldn't interfere in other people's family affairs without permission."

When these words were spoken, both the father and daughter were dumbfounded.

Given Princess Jiarou's nature, shouldn't she be persuading Prince Jin to speak up and say a few fair words?

No, she shouldn't have reacted like this.

Song Huai'en was extremely anxious, but he pretended to be pleased on the surface and thanked her, "My daughter caused such a scandal in the residence of Her Royal Highness the Princess today. It is really my fault for not disciplining her properly. I am sorry to have caused such a humiliation to Your Highnesses."

Mo Jinchuan: "Since you know you're making people laugh, why don't you just get out of here?"

Mo Yingxue: "..."

Her fifth brother's mouth was still as harsh as ever.

But why was she not angry after listening to it, but instead felt a sense of comfort all over her body?

It can't be that Fifth Brother wasn't scolding her today.

Mo Yingxue quickly shook her head, putting all the bad memories from the past behind her.

Song Huai'en was stunned when he heard this, and obviously suspected that he was hallucinating.

The person standing before him at this moment was the hero of Da'an, His Royal Highness Prince Jin.

With his status, how could he say such harsh words?

It must be an auditory hallucination.

Looking at Song Huai'en's face that was forcing a smile, Mo Jinchuan asked coldly, "Why, not only are the Yongchuan Marquis' eyes not working well, but his ears are also useless?"

When Song Huai'en heard this, the smile on his face froze instantly.

When did his eyes stop working?

Suddenly, he realized that Mo Jinchuan was implicitly mocking him, saying that he looked down on others. A surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

What a great King Jin! He is so arrogant.

He is his future father-in-law after all, so is this how he speaks to his elders?

Song Huai'en clenched his teeth, his eyes almost red.

After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, "Your Highness Prince Jin, if you have anything to say, please speak frankly."

Mo Jinchuan curled his thin lips and asked coldly, "What else does Yongchuan Hou want to hear?"

Listening to his tone, Song Huai'en twitched his toes, knowing that he would not have anything good to say next.

He took a deep breath and asked with a serious face, "Yan Xi is my legitimate daughter, and I have high hopes for her.

I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Jin is interested in marrying my daughter. Is this true or not?"

Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan to speak, he continued, "Although Yan Xi has been raised by her grandfather since she was a child, she has a very close relationship with me as her father."

When he said this, even he himself felt it was far-fetched.

A person who lives outside all year round and only returns to the marquis's mansion once a year can never be considered close no matter how close the relationship is.

Not to mention, he has disliked his daughter since she was a child, let alone any feelings for her.

"Close?" Mo Jinchuan's face suddenly darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "I didn't know that two people who live in the capital and only see each other once a year can be called close."

He didn't even want to hear the word "father", for fear of insulting the title that was endowed with a sacred halo.

Someone like Song Huai'en is not worthy of being a father.

Mo Yingxue exclaimed, "I only see him once a year. Is the Yongchuan Marquis imprisoned?"

Mo Jinchuan smiled coldly and said sarcastically, "Yes, he was locked up by his beautiful concubine."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yingxue's surprised expression instantly turned into contempt.

Thinking of the rumors she had heard before, she couldn't help but sneer and said, "I didn't expect that Yongchuan Hou is such a capable person.

"My father has three palaces and six courtyards, and countless concubines, but I've never seen a beauty so captivating that he can't even take care of his own wife and daughter."

She looked at Song Baozhu, who was so frightened that she forgot to cry, and asked with a smile: "Miss Song, is your mother as beautiful as a fairy and full of charm?"

It was clearly the same words, but when they came out of her mouth, Song Baozhu felt it was full of irony.

No matter how you listen to it, it doesn't sound like a good thing.

But Mo Yingxue is a princess, so she has to reply to her words.

Song Baozhu bit her lower lip lightly, and with both hands she managed to sit still. She said in a trembling voice, "Princess, my mother is indeed beautiful. Father often praises her."

"Really?" Mo Yingxue raised her eyebrows, carefully examining her features, and asked, "Do you look like your mother?"

Hearing her ask this, Song Baozhu thought she was praising her beauty, and said a little embarrassedly: "To be honest, Princess, my appearance is 70% similar to yours."

"Seven points." Mo Yingxue stretched out the last word and said with a sigh, "It's because they look seven points similar that you look like this. Your mother is just like this. I thought she was some peerless beauty."

Suddenly remembering something, she turned to Mo Jinchuan and asked, "Fifth brother, I remember Fifth Sister-in-law's mother was the most beautiful woman in the capital?"

As she spoke, she asked, "How does she compare to Miss Song's mother?"

Mo Jinchuan's eyes were indifferent, "The difference is like heaven and earth."

Mo Yingxue suddenly laughed as she listened. "Fifth Brother, look at me. What a foolish question you're asking. Just looking at Fifth Sister-in-law's appearance, even ten Miss Songs can't compare to her."

Hearing this, Song Baozhu's face flushed red, and she retorted in a muffled voice: "Song Yanxi is pretty, but not ten times as pretty as me."

She wanted to say something more, but Song Huai'en stopped her with a look.

After living for so many years, if he still can't see that he has been fooled by this brother and sister, then he has really lived in vain.

After all, he is the Marquis of Da'an. Although he has no real power, he still has the title.

They dare to tease him like this, aren’t they afraid of being impeached by the Censorate?

Song Huai'en grew angrier as he thought about it. He asked in a cold voice, "Your Highnesses, you are teasing the senior officials of the court like this. Aren't you afraid that it will get out and dishearten the civil and military officials?"

Mo Jinchuan: "Old minister?"

Thinking that he was mocking him for relying on his family's protection and the fact that the hereditary title he obtained was worthless, Song Huai'en's face turned pale and blue.

He was about to argue when he caught a glimpse of the corner of clothes at the door and his eyebrows suddenly jumped.

That rebellious girl didn't leave?

Thinking about the day when the father and daughter confronted each other, and how he, as a father, was completely unable to withstand the other party's momentum, Song Huai'en felt angry and hateful for a moment.

If he had known this would happen, he should have listened to Lian Niang and strangled her to death in her cradle, and then replaced her with their precious pearl to raise by Yan Qing.

Perhaps under her guidance, Baozhu might grow up to be even better than she is now.

Noticing his hateful gaze, Mo Jinchuan asked with a cold expression, "Marquis Yongchuan may have forgotten the imperial edict that the old marquis requested from our father a few years ago."

Song Huai'en was startled and asked, "What is the order?"