"What does Lan-meimei want me to do?" Laren looked at her seriously, his brows furrowed tightly.
"How to do it? Do I need to tell you? You should tell my father how you would get married. Don't tell me you're planning to continue living with my brother without any clear explanation?" Mo Lan looked at him and spoke bluntly.
"Don't worry, I will never wrong Feng Yu'an. I'm fine with whatever you do. Our tribe outside the Great Wall doesn't have strict requirements for marrying male wives. But this matter must be approved by Feng Yu."
Karen said, looking at Hua Fengyu not far away with a particularly serious expression, "Although Fengyu Anda looks gentle and weak, he is very stubborn. I have mentioned it several times, but he has denied it every time."
Mo Lan knew a little about Hua Fengyu's temperament. To put it bluntly, he was obsessed with saving face and suffered for it.
In the past two days, she had observed that the boy's eyes were clearly filled with Karen's image. Even his usual melancholy expression had disappeared, and the corners of his lips were turned up. However, occasionally, there was still a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
Mo Lan didn't need to guess the source of that melancholy; she knew it was because she wanted to break free from worldly constraints, yet was bound by them, unable to see the light for the moment.
"There's no rush. Take your time. You need patience to win the heart of your beloved."
"Haha... Sister Lan is right, I'll take your advice." Karen said, then spurred her horse forward and rode alongside Hua Fengyu.
Karen and her group saw them off by the stream until they entered the forest.
As soon as she returned to the mountain stronghold, Mo Lan received a message by carrier pigeon. After opening it, her expression immediately changed.
"Quickly tell Tingyu to prepare; we're heading to Liangjing immediately."
"Boss, what's wrong?" Han Shuang had just returned from paying respects to her parents.
"Qin Su has been poisoned."
Mo Lan looked worried, unsure of the severity of the situation. She had just brought Ting Yu over when Qin Su was poisoned; what a coincidence!
"Poisoned? How could that be? The Crown Prince of Qin was just attending a palace banquet. Besides, he knows that the King is very wary of him. Given that both sides are on guard, how could he be poisoned so easily? Is there some hidden reason behind this?"
Han Shuang thought for a moment, and seeing that her boss was a little anxious, she couldn't help but remind him.
Mo Lan thought about it and agreed that it made sense. Qin Su was such a vigilant person that it was impossible for him to be completely unprepared. Knowing that there was danger, how could he not take precautions?
Maybe there's a trap involved?
Just as she was about to say something, she heard a series of hurried footsteps; the sound arrived before the people did.
"Miss Mo Lan, I heard that Master has been poisoned. Is that true?"
"Don't worry, that's what the letter says. I've already had people prepare to set off." Mo Lan handed him the letter and poured him a cup of tea.
Tingyu took the mailbox and read it herself. She didn't know what she thought of, but she immediately jumped up in anger.
"Those restless bastards, while I was away, actually tried to harm the young master. When I return to Liangjing, I'll poison them all to death."
As he spoke, he immediately looked at Mo Lan and said, "Let's go, let's set off now, so we can have more time to develop the antidote pill."
Mo Lan walked to his side and patted Ting Yu on the shoulder.
"Don't be impulsive, calm down first. Your young master isn't stupid. He might be setting a trap for someone else. You've given him plenty of emergency antidotes before, so even if he's poisoned, they can alleviate the symptoms. You can't lose your composure."
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