"Do you remember what Shangguan Qi said during our battle at Cloud Mist Ridge?"
Mo Shisheng stepped out of Ming Beiya's embrace, took his hand, and led him to sit down slowly on the edge of the bed.
Seeing that Ming Beiya did not answer, Mo Shisheng knew that he probably did not remember. So she said softly, "She said I was a bastard, including that time in the study, when Shangguan Murou almost revealed my true identity."
"They belong to a collateral branch of the family, so it's normal for them to spread rumors about your background."
Ming Beiya frowned slightly, seemingly disliking the word "bastard," with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
"Shhh."
She reached out and gently placed her hand on the man's thin lips. "Listen to my analysis first, don't rush to deny my guess."
"Um."
Ming Beiya nodded slightly, stretched out his long arm, picked up the girl and placed her on his lap, gently kneading her soft, boneless hand with his large palm.
"Actually, Shangguan Murou and Shangguan Qi have no need to spread rumors about my identity. Perhaps I am not really a descendant of the Shangguan family. I'm just wondering, if I'm really not a child of the Shangguan family, why is my grandfather so good to me?"
Mo Shisheng lowered her eyes and looked at the man's long, beautiful fingers intertwined with her own. The man's palm was dry and warm, a very comfortable temperature.
"We need to investigate your background."
The man's thin, rosy lips gently kissed the corner of the girl's eye with tenderness, his tone extremely gentle.
"No need, I think we're not far from the truth."
Mo Shisheng gently shook her head, tilted her head slightly, reached out a hand to hook the man's neck, pulled him closer to her, and then offered her soft red lips to kiss the man's lips.
She gently extended her tongue, meticulously tracing the shape of the man's lips, her peach blossom eyes carrying a hint of haziness, as if they held a pool of spring water.
Ming Beiya sighed softly, turning the tables and taking the initiative. He gripped the girl's fair and delicate chin with his slender hand, deepening the kiss.
...
Since entrusting the matter of the arranged marriage to Ming Beiya, Mo Shisheng no longer had any worries.
However, today is the Empress's birthday, and for this reason, all the noble ladies have to rush to the palace for a banquet.
Mo Shisheng was no exception. At this moment, she was sitting in the carriage, lifting the curtain to look at the slowly flowing scenery outside, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"Sister, today is the Empress's birthday. Have you prepared a gift?" Jiang Yao asked, sitting in the carriage with her hands supporting her face.
No cherry blossoms
Mo Shisheng answered honestly, and Jiang Yao's lips twitched slightly. "Sister! This is a trip to the palace to celebrate the Empress's birthday, and you haven't even prepared a gift!"
"Do you think the Empress made such a grand show just for her own birthday banquet?" Mo Shisheng glanced at Jiang Yao indifferently.
Isn't that so?
Jiang Yao blinked blankly, her eyes filled with doubt.
Mo Shisheng chuckled but did not answer, leaning back lightly on the cushion, her posture casual and languid.
However, Jiang Yao was the kind of person who wouldn't give up until she got to the bottom of things. Seeing Mo Shisheng's mysterious attitude, she became even more curious. She got up, squatted down next to Mo Shisheng, and reached out to massage Mo Shisheng's legs. "Sister, please have mercy and tell me what it means."
Glancing at the spineless Jiang Yao, Mo Shisheng turned her gaze to Jiang Ge and said calmly, "Ask Ge, she knows."
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