Chapter 479 Song Yanxi, will you marry me?
Hearing this, Mo Jinchuan's eyes darkened slightly. "Third brother's injury was sustained while hunting while shielding his father from an arrow. He has sought medical advice from many renowned doctors over the past year, but his condition has not improved."
From what he said, Song Yanxi actually hoped that Prince Ning's illness could be cured.
After all, he was not only the son of Emperor Xuande, but he was also seriously injured while saving him.
It was logical and reasonable for Emperor Xuande to not be truly at ease until his injuries were completely healed.
Before seeing the person, Song Yanxi couldn't guarantee that she would be able to cure him. She could only say: "If I can gain the trust of His Majesty, Yanxi will definitely do her best to treat him."
Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes and said quietly, "Since returning to the capital, the princess has become more polite every day."
Song Yanxi: “…”
If someone didn't know her, they would think she was the kind of person who would turn her back on others and refuse to acknowledge them.
They had just had dinner and tea together yesterday.
When had she ever been polite to him?
When this man returned to Beijing, his temper became better.
Song Yanxi took two sips of the cold tea and said, unable to bear it any longer, "Your Majesty, although General Lin and I have divorced, I am now a free man.
But there are differences between men and women. You and I, who are both unmarried, should always be careful about our behavior so as not to give others a chance to criticize us."
Mo Jinchuan looked at her, his brows furrowed tightly.
Before he could speak, Song Yanxi continued, "I know that the prince is grateful to me for healing your legs, but this is what a doctor should do.
Whether this person is a prince or someone else, I will save him."
Upon hearing this, Mo Jinchuan's brows furrowed even tighter.
Song Yanxi calmed the emotions surging in her heart and said softly, "The prince also saved my life when we were at Baitou Peak."
Mo Jinchuan's face was gloomy, and he continued, "So you want to say that we are even?"
Song Yanxi wanted to say yes, but then she heard him say in a cold voice, "Song Yanxi, think it over before you speak."
Even? With so many entanglements between them, it's hard to tell who owes whom more.
I'm afraid I'll never get justice in this life.
Mo Jinchuan curled his lips and said coldly: "You can't even explain it clearly yourself, don't say such confusing words again in the future."
He paused, his voice a little muffled: "I don't like to hear these words."
Even after returning to Beijing, he still liked to use the word "I" when he was alone.
Compared to this identity, he preferred the peaceful and reassuring days in Hemu Village.
When he returned from hunting in the mountains, there was a light left on for him in the house, and a few meals she had made herself, which were not rich but extremely heartwarming.
Instead of being as polite as if we were two strangers when talking to him now.
Facing the deep displeasure in his eyes, Song Yanxi gently reminded him, "Your Highness, this is the capital."
He shouldn't be so emotional, it's not like him.
Mo Jinchuan asked with a cold face: "So?"
Seeing her nervous expression, he lowered his voice and said with some gritted teeth, "We just returned to Beijing, and you are avoiding suspicion here.
In a few days, even if we meet face to face, we will have to pretend we have never met."
Song Yanxi lowered her eyes, "Your Highness, you are too kind."
But it's undeniable that this is a good idea.
If he marries a princess in the future, and that person is not her, it is indeed a very good idea for both of them to meet without recognizing each other.
Seeing through her inner thoughts at a glance, Mo Jinchuan gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't even think about it!"
He waited for so long and finally waited for her to successfully divorce.
She was dreaming if she wanted to distance herself from him.
Song Yanxi looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "Your Highness, why are you so angry? Anger is harmful to your health."
"Heh!" Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but sneer, "I thought you wanted to piss me off to death so you could find your ideal husband sooner."
Song Yanxi frowned, "Why would Your Majesty think so?"
Not to mention the life and death experiences they had together and their deep affection for each other.
Just based on the friendship between the Mo Yan and Mo Yan families, she also hopes that he will live a long life.
Looking at Song Yanxi's serious expression, Mo Jinchuan knew what she was thinking without having to guess.
He said with a dark face: "I will be mad at you sooner or later."
Song Yanxi wanted to explain, but he interrupted her and said, "You don't need to talk to me about those big principles. I just want a word from you."
He paused, then asked seriously, "Song Yanxi, will you marry me?"
The moment the words fell, everything around him was silent.
The chirping of birds, the buzzing of insects, and even the sound of the wind seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
Song Yanxi could only hear her own heartbeat, which gradually went from being orderly to becoming disordered.
The sound was like the beating of a drum, which made her confused.
What did he just say?
Just when Song Yanxi thought she was hallucinating, she heard Mo Jinchuan ask, "You don't want to marry me?"
She lowered her eyes, concealing her panic with her movements, and said as calmly as possible: "Your Highness, please stop making fun of me."
Mo Jinchuan lowered his voice, "This is a matter of life and death, you know I won't joke about it."
Of course Song Yanxi knew that he wouldn't.
But she knew better that Emperor Xuande had made up his mind.
When the emperor is angry, blood will spread for thousands of miles.
Now she still hasn't found out whether he was really unaware of Lin Tingfeng's frame-up of the Yan family in his previous life.
If he had already developed dissatisfaction with the Yan family, then what happened between the two of them would have given him an excuse to deal with the Yan family.
If she had to do it again, Song Yanxi wouldn't dare to take the risk of uncertainty.
Hanging over her head were the lives of more than a hundred members of the Yan family.
Seeing that her expression was not right, Mo Jinchuan asked tentatively: "What are you afraid of?"
Song Yanxi looked up and asked instead of answering, "What did His Majesty write in the decree to the prince?"
Mo Jinchuan hesitated slightly and said, "An imperial decree granting marriage."
"As expected." Song Yanxi twitched the corners of her lips and asked, "What does Your Majesty think?"
The only people worthy of Emperor Xuande's marriage granting were the princess or the concubine.
Your Majesty is magnanimous enough to use the position of a concubine to silence her.
Mo Jinchuan: "Throw it away."
Song Yanxi was startled and asked tentatively, "Throw it away?"
Even if he was dissatisfied with the content, it was an imperial edict after all. Even if he didn't set up an altar for it, he should at least keep it properly.
While worried, Song Yanxi suddenly realized something.
The prince is His Majesty's biological son and has been raised by his side since childhood. Naturally, the relationship between the two cannot be measured by that of an ordinary royal father and son.
She is meddling in other people's business...
Mo Jinchuan nodded his chin slightly, and said with a look of annoyance: "There is no need to keep things that are no longer needed."
He stared at Song Yanxi, his eyes dark as he asked, "Are you refusing to agree to my request because you don't want to be my concubine?"
"yes."
Song Yanxi said frankly: "I am jealous and cannot share my husband with others."
She had just figured this out in the past few days.
She could accept remarrying someone and even raise the children left by the other party well, but she could not accept her husband taking a new wife after marriage.
Just like Ling'er said, she was scheming against other women just for a man who might sleep in someone else's bed at any time.
Just thinking about it made her feel sick.
Looking at her expression, Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but curl his lips, "That's not what you said half a year ago."
Song Yanxi's expression was calm, "The prince also said that it was half a year ago."
She stood up, bowed to him and said, "It's getting late. I'll take my leave now."
Mo Jinchuan pulled her sleeve and asked with a smile: "Why don't you ask if I have any plans to enjoy the happiness of having two wives?"
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