The Yun family?
A marriage proposal?
What the heck?
His face darkened: "The Yun family? Are you kidding me? They've come to beg for my wife?"
"Master Mo, this concerns a marriage alliance between our two families. Could we discuss this further inside?" As he spoke, Steward Yun Feng quickly stepped forward and glared fiercely at the guard from before.
The guard's name is Hei Yu. He is ranked third on the Yun family's guard list. He is incredibly strong, a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur), and stubborn.
I brought Kuroba along this time because of the long journey. If we encounter any danger, Kuroba can stand alone and take on a hundred men.
Yunfeng gestured to Hei Yi with his eyes, telling him to hurry inside and talk.
Hey, I have a short temper.
Hei Yi rolled his eyes. "Trying to be a matchmaker for the lady? No way!"
"Ahem... The Yun family has come from afar, please come in!" Bai Yi couldn't stand it anymore. Even if the madam didn't speak, she couldn't be so rude, could she?
Mo Qingcheng nodded, not wanting to say much in person, and gestured for her to proceed.
As the group entered the living room, before they could even settle in, a series of hurried footsteps sounded. Who else could it be but Elder Yi Xing?
"Ahem... Little... Patriarch Mo, I heard someone wants to marry you? This elder will check it out!" Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue walked in gleefully.
The other elders and clan leader arrived uninvited, took their seats one by one, and remained silent, staring intently at the Yun family members.
Young Master Yun Moshen and Eldest Miss Yun Ningxuan arrived at the Yun family. The siblings exchanged a glance, and Yun Ningxuan nodded, a slightly unnatural blush flashing across her face.
"Master Mo, the Yun family has come here today without warning... cough cough... I have long admired you, Master..." Yun Ningxuan said while observing Mo Qingcheng's reaction.
Butler Yunfeng was so anxious that blisters appeared on the corners of his mouth. "My dear young lady, I wonder how many other families are proposing marriage along the way. Can we not be so reserved?"
What does face matter?
The Yun family is having a hard time right now. The master and mistress are seriously ill and can't offer any help. If it weren't for the Mo family's prosperity, the young master wouldn't have to settle for a young woman with six children.
Why……
Mo Qingcheng sat at the head of the table, sipping her tea calmly. What kind of tricks the Yun family was up to was obvious even to a fool, so there was no need to say more.
"Sister Mo, I heard someone came to visit? Father and I came to see..." As she spoke, a white figure came into view.
When Yun Moshen saw who it was, his eyes narrowed slightly. It was her?
When Bai Yueniang saw Yun Moshen, her face immediately darkened. She helped Old Man Bai into the living room and said, "Young Master Yun, how have you been?"
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Bai Yueniang, "Godfather, why don't you rest a little longer?"
"Ahem... Qingqing, Yue'er and I were worried, so we just... came to check on you..." It won't interfere with your business... Old Man Bai was a little embarrassed, his old face turning red.
Meanwhile, Yun Moshen took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Bai Yueniang, and said, "Miss Bai, I'm sorry, it was all a misunderstanding before, it was all my fault..."
Bai Yueniang rolled her eyes: "Sister Mo, Young Master Yun has a large number of concubines. Our Mo family can't possibly be worthy of him!"
"Alright! As you wish, Yue'er..." Mo Qingcheng's face was full of doting affection; this girl seemed to have been wronged.
Yun Ningxuan's expression changed: "Patriarch Mo, there must have been a misunderstanding before. Those were all... sent by my grandfather. My brother has never touched them..."
"Oh?" Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue glanced lazily at Yun Ningxuan. "Miss Yun keeping male concubines was also your grandfather's idea?"
Yun Ningxuan: "..."
I really want to strangle this damn woman! What should I do?
Mo Qingcheng barely suppressed the urge to burst out laughing: "Beautiful Elder, could it be that you got into a romantic entanglement while disguised as a man?"
"You brat, how dare you make fun of this elder?" Mo Chuyue pretended to be angry, flicked her finger, and a drop of colorless powder landed on Yun Ningxuan's dress.
Bai Yueniang's eyes lit up immediately: "Sister Mo, will you marry me or not?"
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