For the next few hours, Yun Qingluo was restless, constantly thinking about how to dissuade Mo Beichen from this idea.
Even at the dinner party, she ate very little.
After the banquet ended, Yun Qingluo had no idea when Mo Beichen had left.
"Mo Feng, where is the Prince?" Yun Qingluo looked around but couldn't find Mo Beichen.
Mo Feng lowered his head and replied, "The Prince has been summoned by the Emperor to discuss the marriage of the Third Prince, and has ordered his subordinates to escort the Princess back to her residence."
Yun Qingluo slapped her forehead in distress. How could Achen have changed like this?
It's all that Third Prince of Tianlang Kingdom's fault. If he hadn't been smiling so smugly, Achen wouldn't have misunderstood.
As if on cue, the Third Prince's voice came from behind.
"Greetings, Princess Regent. Oh, where is the Regent?"
Yun Qingluo turned around and glared at him. The Third Prince was puzzled, but suddenly he was overjoyed. Could it be that his plan to sow discord had worked?
"Doesn't the Third Prince know? My lord has gone to find a princess for you. Sigh, my lord, as the elder of these princesses and princes of Tianmo Kingdom, is already worried sick. Now he has to plan the marriage for the Third Prince who has come from afar. He is really working hard."
Mo Feng covered his mouth and chuckled. His own prince was an elder in front of this group of princes and princesses. Now the princess was comparing the third prince of Tianlang Kingdom to the princesses and young ladies in the palace. Wasn't that just making his own prince look superior?
The princess has a sharp tongue.
The Third Prince's feigned smile almost crumbled. "The Regent's Consort is quite the joker. My marriage is naturally my own decision."
Yun Qingluo picked up the handkerchief, feigning surprise, and turned to Mo Feng, saying:
"Mo Feng, did you hear that? Hurry up and call my Prince back to the manor. He's working so hard there, but the Third Prince doesn't even notice him. Go tell the Prince to stop his work and come back to the manor to keep me company. Tell him that I, the Princess Consort, miss him."
Mo Feng suppressed the smile that was creeping onto his face and bowed his head to reply, "Yes, Your Highness, I will certainly relay this to the Prince truthfully."
He left after saying that.
Yun Qingluo didn't even glance at the Third Prince before leaving the main hall with Yun Tao and An Jiu.
When she arrived at the palace gate, she found a group of people standing in front of the Prince's carriage. Yun Qingluo thought something had happened, but when she got closer, she realized they were her family members.
Yun Qingluo stepped forward happily, "Father, Mother, Brother, why are you waiting here? Is something the matter?"
Yunmu took Yun Qingluo's hand and felt relieved when she felt that her hand was warm. "Yun Tao didn't even give your young lady an extra layer of clothing. Your mother didn't get a chance to talk to you in the main hall, so she waited for you here and wanted to see you."
"Mother, don't worry, I'm fine, hehe, did I play the tune well?" Yun Qingluo asked coquettishly.
Yun Ziyu stepped forward and said with a smile, "Luo Luo's music is so beautiful. When did you develop such profound musical skills? You even kept it a secret from your own family."
Yun Ziheng said calmly, "It's good to know how to hide your talents, but Luo Luo, our General's Mansion is not afraid of trouble, so don't let yourself be wronged."
Yun Qingluo understood the meaning behind Yun Ziheng's words, "Father, what happened?"
Yun's father asked in a deep voice with concern, "Just now in the main hall, when you solved the puzzle, I noticed that the prince's expression was not good. Luo Luo, has something happened?"
Yun Ziyu exclaimed, "Could it be that he's unhappy because Luo Luo is more capable than him?"
Yun Ziheng patted his silly younger brother's arm, "Don't talk nonsense. The prince is not the kind of person who can't tolerate others. Luo Luo, don't be afraid. Tell your older brother if you have any problems, and I will help you find a solution."
Yun Qingluo understood their intention in waiting for her, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.
They were sitting so far away from her, yet they were still constantly watching over her. She was so lucky to have such a family.
Yun Qingluo gently hugged Yunmu and smiled, "Don't worry, it's nothing. It's just that the Prince got jealous because he saw me talking too much with the Third Prince."
As she spoke, Yun Qingluo's voice trailed off, and she silently thought: "I'm sorry, A-Chen."
Several people looked at each other strangely. Was the Regent jealous?
Is this possible?
However, seeing Yun Qingluo's shy appearance, the others didn't ask too many questions and exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving.
Yun Qingluo boarded the carriage and waited for a while, but Mo Beichen did not come out.
But we did get to see Mo Feng.
Seeing that Mo Beichen was still nowhere to be seen at the palace gate, Yun Qinglu frowned and asked, "Why hasn't A-Chen come out yet?"
Mo Feng replied, "His Highness asked the Princess to return to the manor first. His Highness said that the Third Prince is a guest, and since he intends to arrange a marriage, he should be treated well. He will return in the evening, and the Princess need not wait for him."
Yun Qingluo frowned; even a fool could tell she was angry from her words.
"In that case, let's go back to the manor first," Yun Qingluo said calmly.
When Mo Beichen returned, he saw Yun Tao guarding the door of the study.
When Yun Tao saw Mo Beichen approaching, she hurriedly knelt down and said:
"Your Highness, you're finally back. The Princess Consort has been sickly ever since she returned. I wanted to fetch a doctor, but she wouldn't allow it. Please try to persuade her."
Upon hearing that Yun Qingluo was uncomfortable, Mo Beichen immediately turned and left, his pace quickening.
Upon hearing the door open, Yun Qingluo immediately assumed a ready position.
Mo Beichen noticed something was wrong with the bed as soon as he opened the door. He walked over and lifted the bed curtains, his expression one of shock.
The scene on the bed was too stimulating for his senses, and Mo Beichen felt as if a raging fire was burning in his heart.
With a hoarse voice, she asked in a low voice, "What is Luo Luo doing?"
Yun Qingluo looked up at him, smiling sweetly, "Didn't Achen want to lock me up? Is this alright?"
The iron chains on the bed were as thick as those of a child or infant, tightly locking Yun Qingluo's wrists and ankles.
Mo Beichen looked at his wrist, reddened by the chains, his eyes darkening slightly, and said coldly, "Where's the key?"
Yun Qingluo's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head without saying a word.
Mo Beichen looked around the room and saw the key on the table not far away. With a cold expression, he took the key and unlocked the door.
His eyes were dark as he stared at her red wrist, and he said coldly, "Nonsense, does it hurt?"
Yun Qingluo's small face scrunched up, and large tears slid down her cheeks. "It hurts."
Seeing this, Mo Beichen gently picked up Yun Qingluo, his voice filled with apology, "I frightened you today, it's my fault."
Yun Qingluo nestled in Mo Beichen's arms, holding his hand and saying softly, "Achen, it's not your fault. It's because I didn't give you enough security that you were worried and frightened."
After saying that, he assured her, "Don't worry, Ah Chen, whether you believe it or not, I will never leave you in this life. Even if you try to drive me away, I won't go."
"Don't blame yourself, don't be angry, Ah Chen. You need to know that even if there are people in this world who are better than you, more handsome than you, or more outstanding than you, I will only love you."
“Ah Chen, besides, there’s no one more powerful than you yet.”
Mo Beichen lowered his gaze, "What do you mean?"
"Ah Chen, you're so silly. Your son will definitely be more capable than you in the future," Yun Qingluo said with a bright smile.
Mo Beichen lowered his eyes, his heart churning with turmoil, but he also suppressed his previous thoughts.
"Ah Chen, what are you daydreaming about?" Yun Qingluo tugged at Mo Beichen's sleeve.
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