On the night of the wedding, after Zhuo Yue left Beiyuan, she asked someone to take good care of His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen, who had come from afar to marry, and she rode to the military camp alone at full speed.
"General!"
Before anyone entered the military camp, Zhuo Yue's voice had already reached the camp.
He rode all the way to the main tent, dismounted, and rushed into the tent. Seeing Xiyao reading a military book calmly, he suddenly calmed down.
When Xiyao saw the person coming, he frowned slightly and said, "Why are you running to the military camp instead of staying at the general's mansion to take care of the prince?" Could it be that the prince was making a fuss?
"General, I think your marriage is quite good."
"Huh? Zhuo Yue, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhuoran, who had just entered the tent after hearing the sound of the wind, heard Zhuo Yue's hesitant words.
"Tell me, what did His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen do to make you ride here overnight to act as a lobbyist?" Although Xiyao knew that Zhuo Yue was a soft-hearted person, she had her own principles and would never trust an outsider when nothing had happened.
(Zhao Zhao: What outsider! I’m your wife!╭(╯^╰)╮)
Zhuo Yue's pretty face turned red, and she was speechless for a moment when she thought of the appearance of His Royal Highness Prince Chen.
"Zhuo Yue, what's with that expression on your face? Could it be that His Royal Highness Prince Chen knows witchcraft and you've been cursed?" Zhuoran circled around Zhuo Yue curiously, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Ahem, no, General, this Prince Chen is indeed handsome, even better than you, General."
"So, you're here as a lobbyist just because this prince is prettier than me?"
Zhuo Yue nodded and recounted everything that happened on the wedding day.
After hearing this, Xiyao felt that Zhuo Yue was still too naive.
According to Zhuo Yue, this Prince Chen is quite scheming. Moreover, I didn't show up on the wedding night. If this happened to a nobleman from an ordinary wealthy family, he would definitely make a fuss. He is a prince of a great country and has been used to a life of luxury since childhood. How could he not be annoyed and even make such a green tea speech in front of Zhuo Yue?
"Is this Prince Chen really that handsome? Even more handsome than our general?" Zhuoran tugged at Zhuoyue's sleeve and asked in a low voice.
Zhuo Yue nodded heavily upon hearing this.
"Forget it. The New Year's Eve Palace Banquet will be held in a month. I will go back to attend it then. You go and rest for a while, then go back to the General's Mansion and keep a close eye on His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen."
"General, don't you really want to go back and take a look now? His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen is really handsome, and his voice is nice and gentle." Looking at him makes people want to find all the beautiful things in the world for him.
"We'll see each other at the palace banquet in a month, why rush?" Xiyao waved his hand, signaling Zhuoyue not to say anything more. Seeing that there was no hope, Zhuoyue didn't plan to rest and directly took his leave and returned to the general's mansion.
Inside the general's mansion.
"Sir, the master..."
"Put it away," Mo Zhao said with a stern face. He raised his hand and asked Qing'e to put away the sky curtain in front of him. He was so angry that his teeth were itching.
Qing'e pursed her lips and closed the canopy in front of her with an embarrassed look. She stopped lighting incense for her master and lit candles instead, thinking about sending a message to her master or something, trying to save the situation as much as possible.
"Don't even think about sending her a message. I want to see how long it takes her to figure this out!"
Mo Zhao stood up and walked towards the garden in Beiyuan. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned back to warn Qing'e.
"Yes," Qing'e found that one candle seemed not enough, so she prepared more, and ordered two at a time.
Master, I wish you good luck...
In this way, Mo Zhao would look at Xiyao from the sky every day through Qing'e, but he would end up angry every time. Qing'e and Hao Siming, who followed him, had lowered their heads as low as possible, and were trembling in their hearts, fearing that a Shura field would be set up and they, the innocent innocents, would be affected.
In a month's time, the more Zhuo Yue looked at Sheng Mozhao, the more he liked him, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was a good match for his general.
His Royal Highness the Prince of Sheng Kingdom is not only handsome, but also quiet and steady in temperament, and speaks so gently. Apart from the fact that he would occasionally stare at the sky angrily, which seemed a bit puzzling, he is absolutely perfect.
"Your Highness, tomorrow is the New Year's Eve Palace Banquet. We have hired the best embroiderer to make a custom-made official dress. Please take a look and see which one suits your taste."
Zhuo Yue was followed by more than a dozen people, each holding a tray with various clothes and accessories on it.
Sheng Mozhao raised his eyes and took a quick look before slowly getting up from the recliner. With Qing'e's support, he looked at them one by one, panting heavily after every three steps.
"Hey, sir, that's too much." Qing'e saw that Sheng Mozhao was pretending a little too much, so she could only remind him in a voice that only Mozhao could hear.
After Qing'e's reminder, Sheng Mozhao restrained himself a little, but his weak appearance still frightened Zhuo Yue.
"Your Highness, is there anything that suits your taste?"
Sheng Mozhao shook his head apologetically, his face looking gentle, but in his heart he said: You are either purple, blue, or green, I don't want it.
"General Zhuo, thank you for your hard work. It's just that our prince has always liked to wear red clothes since he was young. I'm afraid other colors won't suit his taste."
"Ah? Then this..." Zhuo Yue thought about it. It seemed that His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen had only worn red clothes in the past month, but she thought that His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen wore red clothes because he knew that the general would come back at any time and wanted to show the general what he would look like as a newlywed.
"It's okay. When I got married, I prepared clothes for you. Tomorrow you can just wear the clothes you prepared," Sheng Mozhao said, coughed twice, and told Zhuo Yue to prepare cakes and send the man away.
"Xixi, are you waiting to see me at the palace banquet tomorrow?" Without anyone around, the weak aura on Mo Zhao's body disappeared. He lay lazily on the recliner, supporting his forehead with one hand and playing with the jade pendant on his waist with the other.
"It seems, it seems, it should be so"
Qing'e didn't need to look at the scene on Xiyao's side to know that her master must have forgotten about this adulterer's marriage. She just didn't know what would happen at the palace banquet. The most honorable Prince Chen in a country took the initiative to ask to marry a general. Rumors have never stopped in the past month. But the adult in front of her was happy to see the rumors outside, and even asked Hao Siming to add fuel to the fire.
"Okay, very good," Mo Zhao silently lowered his patience value in his heart, waiting to show it to Xiyao after they met the next day!
military camp.
"General, tomorrow is the New Year's Eve palace banquet. Why don't you set off now and return to the general's residence?" Zhuoran thought of Zhuo Yue's carrier pigeon letter and became very curious about the Prince of Chen whom Zhuo Yue praised so highly.
"No need, let's go directly to the palace tomorrow." Xiyao was holding a black piece on her fingertips, looking at the chessboard intently, thinking about how to break the deadlock. She refused Zhuoran's words without thinking much.
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