"Sister, go for it, we support you!" Long Yingtong, who had been waiting outside the Cining Palace, stepped forward to greet them. Now thirteen years old, in the latter half of this year the Empress would no longer allow her to attend classes at the Yangshan Girls’ Academy, instead keeping her at the Imperial Palace.
Min Ruochen and Min Ruomeng followed with emphatic nods. freewebnovel-cσ๓
By their side, the porcelain-like Tenth Prince, Long Yixin, looked up at Yang Mengchen, his large black eyes sparkling with curiosity and joy.
After smiling and greeting the four of them, Yang Mengchen indicated that she would certainly try her best.
"Ms. Yang, the Emperor, Empress Dowager, Empress, Princes, Eldest Princess, and prince consort are all inside waiting for you." Sun Chuanmao spoke very respectfully, "Would Ms. Yang please follow this servant inside?"
Yang Mengchen smiled and said, "Thank you, Eunuch Sun." She then followed Sun Chuanmao into the hall.
Indeed, all the most distinguished people of Dong Chu were present, including the Grand Prince, who should have been at the border, as well as Prince Ning and Prince Qi, Long YiXuan.
Yang Mengchen, about to kneel for her salutations, had barely bent her knees when Long Xuanmo had already stood up and briskly walked to her side, preventing her from kneeling, "With the Holy Ancestor Gold Medal, even in the presence of my Emperor father, Royal Grandmother, and mother, a simple curtsey is all you need."
The Emperor’s face immediately turned dark, looking at his unmistakably outward-bending son with extreme displeasure.
The mother of the Emperor’s children and his siblings and in-laws all praised Ms. Yang. Once the Emperor learned that his eldest daughter could have two grandchildren and his youngest daughter was cured, all thanks to Ms. Yang, the Empress, although not quite fond of Yang Mengchen, at least had a significantly improved impression of her.
The rest were accustomed to such situations, only surprised that the Empress Dowager had bestowed the Holy Ancestor Gold Medal upon Yang Mengchen, but they showed nothing on their faces.
Long Xuanmo was so attentive and protective of her, which made Yang Mengchen very happy. Nevertheless, she had learned protocol and etiquette from Sister Jin, and these were Long Xuanmo’s elders and relatives sitting above, so it was only right for her to perform her salutations. She shook her head gently at Long Xuanmo and insisted on completing her gesture of respect.
As if understanding the thoughts of Yang Mengchen, Long Xuanmo, despite his affection, no longer prevented her. As soon as she had carried out the salutation, he immediately helped her up and sternly pulled her to sit beside him, keeping a strained face.
Yang Mengchen bowed her head slightly, looking reluctantly compliant with Long Xuanmo’s arrangements, yet inside she felt as sweet as honey.
Seeing this, the Emperor’s complexion grew even darker, ready to wring water from it, but he couldn’t do anything about his son and thus could only direct his burning anger at Yang Mengchen.
"How dare you, Yang Mengchen! What makes you qualified to be Prince Chen’s Official Wife? And to forbid Prince Chen from having other women?"
"Ah Jiu is the woman I love the most; of course, she’s qualified to be my Official Wife!" Before Yang Mengchen could speak, Long Xuanmo replied vehemently, "Moreover, my heart is small; aside from Ah Jiu, it cannot accommodate any other women. I will not allow other women to calculate against me, against Ah Jiu, and against our children for their own gain!"
As his words ended, the expressions of those present varied greatly.
Especially the Emperor, whose face kept changing, looked at the Empress involuntarily and saw her suddenly turn pale and sorrowful, feeling a twinge of heartache.
Turning to look at Long Xuanmo, Yang Mengchen’s eyes filled with undying affection and gratitude, her lips slowly forming a smile enchanting to the soul.
In that moment, Long Xuanmo was overwhelmed with emotion, holding tightly to Yang Mengchen’s hand, gazing at her with deep affection as if no one else was present.
When the Emperor, returning to his senses, saw the two of them, he felt a complexity of emotions, but knew that matters had to be concluded.
"Yang Mengchen, will you not answer my question truthfully?"
Gently squeezing Long Xuanmo’s hand back to reassure him not to worry, Yang Mengchen calmly said, "Your Majesty, as the Prince said, if one truly loves someone, they wish to be their one and only. After all, feelings are selfish, and no one wants to share with another."
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