Chapter 217 Tomorrow I will summon Miss Lan to the palace to talk to me!
Lan Xiyue raised her eyes and said, "Master Yao, please go to the Wuguo Marquis Mansion."
Yao Lao's wrinkles were filled with surprise. "Little Princess, what happened to your brother?"
"It's not my brother." Lan Xiyue's eyelashes drooped, casting a shadow on her porcelain-white face. "It was Lan Yuan who was injured. My grandfather asked me to come and ask you to come."
The old medicine general stroked his white beard and said, "Since the young princess has ordered me to do so, I will go there of course." After saying that, he turned around and was about to tell the guards to ask his medicine boy to bring the medicine box.
"Wait a minute." Lan Xiyue suddenly raised her sleeve to stop him, a faint smile on her lips, "No need to bring the medicine box."
Yao Lao paused, a hint of doubt flashing in his turbid eyes.
"Lan Yuan can't be cured. Yao Lao just needs to make a diagnosis and tell my grandfather and the others the result."
Yao Lao suddenly understood what he meant, and a knowing smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "I understand."
After watching Yao Lao leave, Lan Xiyue turned around and stepped into the vermilion lacquered gate of the palace.
The housekeeper had been waiting by the screen wall. When he saw her come in, he quickly bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Princess."
Lan Xiyue's mouth twitched. "Butler, there's no need to be like this. Is Mo Liyuan in the mansion?"
The housekeeper smiled apologetically, "In reply to the princess, the prince went to the palace early in the morning and has not yet returned home."
"Oh..." Lan Xiyue raised her eyebrows slightly. She had thought that she had spent all her points and came here to earn some, but it turned out that no one was there.
"Princess, why don't you go in and wait for the prince? Looking at the time, the prince will be back soon."
"Okay." Lan Xiyue nodded. Anyway, she didn't want to go back to the Wuguo Marquis Mansion now.
The housekeeper hurriedly led the way, and when they passed through the nine-bend corridor and arrived at the flower hall in the main courtyard, a smart servant had already served this year's new tribute Biluochun and some exquisite snacks.
"Princess, please have some tea and snacks first. I will send someone to the palace to deliver a message to the prince." The butler said as he was about to leave.
"No need." Lan Xiyue picked up the celadon teacup, looked at the tea leaves floating in it, and said lightly, "I have nothing to do anyway, so why not wait a while."
It's just a good opportunity to get away to some quiet time, which is better than the troubles in the Marquis of Wu's Mansion.
The butler responded with a smile, and after leaving, he turned around and asked the secret guard to deliver the letter to the prince in the palace.
System: "Master, this system thought you were so kind that you came to ask Yao Lao to treat Lan Yuan's illness!"
"Oh! Lan Yuan was ruined by me, his mother. There's absolutely no need for treatment. Let the medicine wear off and make them give up completely!"
Lan Xiyue called out, "An Yi!"
An Yi immediately appeared, "What do you want, Princess?"
"If you have nothing to do, bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone." While waiting for Mo Liyuan, she sketched the human body's blood vessels and would give them to Yao Lao later.
"yes"
After a while, An Yi brought out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the table. Lan Xiyue picked up the pen and began to sketch.
Chu Xia watched boredly from the side and thought to herself: Such a big thing happened in the mansion, but the young lady acted as if nothing had happened. She is really careless.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study
The emperor looked at Mo Liyuan with complicated eyes, "Do you really want to marry Lan Xiyue?"
"really!"
"No." The emperor paused with his red brush, his brows condensing with majesty. "The Marquis's wife passed away not long ago. As the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Wu, Lan Xiyue should observe three years of mourning."
When Mo Liyuan raised his eyes, a barely perceptible coldness flashed across his eyes: "She's just a stepmother, is she worthy of Yue'er mourning for her?"
"Prince Regent!" The emperor's eyes darkened, and he tapped his fingertips on the dragon table. "Even if she is a second wife, she is still Lan Xiyue's aunt. Etiquette and laws cannot be abolished."
Mo Liyuan curled the corners of his lips slightly, flicked his wide sleeves, and a bright yellow scroll fell on the imperial desk.
The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, then slowly opened them. When he saw the contents clearly, his expression suddenly turned cold: "Mo Liyuan, you——"
"Your Majesty, I believe you recognize it." Mo Liyuan said indifferently, "This is a blank imperial edict bestowed by our father."
The emperor's knuckles turned white and undercurrents surged in his eyes. He naturally knew that the late emperor was still worried about him before his death, and left him three blank imperial edicts, which would grant him whatever he wanted.
Why? They are both sons of the late emperor, so why is the late emperor so partial to Mo Liyuan? He is just jealous and unwilling to accept it.
The Emperor suppressed his anger and sneered, "What? The Regent wants to exchange this blank imperial edict for a marriage grant?"
Is Lan Xiyue really that important to him? Or is he trying to win over the Duke of Huguo and the Marquis of Wuguo through this? Whatever the case, the more Mo Liyuan wants her, the more he doesn't want him to have her. Then, Lan Xiyue will have to die!
"What? Royal brother, the imperial edict is here, but you still don't agree to the marriage?" Mo Liyuan's voice was a little cold. If his mother hadn't said that he had to inform his petty-minded royal brother about his marriage and let him agree to the marriage, he wouldn't have to spend so much time with him in the imperial study now.
The emperor pondered for a moment, "Okay, I grant the marriage! You go back first, and the imperial decree will be sent to your Regent Palace and the Marquis of Wuguo Palace later!"
Mo Liyuan waited for the answer he wanted to hear, then said, "Thank you, Royal Brother. I will take my leave first." After saying that, Mo Liyuan strode out.
Looking at Mo Liyuan's departing back, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the emperor's eyes.
As soon as Mo Liyuan stepped out of the imperial study, Tianyi was already waiting in the corridor. Upon seeing him come out, he immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Master, the princess has arrived at the mansion and is waiting for you in the main courtyard."
Hearing this, the man's stern brows were instantly filled with a barely perceptible smile, and his pace unconsciously quickened.
Tianyi was no longer surprised. When his master heard about the princess, he instantly felt very happy.
Eunuch Xi hurried over, holding up his coattails, and knelt down to pay his respects: "Your servant greets the Regent. The Empress Dowager requests that you come to the Cining Palace."
"I'm busy." Mo Liyuan frowned slightly, not even glancing at the person kneeling on the ground.
Eunuch Xi quickly got up and bravely chased after him, "Your Highness, please allow me to report this. The Queen Mother heard that you had requested an imperial decree to grant the marriage earlier, so she specially prepared a gift and asked you to give it to Miss Lan..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Liyuan suddenly stopped. In the shadow cast by the gilded eaves, the man's well-defined profile flickered.
After a while, he turned and strode towards the Cining Palace.
Seeing this, Eunuch Xi breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to catch up.
Inside the Cining Palace, the Empress Dowager saw the tall figure stepping into the palace gate, and the smile on her eyes deepened: "Finally, you're here! I thought you were really going to be alone for the rest of your life, but I didn't expect..."
"Gift." The cold voice cut off the warmth in the room.
The Queen Mother slammed the teacup in her hand down on the table. "You little brat! Can't you even wait for a cup of tea?" The gilded armor scraped across the table, making an ear-piercing sound. "Sit down! Talk to me."
Mo Liyuan sat down with a stern face, looking impatient, and tapped his knuckles on the armrest in a rapid rhythm.
"I like Miss Lan very much. She suits my taste very well. Since the late emperor left, I have been very bored in this palace. Tomorrow I will summon Miss Lan to the palace to talk to me."
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