Chapter 320 We are a family, how can the betrothal gifts not be sent to the Marquis’ Mansion?
Mo Liyuan slowly stood up and walked towards Lan Xiyue, his deep eyes gleaming with an indescribable light, "Yue'er, take me around this palace."
Lan Xiyue looked up and gave him a cold glance, secretly complaining in her heart: Why are you pretending? Her mansion is much smaller than his palace, how can it be better? When she saw her brother Lan Shenye, who was smiling gently beside her, her heart suddenly understood a little.
Lan Shenye smiled and said, "Yueyue, you can take the Regent for a walk around the palace. I will go and tell the kitchen staff to prepare lunch."
Lan Xiyue smiled sweetly at her brother, nodded, then stood up and walked out with Mo Liyuan.
The two of them strolled through the mansion, passed through the winding corridors, and came to the pavilion in the garden.
Chuchun and Chuxia had already prepared tea and snacks. After bowing their heads, they quietly left.
Mo Liyuan pulled Lan Xiyue to sit down at the stone table. He held her hand tightly, his eyes full of tenderness. "I just want to marry Yue'er as soon as possible."
Lan Xiyue heard this and smiled, "If that person knew, he would be so angry that he would jump up and down."
Mo Liyuan gently scratched her nose lovingly and said with a smile, "I will marry whoever I want. It is not his turn to make decisions."
Lan Xiyue curled her lips, thinking to herself, "No wonder the Emperor is wary of you. Look at what he said, it's simply overbearing." However, as she looked at Mo Liyuan's affectionate gaze, her mood inexplicably brightened. She picked up the teacup and took a sip. The lingering aroma of tea seemed to carry a hint of sweetness.
At the same time, Mo Yifan hurried into the palace and went straight to the Cining Palace.
The Queen Mother looked at him panting and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Yifan, you rushed to my Cining Palace just to drink two cups of tea?"
Mo Yifan wiped the tea stains from the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Grandmother, it's good news!"
The Queen Mother was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Oh? What good news?"
Mo Yifan lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Just now, the young uncle went to deliver the betrothal gifts. It was a big scene!"
The Empress Dowager paused slightly as she heard this, "Hasn't the Imperial Astronomical Observatory calculated an auspicious date yet?"
Mo Yifan curled his lips, a hint of teasing flashing in his eyes, "Grandmother, do you really believe what the Imperial Observatory said? It's not auspicious to get married in the second half of this year?"
The Queen Mother sighed, her eyes far-reaching, "That brat, before I asked him to get married, he acted like he didn't want to have a wife, and now he's so impatient." Her voice was filled with helplessness and emotion. She knew very well that this was what the Emperor had deliberately told the Imperial Observatory to say, just to delay time and prevent the Regent Mo Liyuan from getting married.
"Grandmother, you know this. Although the little prince appears cold and emotionless, once someone approaches his heart, just like now, he is more devoted than anyone else."
The Queen Mother felt mixed emotions when she heard this. She knew her youngest son's character very well, and she was also aware of the Emperor's suspicion and suppression of him.
In the imperial study, the emperor was so angry that he started coughing violently when he heard that the Regent was going to deliver the betrothal gifts with great fanfare today.
Seeing this, Eunuch Fu hurried forward with tea and carefully tried to comfort him. "Aiyo, Your Majesty, calm down. You just vomited blood and passed out yesterday. The imperial physician said you can't get angry anymore."
The emperor took the teacup and threw it to the ground with a loud bang, splashing tea everywhere.
His face was filled with gloom and anger. "Mo Liyuan! You are increasingly disregarding me. Damn it! Go and summon Lan Zhenrong to the palace."
Eunuch Fu nodded repeatedly, bowed and walked out.
The atmosphere in the Wuguo Marquis Mansion was solemn, as if even the air had frozen.
Lan Jiaoyun was so angry that her face was twisted. She crumpled the silk handkerchief in her hand into a ball. A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes. Each of the betrothal gifts sent by the Regent was priceless, but now they all went to that bitch Lan Xiyue. Their mansion was still living a tight life, so why could Lan Xiyue be so free and easy outside?
"Grandmother, Father," she said indignantly, "the people outside are talking about it. They all say that the Regent sent a huge betrothal gift today. It was so grand, and the betrothal gift line seemed endless. My eldest sister is the legitimate daughter of my Marquisate. We are family. How can this betrothal gift not be sent to the Marquisate?"
The old lady's face darkened, a hint of anger appearing on her wrinkled forehead. "Zhenrong," she said slowly, "Yun'er is right. We are family after all. How can we hold grudges overnight? Send someone to bring Ye'er and Yue'er back immediately. Look at what people are saying about our mansion outside now."
Lan Zhenrong's face was extremely ugly, he frowned, "Mother," he sighed helplessly, "that evil girl Lan Xiyue, keeps saying that she wants to sever ties with the Marquis' Mansion. Now, even the people in the Duke of Protector's Mansion have complaints about me. She...she will not come back." Lan Zhenrong felt a splitting headache when Lan Xiyue was mentioned. On one side was the pressure from the Emperor, and on the other side was the power of the Regent. He was caught in the middle, torn and could not afford to offend either side.
At this moment, the housekeeper hurried in, looking anxious. "Master, Madam, Eunuch Fu from the palace is here, saying that the Emperor has summoned Master to the palace for an audience!"
Lan Zhenrong was startled when he heard this. He quickly stood up and strode out. When he reached the gate of the mansion, he forced an unpleasant smile and greeted Eunuch Fu. "Eunuch Fu, please come in..."
Eunuch Fu remained calm and said calmly, "My Lord, please hurry up and come with me to the palace to meet the Emperor, so that he won't have to wait too long."
"Yes, yes, yes..." Lan Zhenrong quickly agreed, but his heart was in turmoil and he was very nervous.
Lan Zhenrong was like a stray dog, and he stepped into the suffocating imperial study with trepidation. "Your Majesty!" His voice trembled with fear that was hard to conceal.
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