Chapter 524 What if? No What if
Mo Liyuan took the bamboo tube, took out the secret letter, and moved closer to the candlelight.
As his gaze moved between the words, complex emotions surged in his deep eyes, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped the hard rosewood desk with a heavy rhythm.
The information in the letter was like a stone dropped into a deep pond. That man... was still alive? Could he really be Yue'er's biological father? Yet, now, he was being held captive by the Queen of Western Chu in secret, with even the secret guards unable to discover his exact location...
His brows were furrowed. As for Yue'er's life experience, it would not be appropriate to let her know before finding out the truth and making sure that everything was foolproof. It would not be too late to take her to Xichu after everything was revealed.
Thinking of this, Mo Liyuan's eyes condensed, and he slightly released the internal force from his fingers. The thin piece of letter paper carrying the shocking secret turned into powder silently in an instant, floating down on the table like fine snow, and was swallowed up by the candlelight in an instant.
He said no more, picked up the files beside him, and buried himself in the pile of government affairs. The candlelight danced on his well-defined profile until late at night.
After finishing the urgent business, Mo Liyuan returned to the main courtyard, feeling slightly cool from the night dew.
He gently pushed open the door, and a warm breath hit him in the face. His eyes fell on the bed, and he saw Lan Xiyue sleeping soundly, her black hair spread like clouds on the pillow, her cheeks faintly flushed in her sleep, her cherry lips slightly parted, and she made very subtle, steady breathing sounds.
The corners of Mo Liyuan's hard lips softened unconsciously, revealing a faint smile.
He took off his outer robe, shoes and socks, and just lay down on the bed, the person sleeping beside him seemed to sense the heat source, turned over unconsciously, and rolled accurately into his open arms, rubbing his cheek against his solid chest dependently, finding a more comfortable position.
Mo Liyuan gazed down at the sleeping face he held in his arms, completely trusting her. An indescribable warmth filled his chest. He chuckled softly, tightened his arms, hugged her more tightly, and closed his eyes.
The next morning, Lan Xiyue woke up slowly and stretched lazily. The seat beside her was already empty, leaving only the faint, refreshing scent of Mo Liyuan and a slight depression in the bedding.
She sat up, hugging the quilt, yawned sleepily, and said in a soft voice, "Early spring, early summer."
Chuchun and Chuxia, who were waiting outside the door, heard the sound and immediately pushed the door open and walked in.
In early summer, I placed a copper basin filled with hot water next to the washstand, and the steam rose up.
Chuchun went straight to the closet, picked out a brand new goose yellow dress embroidered with delicate lotus patterns, and stood by the bed with it in her hands.
Lan Xiyue threw back the quilt and got out of bed. While helping Chuchun change her clothes, she casually asked, "Where's Mo Liyuan? He disappeared so early in the morning."
Chuchun gently tied her belt and replied meekly, "Princess, the prince left home before dawn to attend the morning court. He specifically instructed the servants not to disturb your sleep and to let you sleep until you wake up naturally."
Lan Xiyue muttered softly, "How strange! I've never seen him so diligent in attending court before. Now he's completely changed..."
At this time, Chu Xia took a step closer and whispered, "Princess, there's something... there's an uninvited young lady in the palace today! According to An Yi, this young lady is quite famous. She's the granddaughter of Lord An, a senior official who served three dynasties. Her maiden name is Anya! Most importantly, she's the most respected old nanny by the Empress Dowager's side. She personally went to the palace gate and respectfully welcomed her in! She's currently in Jingfeng Pavilion!"
Lan Xiyue raised her delicate eyebrows slightly, uttered an ambiguous "Oh?", and continued to walk towards the washstand calmly, as if what she heard was just ordinary weather.
Seeing her so calm and composed, Chu Xia was so anxious that she almost stamped her feet. She couldn't help but follow her, lowering her voice with anxiety: "Princess! Why aren't you anxious at all? The Queen Mother's intention is obviously to squeeze people into our palace! This Miss An is obviously coming for the prince!"
Chuchun, who was quietly making the bed, heard Chuxia's impatient words and shook his head helplessly, but his hands did not stop moving.
She knew in her heart that whether or not there would be more people in the backyard of the palace was ultimately a matter of a word from the prince.
If the prince is unwilling, even if the queen mother wants to force it, it may not be possible; if the prince has made up his mind... then who can stop him? Just looking at Chuxia's worried look, Chuchun could only sigh silently in his heart.
Lan Xiyue finished washing up and rinsed her mouth with green salt. Then she turned around and looked at Chu Xia, who looked anxious as if facing a great enemy. She couldn't help but find it a little funny.
She picked up the moisturizing balm that Chu Xia handed her, put a little on her fingertips, and slowly spread it on her face, saying teasingly, "You, what are you in such a hurry for?"
Chu Xia pouted, her brows furrowed. "How long has it been since we got married? The excitement of the prince marrying the princess hasn't even died down yet, and the queen mother can't wait to force the new bride in! This servant...this servant is worried about you, princess!"
Lan Xiyue's fingertips nonchalantly played with a strand of her drooping black hair. Upon hearing this, she simply raised her eyelids lazily, her tone carrying a hint of indifference: "What's the rush? This princess isn't even in a hurry."
Chu Xia stood aside, her delicate eyebrows almost twisted into a knot, her face full of anxiety: "Princess! How can you not take it seriously? What if..."
"Ouch!" Before he could finish his words, Lan Xiyue's slender jade fingers tapped his forehead lightly.
Chuxia screamed in pain and covered her forehead.
Lan Xiyue withdrew her hand, the corners of her lips curled up into a smile, but her eyes were clear and sharp: "What if? There is no what if."
She paused, her tone indifferent, "The Queen Mother is displeased with me now and is deliberately trying to cause trouble. It's up to her. As long as she stays out of my sight, I'll be happy to have some peace and quiet."
She turned her gaze towards the desolate courtyard outside the window, her tone suddenly turning cold, with a hint of sharpness: "But if there is anyone who is so blind as to dare to come before me and provoke me..."
Lan Xiyue narrowed her eyes slightly, and the lazy aura instantly faded away, as if a dormant beast had revealed its sharp claws. "Heh, then this princess wouldn't mind letting that Miss An know why flowers bloom so...red."
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