Before reaching Fengxiang Palace, Bo Qiu caught a glimpse of an indigo figure in the distance. The figure's hair was not neatly combed, and as he sat upright, he didn't look like an emperor at all. He still looked like the child he had been.
Entering the room swiftly, Bo Qiu stepped forward and saluted, "Your Highness, Bo Qiu, greets you, Lord Mo."
When Mo Junhan saw him coming, a smile appeared on his face. The smile was like a spring breeze, very kind, "You are here, come and sit down."
"Thank you, Modian."
Bo Qiu took a seat as ordered, facing Meng Xiangwan who had dressed up carefully. She was wearing a light blue skirt which matched her bun very well.
"Brother Chen." Meng Xiangwan called out in a tender voice.
Bo Qiu raised his eyes to look at her, his expression relaxed a little, and he nodded as a greeting.
With her light makeup, Meng Xiangwan had willow-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose and cherry lips. She looked both cute and pure, especially her spring-almond-like eyes. Ever since Bo Qiu entered the house, they followed him without a moment's hesitation. I don't know if it was a secret flirtation, but her eyes were filled with tenderness.
Regardless of whether Bo Qiu was moved or not, Mo Junhan was quite pleased to see her. "I haven't seen you for many years, and Xiang Wan has become even more beautiful. The other day, Madam Wang mentioned you and Bo Qiu, and I was afraid of messing up the relationship. Now it seems like a wonderful story has been created."
"Mo Dian, you're joking." Meng Xiangwan said shyly, her face redder than the apple on the plate.
Bo Qiu frowned, sensing something was amiss. "A good story?"
Mo Junhan glanced at Meng Xiangwan below, but smiled without saying anything.
Bo Qiu raised his eyes and looked across. Meng Xiangwan's embarrassed look and red cheeks were too eye-catching. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that she and he had completely different ideas.
Looking away, Bo Qiu's confidence vanished. The cushion beneath his seat seemed to have suddenly sprouted thorns, making him restless for a while. How could a good brother-sister relationship suddenly turn into unrequited love? Was it really like Song Chengming said, that he was too careless?
Silently taking in his expression, Mo Junhan lowered his eyes and smiled, then arched his brows and continued, "I've discussed this with Madam Wang, and the seventh day of next month is a good day for a wedding. Xiangwan, do you think this arrangement is okay with you?"
Meng Xiangwan replied, "Mo Dian is wise and powerful, and the day he chose must be excellent."
Mo Junhan chuckled softly upon hearing this, and looked at her with his watery eyes, saying, "You're quite sweet-mouthed. Tell the government that there's no need to prepare a dowry for you. I'll give you the best."
Meng Xiangwan smiled and said, "Thank you, Modian!"
The two of them engaged in a duet, Bo Qiu listening silently, veins visibly etched in his hands. Less than a cup of tea had passed since he entered the house, and he'd been thrust into a marriage contract. This wasn't just a slap in the face for him, but also for Meng Bo—who had told him before his departure to take good care of Meng Xiangwan.
Now, with just two sentences, Meng Xiangwan became his person. On the surface, he seemed to be a wise king and a loyal minister, and everyone was happy. But in fact, he was taking the third lady of the Meng family as a hostage, so the Meng family had to be wary of him and the emperor!
What a Mo Junhan! As he gets older, all the tricks are used on him.
Bo Qiu's eyes grew colder, and he was about to stand up and confront his opponent, but before he could, a clear female voice suddenly exploded in his head, "Are you kidding me!?"
The sound seemed to pierce through his ears, causing Bo Qiu's body to tremble and he fell to the ground at the table.
Seeing that everything was going smoothly, Mo Junhan smiled and ordered the banquet to begin. However, he could not have imagined that Bo Qiu, who seemed to him to be normal, was currently facing the most difficult time in his 28 years of life.
At first, Bo Qiu thought that he was hallucinating because of Mo Junhan's anger, so he closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to drive the voice out of his mind.
As soon as he shook it, the female voice in his head rang out again like a frying pan: "Is your uncle a dog? Stop shaking it!"
Bo Qiu was completely stunned. This sound seemed to come from his own body?
"What else? Who the hell do you think is the reason why I can't get out?" Sure enough, the voice appeared again.
Hearing the clear female voice circling in his mind, Bo Qiu's face instantly darkened - what kind of martial arts is this, which can actually read people's minds? If this person is not eliminated, there will be chaos in the world.
In the fog, Tu Nian, who was thinking about leaving, heard his childish thoughts and rolled her eyes in disdain, "I'm so scared."
In reality, she was also stunned. Her memory was frozen on the last thunderbolt from the Emperor of Immortality. That thunderbolt had left her unconscious for three whole days, and upon waking, she found herself in this body.
And the worse news is that she found that her immortal power was sealed up completely, and she couldn't get out of this body.
Looking around, the surroundings were bloody and foggy, and the air was filled with the scent of milk mixed with a hint of jasmine, which was quite pleasant. But she really didn't want to continue smelling it, she wanted to leave!
She tried again and again, until she gradually ran out of strength. Her anger turned into grievance. Her fox eyes narrowed, and her face was full of pity: "Where is the tribulation I agreed to go through? I can't even see the shadow of a man. What tribulation should I go through..."
After saying that, he started crying.
It's no exaggeration to say that what Bo Qiu hated most in his life was women's gossip and chatter. And the woman inside him, in terms of bad language and loudness, was definitely better than any woman he had ever met before.
His calm expression was torn apart without any warning.
A long-cherished wish was about to come true. Meng Xiangwan looked at Bo Qiu across from her, and the more she looked, the happier she became. Seeing that he hadn't touched the food in front of him, she asked worriedly, "Brother Chen, why aren't you touching your chopsticks? Are you feeling unwell?"
Bo Qiu was almost out of control because of Tu Nian's crying and could only suppress his anger. He could not hear Meng Xiangwan's sudden words at all.
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