Night falls——
Mo Yu returned to Wenyuan Hou Mansion with the returned business card in his pocket, trembling with fear.
"Delivered to 깊?"
The room was dim, and Shen Luchu was lying on his back in a chair, his whole body shrouded in a haze of confusion, his listless look concealing anger.
Shen Luchu had never spent such an embarrassing day.
He and Zhou Jingshen waited for nearly a whole day, and Zhou Jingshen felt embarrassed in the end, and he looked for an excuse to leave.
Shen Luchu felt as if his face was torn off and stepped on hard on the ground, rubbing from the east gate to the west gate.
And this person is none other than Jiang Shiyuan!
Shen Luchu should be angry, he should be furious, and then break up with Jiang Shiyuan, so that she can no longer get close to him, and never give her a word or a look!
Let her walk alone in this capital city, isolated and helpless forever!
But for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of panic.
As if possessed by some unknown force, he took out his business card and had it delivered to the General's Mansion.
He is a man, he is more generous and will not argue with a woman. It is okay for him to give in.
Jiang Shiyuan should be happy this time. He has never spoken so softly to a woman before.
Mo Yu stood by the door, his palms already sweaty.
It's not a big deal to have an invitation rejected, but the one who rejected this business card was none other than Jiang Shiyuan!
In the past three years, Jiang Shiyuan had always been summoned by the prince and dismissed at will, but today the situation turned out to be the opposite, and the prince asked to see him but was rejected!
At the gate of the General's Mansion, when the eldest daughter of the Jiang family asked the maid to reject the prince's name card, he didn't react at all.
Miss Jiang changed, becoming like a completely different person.
But how do I report this to the prince?
lie?
Mo Yu shook his head. Even if he could hide the lie today, he would not be able to hide it tomorrow.
Then I can only report the truth.
Besides, it was all his speculation, and the prince might not care that much about the eldest lady of the Jiang family.
Who knows, when the prince knows that Jiang Shiyuan will never bother him again, he might even feel relieved.
After all, the prince had said more than once before that Jiang Shiyuan was quite annoying.
"Why didn't you reply? What was her expression when she saw my name card? Was she filled with mixed emotions?"
Without waiting for Mo Yu to sort out his thoughts, Chen Luchu asked again, his words full of expectation.
Mo Yugen didn't dare to look up at Chen Luchu, and timidly took out the returned business card from his arms and whispered:
"My Lord, I refuse."
"Huh?" Shen Luchu was stunned and did not respond.
Mo Yu thought he didn't hear clearly, so he raised his voice and replied again: "My Lord, Miss Jiang refuses your invitation."
Before the voice fell, Shen Luchu stood up from his chair: "Impossible!"
"You little dog slave, are you tired of living? I only asked you to deliver a note, but you dare to be lazy and slack off!" Shen Luchu was furious and shouted at Mo Yu.
Mo Yu had never seen Chen Luchu lose his temper so much. He knelt on the ground repeatedly, trembling, and said, "My Lord, you have wronged me. I was not lazy. I did not dare to hand over the name card to the people in the General's Mansion. I waited at the gate of the General's Mansion for half a day. I saw Miss Jiang show up, and then I handed over the card."
"You mean, you handed my business card to Jiang Shiyuan personally? Then who rejected my business card?" Shen Luchu asked puzzled.
Mo Yu also took the risk and replied, "It was Miss Jiang who personally declined your invitation, Your Highness. Miss Jiang said she was not free."
Although Mo Yu reported the truth, he did not dare to repeat Jiang Shiyuan's words 100%, and could only say in general that "there is no time".
But the difference is not big, it is "rejection" anyway.
Shen Luchu suddenly stood still, his expression frozen on his face, and the blood in his body seemed to have solidified.
The room suddenly fell into deathly silence, as if it was the eve of a storm. Mo Yu's heart was hanging in the air. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside.
"What happened? Who made the prince angry?"
Shen Lvchu's mother, Princess Wenhe, walked in from outside.
Princess Wenhe was elegant and graceful, with a faint smile on her face. She seemed gentle and dignified, but Mo Yu felt that the still air in the room suddenly became oppressive, especially when the princess stepped into the room and glanced coldly over his head.
"Nothing." Shen Luchu replied dejectedly.
Princess Wenhe looked at her son's frown and smiled, "Nothing? Just now, mother heard your voice outside the yard and wondered who was blind enough to provoke our prince."
Chen Luchu said again: "Nothing happened. Mother, you came here late at night. Is there something wrong? Your son needs to review his lessons."
Princess Wenhe did not ask any more questions and said, "Has it been a long time since you last went to pay your respects to your uncle? Come with me to the palace tomorrow."
Princess Wenhe is the cousin of the current emperor, and Shen Luchu's uncle is the current emperor.
Shen Luchu didn't want to go, he didn't like entering the palace.
His uncle treated him very kindly, but every time he entered the palace, his mother would make him shine in public. When he was a child, he wrote poems and couplets. When he grew up, he changed to horseback riding and archery. Although everyone praised and applauded every time, Shen Luchu always felt like a monkey performing in the street and was very uncomfortable.
"My son has something to do tomorrow, can he come to the palace another day?" Shen Luchu discussed.
Princess Wenhe did not comment, turned around, picked up the tinder, and went to light the extinguished lamp nearby.
"It's so dark, and there's not even a light on. Are you trying to ruin the prince's eyes?"
The room suddenly lit up, and Princess Wenhe reached out to extinguish the fire stick, saying nonchalantly, "Mo Yu is not doing his job with all his heart, so take him to be beaten with ten boards."
Mo Yu raised his head in horror and looked at Shen Luchu for help.
Mo Yu is a personal servant who has served Chen Luchu for many years, and is also one of the few old people who stayed.
"It's not Mo Yu's fault. It's just that my son felt unwell tonight and wanted to rest early. Mother, what time will I enter the palace tomorrow?" Shen Luchu compromised, almost unconsciously and habitually.
"Didn't you hear? The prince will enter the palace tomorrow, why don't you hurry up and prepare your clothes."
Princess Wenhe put on the lampshade and spoke as she moved. Her voice was calm, but Mo Yu, who was standing at the door, felt as if he had been stabbed in the back. He immediately got up from the ground and quickly ran to prepare clothes.
Princess Wenhe put down the lampshade, and the swaying shadows in the room returned to their original positions. Princess Wenhe turned around, stretched out her hand to straighten her son's clothes, and smiled lightly:
"You are the son of the princess, the heir of the Wenyuan Marquis's mansion, and your status is noble. Don't say that you are a nobody, or some cat or dog in the general's mansion. It's just a little mud at your feet. You can appreciate it when you are happy, and get rid of it when you are unhappy. There is no need to get angry and lose your status for nothing, understand?"
Chen Luchu knew who Princess Wenhe was talking about. He felt a little uncomfortable, but did not refute. He just bowed his head and replied: "Son, remember this."
Princess Wenhe gave her a few more instructions like "have a good rest and take care of yourself", then she turned around and left with her maid.
Chen Luchu fell back on the chair again, his expression even more gloomy, and even if ten lights were turned on, none of them would light up.
Mo Yu put away his things and walked back in.
"You said that Jiang Shiyuan rejected me?" Shen Luchu asked again.
Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat again. Hasn't this matter been over yet?
"Prince..."
Mo Yu was about to leave when he heard Shen Luchu suddenly chuckle.
"Okay, Jiang Shiyuan wants to play, then let her play to her heart's content!"
Well, he also took this opportunity to temper her temper.
Let’s see who gives in first! !
Mo Yu hesitated to speak. Should he say it?
Miss Jiang seemed to really want to kiss.
When he went to the general's mansion to wait, he heard the doorman of the general's mansion mention that the Jiang family was going to hold a wedding.
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