Chapter 133 - Pretending to be Gracious and the Plot in the Private Room
Chapter 133 Pretending to be Gracious and the Plot in the Private Room
Mo Xuetong closed her head subconsciously. She could hear Feng Yuran’s angry roars as someone caught her in mid-air. She fell into a solid embrace and heard Feng Yuran’s anxious voice. “Tong’er!” She felt a surge of dizziness and forced herself to open her eyes. She saw two men going against the other four behind Feng Yuran.
“I’m alright, you be careful.” Mo Xuetong forced down the sickly-sweet taste in her chest as she tugged on his shirt anxiously while panting. There were still four men in black behind. Even if Feng Yuran had two subordinates who had arrived, there were still two other assassins. Her hand felt beside her weakly and the world turned black!
Feng Yuran had lost all his usual laziness as he scooped up Mo Xuetong’s slender figure. His long phoenix-eyes were narrowed coldly, revealing the sharpness and threat in them. He was not at all the easy-going and lazy person he appeared to be usually.
He yelled coldly, “Move faster and kill all of them!”
Feng Yue answered in affirmative, his movements grew sharper. He secretly glanced at the blood-thirstiness in his master’s eyes. He knew that Third Miss Mo’s status was different in his master’s heart. His master was looking for someone to vent his anger on now that she had been injured! He did not dare to dilly-dally at all. He quickly got rid of his two opponents. On the other side, the two men in black were both dead as well.
“Put palace boots on them!” Feng Yuran exuded an icy coldness. He carried Mo Xuetong and took a few steps back, carefully gathering her skirts to prevent her light-colored dress from being stained by blood.
“Yes!” Two people approached and nimbly changed the ordinary flat boots the men in black wore into palace boots!
Feng Yuran had already left, carrying Mo Xuetong.
Inside an elegantly decorated private room on the third floor of Fragrance House.
Mo Xuemin leaned on a chair on the left side, having brought Mo Xiu with her. On the right, sat You Yuecheng, the Ming Duke’s son. There were plenty of dishes on the table and they were all signature dishes of Fragrance House. The table filled with dishes could feed an ordinary family for a year or two. You Yuecheng had picked whatever he liked casually. This made Mo Xuemin even more certain of what she wanted. She gritted her teeth and then looked up tearfully. The expression on her beautiful face was pitiable and filled with gentleness.
“Your Excellency, please help me. I would not have come so shamelessly to ask you for help if I had not truly run out of ideas. My mother’s been locked up and I don’t even know how she is right now. My elder brother is rash and his ideas will only anger Father and Third Sister. Third Sister was left all alone in Cloud City, I do not dare to say much no matter how many grievances she has. However, she has already taken the life of our younger brother. Does she want my mother’s life as well?”
Mo Xuemin kneeled in front of You Yuecheng with a thud and held the bottom of his robe, pleading with him. Mo Xiu knelt down behind her as well, reaching out to pull her up anxiously. “Miss, don’t cry. Auntie is still alive. Even though Little Young Master is gone, but Auntie…has someone to…take care of her inside!” She was anxious and upset as well, and she started to cry before Mo Xuemin did.
“Your Excellency…It is not that I do not care for our reputation as women, and it is not that I am shameless. But my mother’s life is in danger. Father has locked her up in her courtyard after she lost the child. There is only a servant guarding the door and there is no one to take care of her health. I went to visit her but was stopped outside. Please, Your Excellency… please, on behalf of the Yu family, help me.” Mo Xuemin cried pitifully, and coupled with what Mo Xiu said, made her seem even more pitiable.
A pitiful beauty under the light with such grievances. How could one not take pity on her?
You Yuecheng frowned. His eyes were deep and dark. He put down the wine cup in his hand and pulled Mo Xuemin up. He was very strong and Mo Xuemin could not resist. She was pulled up. She might have lost her balance, or tripped on her skirts. She subconsciously caught on to You Yuecheng’s palm which he had not withdrawn to catch her balance.
When she caught her balance, she found herself clutching You Yuecheng’s hand tightly. She hurriedly shook his hand away and backed away with a blush.
“Your Third Miss is so vicious, why don’t you go and tell your father? Lord Mo is not so easily tricked.” You Yuecheng retracted his hand and asked coldly. He could not help but think of that beautiful and gentle face. He had not expected that face to be hiding such an evil heart. She had not only plotted against her unborn younger brother, but she had also even framed the Auntie for hurting her unborn child.
Would there be such a vicious mother in the world? How could the clear-headed Lord Mo believe that? You Yuecheng had always thought that that Lord Mo was a clear-headed and intelligent person. However, he now wondered whether he was rather weak at settling matters in his household. An evil woman who held the status as his main daughter had so openly harmed his other children. But in the end, the Auntie who had miscarried was punished.
“Father only listens to Third Sister now. If we say anything, I fear that we will end up like mother and be locked up in our courtyards forever. It is not that I do not dare to speak up or that I’m afraid of such a consequence. But I don’t know how Mother is right now and I still need to find ways to save her. How can I put myself in danger? If Father gets angry with us, then Mother will never see the light of the day again.” Mo Xuemin wiped her tears with her handkerchief as she cried. Her tears fell down like beads. She looked sad, pitiable, angry and also helpless.
She was as beautiful as a dew-laden flower. Her tears fell, shining beautifully…
“We do not dare to say much now. We only hope that Third Sister will get married soon so that the Mo Manor back courtyard will become calmer. We do not want anything else. However, Third Sister has only just come to the capital and is not well known. How can she find a good marriage? So I would like to ask Your Excellency for help. Your family is noble and you know many upstanding men from good families. Even though Third Sister is narrow-minded, she is not a bad person. If you can introduce us to a good family, it would help to solve a pressing issue of ours.”
Mo Xuemin looked up with her teary eyes as she pleaded with You Yuecheng.
“You are still speaking up for her despite how she treated you all?” You Yuecheng said, displeased. An evil-hearted woman like her was not a bad person? Then who was? He did not have a good impression of Mo Xuetong at all. He had thought that she was an intelligent and loveable woman but felt disgusted when he thought about it now.
How could there be such a vicious woman in this world! Anyone who married this evil woman would only have chaos in their home. First Miss Mo, who was in front of him, was too kind. She was still trying to help her sister find a husband at a time like this. If it were up to him, this sort of evil woman is only worthy of those dissolute young masters. They would be a very good match. He suddenly thought of a person and his eyes flashed. A cold smile appeared on his lips. There was someone who was a very good match for her.
“She is my younger sister after all. Her mother died when she was young and she stayed in Cloud City for a period of time. There was no one to teach her things. In actual fact, the Mo family owes her. We only hope that she will marry a good husband and dispell the hate she has in her heart. Then, we sisters can get along well together harmoniously. I do not dare to hope for anything else.” Mo Xuemin looked like a kind elder sister looking out for Mo Xuetong. She wiped away her tears and looked up at You Yuecheng pleadingly.
“Your Excellency, will you please help my younger sister find a good husband?”
A good husband? Was a girl like this worthy of a good husband?! You Yuecheng smirked. The more he liked Mo Xuemin, the less he liked Mo Xuetong. He felt that a gentle woman like Mo Xuemin could be considered gracious and kind. She was considerate towards her sister even in such a situation. This really made one pity her. His gaze softened as he looked at Mo Xuemin.
He had an idea. Forget it, he would treat it as helping this pitiful woman! He would help that Third Miss Mo who was still “salvageable” and find her a “good” husband!
There was an even larger and more spacious private room right next to theirs. Feng Yuran smiled as he rolled down the portrait that was blocking Mo Xuetong. The portrait fitted nicely over a small hole on the wall.
Behind him, Mo Xuetong covered her chest and coughed softly.
“Tong’er, what’s the matter? Does it still hurt?” Feng Yuran put down the painting in his hand and turned around. He helped her to pour a cup of hot tea and blew on it attentively before putting it down in front of her.
He had already gotten someone to take a look at her. It was not a serious injury.
“It doesn’t hurt as much now.” Mo Xuetong touched her right shoulder with a bitter smile. The heavy slap that the man in black had given her before he died was on her right shoulder. Fortunately, he was already dying and did not have the strength to retaliate. The two swords were not only sharp, but they had also been covered with poison. Even though the man had used all his strength in that slap, it was useless. Otherwise, she would have died there and then.
“Why had you acted just now instead of taking a few more steps? I was already coming for you.” Feng Yuran’s red lips were charming but were tightly shut. His entire expression was one of displeasure. How could he be happy? He felt as if his heart was going to leap out of his chest when he saw Mo Xuetong being hit. He did not care about anything else and had charged over to her. Now that he thought about it, the lass really did not know the immensity of the situation. How did she have the guts to stab someone with a sword?
“I’m not afraid!” Mo Xuetong picked up the teacup and took a light sip. There was a hint of a bitter smile on her lips. She was not afraid. She was no longer that fearful and cowardly Mo Xuetong since she desired to destroy the entire Sima family in her past life. The path to revenge was not easy. The debts of blood will be avenged by blood. If she was afraid of this and that, how would she seek revenge?
The light shone on her beautiful face. She did not seem childish at all. Instead, she was distant and cold. There was a sense of sadness and loneliness that seeped from her bones. Her distant gaze landed on the dark skies outside the window. It felt like that heavy night in her past life.
She had thought that that was hell, and thought that she could only bring that hatred she felt into hell. She had not expected that she would have the opportunity to live again. How could she still be as cowardly and useless as she had been in the past! If she still behaved as she did in her past life, in the end, she would be swallowed whole, flesh, bones, and blood. She knew, just looking at Mo Xuetong next door. Mo Xuetong was pretending to be kind and gentle. They would not stop until she was dead.
She had killed Auntie Fang’s unborn child and she had made Auntie Fang’s life a living hell. She had made it so that Mo Xuemin, her Eldest Sister, would come out and beg others to find her a good marriage. She did not know what kind of “good” marriage had caught Mo Xuemin’s eye so much that she would put herself down to beg and plead with You Yuecheng.
“Your Highness, is there someone with a terrible reputation among the people You Yuecheng knows? Is that person unkempt and is unmarried?” Mo Xuetong’s expression was surprisingly calm. The candlelight flickered on her stunning features which were calm and cold. One could not see any sadness or happiness on her face. However, it made one’s heart hurt for her even more. What kind of suffering had a child of 13 endured to be so well-versed at hiding her emotions!