There were four or five noble looking young men who hurried through the courtyard doors. They each brought their own servant and blocked the space at the entrance.
"Where are you rascals from? How dare you speak like that to my mistress?" Mo Jin saw that the situation was taking a turn for the worse and hurried to stand in front of Mo Xuemin.
"If we are rascals, then your mistress is no virtuous woman. Didn't they say that noble young ladies shouldn't leave their rooms or their doors? Oh, so are the rules in the Mo Manor different? She can even come out to meet a man in secret!" The man standing right in front was Brother Ling and he glanced at Mo Xuetong in disdain.
"Nonsense. My First Miss has something to ask His Excellency. Furthermore, First Miss has observed etiquette and not entered the room." Mo Jin defended her loudly.
"Your First Miss is really close with the Zhenguo Duke's son. She sent a pouch when we were drinking
"Something has come up at home tonight. Will arrive tomorrow. Father is already suspicious. I hope you can bring people to the temple tomorrow. If Father sends someone to investigate the matter, they can take the punishment and you will be fine. We will speak in detail in person." The note was signed off with Xuemin of the Mo Family. Mo Lan was stunned when she heard what Mo Xuetong said. She took a deep breath after a while and muttered, "Miss, is this how you are sure that those two people would fix their sights on First Miss?" Mo Xuetong pushed herself into a sitting position and took the tea that Mo Lan handed her. She took a sip and said lightly, "Those are all rich sons that Sima Lingyun hang out with. They don't do much usually and only know how to fight amongst themselves. How would they let this go?" The two people were considered Sima Lingyun's scoundrel friends. In her past life, she had once heard Sima Lingyun recount several vic
Something had indeed happened at the back courtyard. A few maids went to check up on Shuang Ye when she did not wake up. However, when they pushed the door open, they saw a figure in white suspended in the air. They screamed and ran outside. A few of the braver older servants came to undo the ropes but Shuang Ye had long died and her body had stiffened. Mother Xu sent someone to report it to Mo Huawen. Someone had died in the manor, inside Mo Xuetong's Qingwei Garden. This maid was also the one Mo Huawen was looking for. His expression changed immediately and he stood up silently. "Old Sir, we discovered this on Shuang Ye." The maidservant gave him a letter shakily. Mo Huawen opened it with a grave expression. When he read it, his expression grew darker and darker. Shuang Ye was dead? Mo Xuetong was shocked. She did not believe that Shuang Ye had committed suicide. She glanced at Mo Xuemin at the side and indeed,
Quiet days passed really quickly. Half a month went by in the blink of an eye. Nothing happened in the two weeks. It would be time for the Mo Manor family rites in a few days. The Mo Manor originated from a well-to-do family and was a family with a long history in the Qin Kingdom. Even though there were not any impressive officials among the main branch of descendants, they were well-known in their social circle. Mo Huawen was the eldest son of the main branch of the family. As such, he was in charge of the family rites. Unlike the rites of other noble families. The head of the family had to invite the well-known and reputable intellectual to watch the rites with other noble intellectuals. All children from the main branch have to wear course clothing made especially for the family rites and kneel in the ancestral hall to pay their sincere respects to their ancestors and to their ancestors, filial piety. Mo Xuetong was the only daughter of the main branch
Mo Huawen harrumphed and said, "Mo Lan, tell me what's wrong with Tong'er. Have you all not taken good care of her and now she's sick?" "I do not dare!" Mo Lan said fearfully. She did not dare to say anything else. However, her gaze landed on Mo Xuetong's collar for a few moments. She looked as if she had something to say but was hesitant to. Mo Huawen felt a surge of anger when he saw that Mo Lan obviously wanted to say something but shut her mouth fearfully. Then, he looked at Mo Xuetong who was obviously in pain but did not say anything about it. Her face was pale and she looked weak. He roared, "Servants, take the two maids down and give them 20 beatings each." Two servants immediately appeared behind him. They went up to drag Mo Lan and Mo Yu away emotionlessly. Mo Xuetong reached out to stop Mo Huawen when she saw that. "Father, hold on. It is Mo'er's fault. It has nothing to do with them." Mo Xuetong explai
“We all saw that something was wrong when Third Miss knelt there. But Third Miss would not allow us to tell Old Sir. She said that she could bear with it and she did not want to make you sad...We wanted to tell Auntie but we saw that First Miss who was standing there looked fine and thought that it was uncomfortable for Third Miss because her skin was bad. We did not think that someone was so vicious to want to harm Miss." Mo Lan knelt on the ground and spoke. She kowtowed as she spoke and tears ran down her face. The tray she raised above her head shone coldly and some of them even had traces of blood on them. It was shocking. "Old Sir, this has nothing to do with Auntie. Auntie is in charge of the concubines and does everything she can. Auntie does not know anything about the needles on Third Miss's clothing. Auntie had gotten this clothing made for First Miss earlier, but Third Miss had come back so suddenly so she gave it to Third Miss. The needles were sewn into t
The enormous Mingzhu Hall seemed rather quiet. The two huge red empress trees made the palace more sinister than others. It was unlike the fanciness that concubines and princesses liked. Instead, there was not a single flower at the door. Even the dressing of the maids inside was very plain. One would not believe that this was the palace where there were beautiful people and fragrant flowers. This was because the Princess Royal Mingzhu, who had lived alone since she was young, lived here. The princess' consort died of illness not long after they married, leaving her behind. She swore to uphold her marriage and did not marry again. As such, she lived alone in the princess manor. Emperor Zongwen saw that she was alone and pitied her for being widowed at a young age. As such, he allowed her to move back into Mingzhu Palace. On the other hand, the Empress Dowager pitied her. She had raised the princess and their relationship was unlike hers with the other princesses. As su
The injuries on Mo Xuetong's knees were not serious. It was just a little inconvenient for her to stand and walk when she woke up the next day. Otherwise, one could not tell she was injured. She had just eaten breakfast when she heard a kerfuffle at the door. However, when they tried to listen to it carefully, they could not hear anything. It started to rain, and the raindrops fell pitter-pattering. "Miss, Auntie Qing sent someone to ask if you need anything else for your room." Mo He lifted the curtains and entered. There were still signs of rain on her gree robe. "Are Auntie Qing and Auntie Mo in charge of the household now?" Mo Xuetong was pruning a pot of orchid. She was trimming the branches and did not even turn around to ask Mo He softly. "Yes, I heard Old Sir took away Auntie Fang's right to manage and got Auntie Qing and Auntie Mo to do it. So they sent someone here early in the morning to ask if you need anything else. They seem to
Are they just going to forget the matter? Had Mo Xuemin invited her here today just to watch this show? Are they going to hide away Auntie Fang's mistake with just a claim that she was being negligent? Was her father not going to pursue the matter just because Mo Xuemin claimed to feel guilty? Mo Xuetong could hear the challenge that Mo Xuemin issued her. By claiming that Mo Xuetong could walk a long distance from her courtyard to Mo Xuemin's courtyard proved that the injuries on her knees were not serious and that she was intentionally making a fuss. Everyone had such a mindset. If she kicked up a fuss about one thing, then she could kick up a fuss about other things and everything. She was kicking up a fuss about the injury on her leg today, then she must have kicked up a fuss about the incident yesterday. About her clothes yesterday, the injuries on her knees, and the matter yesterday...must have been blown up! If she had blown up the matter, then Aunt