After taking exams for nine consecutive days, even with the chance to rest in the examination hall at night, Mo Qingze found it hard to bear. After returning ho and freshening up, he didn’t even eat dinner and went straight to his room to rest. More than physical exhaustion, it was a ntal fatigue that weighed on him.
No one asked how well he perford in the imperial examination; naturally, everyone secretly hoped he would succeed and fulfill his aspiration. But failing wasn’t a big deal, as there would always be another chance three years later.
In the past, Mo Qingze might have thought the sa, but ever since a series of unfortunate events last year and his daughter Zhenzhen’s engagent to Xiao Ruiyuan, there was an urgency in his heart. He was keen to top the imperial examination and perform well in the palace examination, striving to be among the top rankers.
Only by achieving this could he be marked for key training at the outset of his official career and lay a solid foundation for his future. He did not want to face a day when, if his daughter was wronged by her in-laws, he as a father would have to plead with them and bend over backward.
Even though the Lord Wei Yuan House seed unattainable to him, a behemoth he might never equal in his lifeti, at least he wouldn’t be so suppressed that he would be left without any power to resist.
With such thoughts, Mo Qingze didn’t sleep well, and when he woke up the next morning, his eyes were still bloodshot, and his face held an unshaken fatigue.
Mo Yan couldn’t guess the true reason and assud that her father was worried about the examination results because he hadn’t perford well. For several days in a row, she cooked nourishing soups in the kitchen to restore his energy and spirit, adding in so beneficial herbs as dicinal dietary therapy.
Since her culinary skills were excellent and the ingredients ca from her "Space", the brewed soups were free of bitter dicinal tastes, instead possessing a unique appetizing aroma. It enticed others to drink a big bowl every ti, leading them to suggest that if Mo Yan opened a dicinal diet restaurant, she would make a fortune.
Perhaps it was the effect of these soups, or maybe Mo Qingze had co to terms with his situation because he regained his usual vitality. His complexion was excellent, smooth, and without a wrinkle, looking nothing like soone in his thirties. Comparing his current state to before their escape, he seed like a completely different person.
Even standing next to Han Zhiyun, who was four or five years his junior, Mo Qingze didn’t look older but instead carried an air of composure and restraint—a depth that younger n lacked—like jade that had been smoothed by the years, glowing with a gentle luster.
Furthermore, with his handso appearance and scholarly deanor, even Mo Yan sotis found herself embarrassingly staring at him. Yet, looking at her father in his pri, living a solitary life, she often felt a pang of sympathy. Even though he had his children by his side, so loneliness was not sothing they could soothe, and the idea of finding a companion for him would occasionally surface.
As ti went by, these thoughts appeared with increasing frequency. Mo Yan kept her concerns to herself, hoping one day her father would et a woman he liked and bring her ho as his wife, yet she worried about her younger siblings’ reaction, influenced by the unfortunate experiences of Tang Xin and the Yun Zhao Siblings, which could affect their filial relationship.
On the other hand, she also feared that the woman might not like her siblings, mistreat them privately, and, if she were to have her own children, fail to treat them all equally. The peaceful and warm ho environnt she cherished might gradually fade away—an outco she didn’t want to see.
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One day, harassed into acquiescence by Zhenzhen, Mo Qingze helplessly sent out invitations to the Liu Family, the Han Family, and Shen Ji, asking them to join for an outing.
Mo Yan was grinding ink for her father, and as she looked at his warm, handso profile, her thoughts drifted. In modern tis, where late marriage and parenthood are the norm, it is common for thirty-five-year-old n to be unmarried without children. A man like her father, talented, good-looking, with an agreeable personality, and coming from a not-so-poor family, would certainly draw won’s attention.
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