Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“In a few days…”
“Imdiately.”
Qiao Mu and Mo Lian simultaneously said different answers.
Yang Xirong glared at Mo Lian. “What imdiately. You at least need to make preparations before heading to the Divine Province.”
“What there is to prepare? Isn’t everything in our inner worlds?”
“Scram.” Second Aunt-Master roared like a lioness…
Mo Lian peered at Qiaoqiao pitifully. “Second Aunt-Master is yelling at .”
Qiao Mu quickly patted his hand. “Second Aunt-Master is like this. It’ll be fine once you get used to it.”
Yang Xirong felt like these words weren’t praising her. She glanced at the young couple before continuing, “Qiaoqiao, don’t rush. It doesn’t hurt to be more prepared. Who knows what we’ll encounter going to the Divine Province…”
Before Yang Xirong could finish speaking, Mo Lian waved at her. “Don’t worry, Second Aunt-Master. Isn’t there always ?”
It’s because of you that there’s a cause for worry!
Yang Xirong harrumphed.
This Mo brat snatched her Qiaoqiao from the inn and ran off. Who knows what else he would do in the future.
Sigh, it really was worriso once children grew up.
Yang Xirong sighed and then followed them with her hands behind her back.
***
The next morning.
Qiao Mu and Mo Lian slept until the sun was high in the sky.
After washing up together, they were about to go downstairs to eat lunch when the innkeeper ran up the stairs and respectfully handed them an invitation.
Mo Lian took it and inspected it. His lips curled up into a sneer.
“Who sent the invitation?”
“Who else could it be.” Mo Lian held Qiao Mu’s petite hand and led her downstairs. “That Vassal Prince of Jianping.”
“Mo Kun?”
Crown Prince Mo nodded.
“What did he send an invitation for?”
Mo Lian looked over that invitation again with a scoff before burning it to ashes with a crimsom fla.
“That guy said that he had committed a breach of etiquette last ti and hopes to apologize during this banquet.”
“Oh.” Qiao Mu didn’t say anything else.
Mo Lian looked down at her in amusent. “So, should I go?”
Qiao Mu harrumphed. “What could be good about their gathering of prodigals? It’ll just be festive singing and dancing in the company of courtesans wearing revealing clothing.”
Mo Lian’s eyes lit up. He turned the little fellow around to face him. “Qiaoqiao, are you being jealous?”
Phooey! How could she be jealous?
Qiao Mu harrumphed stubbornly. She then peered at Crown Prince Mo. “Then are you going?”
Mo Lian imdiately shook his head. “No, no, not going.”
Qiao Mu’s petite face eased up.
Mo Lian walked downstairs while holding her hand. He noticed Second Aunt-Master by the window, looking at him sullenly.
He quickly walked over with Qiao Mu. “Second Aunt-Master.”
Crown Prince Mo respectfully bowed to Yang Xirong.
Yang Xirong, who had originally wanted to diss him, instantly had nothing to say…
This darn brat was acting docile in front of Qiaoqiao all day. That face of his really made it hard for one to stay angry.
“Qiaoqiao, if we are going to the Divine Province using a passageway, we have to wait at least four months.”
“No need.” Qiao Mu shook her head and said, “I have my own thod of going. There is no need to worry about this.”
As she said this, the windchi at the entrance rang.
Around a dozen won with slender waists walked in and made their way straight for Crown Prince Mo.
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