Seeing the displeasure on Sikong Mo’s face, Ye Jiu walked over, gently embraced him, and reached out a hand to smooth his furrowed brow, "Cheer up, precisely because she wants to see you suffer, you should live even more happily for her to see."
Having once seen the deepest mories in Sikong Mo’s heart, Ye Jiu naturally knew the many cruel things the Sikong Yun clan had done to him. He also knew that Sikong Yun dread of seeing him live in pain.
But it won’t happen, because she’s here, Sikong Yun can’t have her way, as she wants Sikong Mo to be happy and live a lifeti of happiness with her.
"Rest assured, she can’t affect much." Sikong Mo just felt that the person by her side acted too strangely, and everything with her was even more bizarre.
Ye Jiu knew of course that Sikong Yun was no match for Sikong Mo.
However, Sikong Yun held a significant advantage in terms of status; she was Sikong Mo’s mother and had the power to decide their future with a single word.
But right now, Ye Jiu didn’t want to add any pressure to Sikong Mo.
Eventually, Sikong Mo spoke up: "Tomorrow she will enter the palace, Jiujiu, after dealing with your granduncle, shall we get married, okay?"
"Okay." Ye Jiu knew her body was still young, but she couldn’t bear to refuse him.
He had waited for her for six years; ti truly flew by quickly.
Sikong Mo was finally satisfied.
"If the old Princess Consort disagrees tomorrow, it’s okay, I have a way." Ye Jiu said.
"She will agree." As long as she still wanted Rong Che’s life, Sikong Mo thought.
When Sikong Mo left the space, it was already late at night.
He opened the door and walked out from inside.
Si Bei appeared before him, "Master, there’s so movent from the old Princess Consort’s side."
Sikong Mo imdiately looked up, staring at Si Bei.
Continuing, Si Bei reported: "The masked man in black by the old Princess Consort’s side entered her room after dinner and hasn’t co out yet."
After speaking, a hint of humiliation flashed across Si Bei’s face.
Sikong Yun should have avoided suspicion as a widow, even if nothing improper happened with that masked man in her room, spending the night alone with him certainly invited criticism.
Especially since she, as the old Princess Consort of the Sikong Royal Residence, represented not just herself but the entire Royal Residence’s reputation.
Her actions were tantamount to trampling on the old Prince’s face!
Si Bei was unaware that the old Prince’s reputation had long been thrown into a muck pit by Sikong Yun, where she occasionally stirred with a stick.
After Si Bei finished speaking, a murderous aura surged within Sikong Mo.
Then, with a grim expression, he headed towards Sikong Yun’s courtyard.
"Prince, tomorrow the old Princess Consort will pay respects to the Emperor and Empress; now is not a good ti to fall out with her!" Just one more step, even with hate, you must hold back.
Sikong Mo clenched his fists tightly, unable to conceal the hatred and humiliation in his eyes, his entire body chilled to the core.
In the end, he was selfish, once tomorrow passed, he would get what he wanted, then...
In his mind, he recalled the words his father spoke before departing, "Amo, you’re a boy. Now that your father is gone, you are the master of the Royal Residence, the only support for your mother. During your father’s absence, you must practice martial arts diligently and shoulder the burdens of the Royal Residence, protecting your mother."
But at that ti, his father surely didn’t know that woman could have many supports, and the protection provided by father and son was unnecessary to her.
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