The people around him who originally treated him with polite respect now all adopted the attitude they would use with a master.
Fortunately, Yu Siqiao had long since grown accustod to this kind of service, and could therefore accept it with a clear conscience.
Within the borders of Mo Yan Country, the atmosphere was quite lively recently.
Many people had already assud, when the results of the literary examination were released, that the chosen Prince Consort would undoubtedly be Xuanyuan Yichuan.
Who could have known, when the actual results ca out, it would deliver a hard slap in the face to many people.
Xuanyuan Yichuan... actually lost?!
Nurous friends and admirers of Xuanyuan Yichuan in the Capital, upon hearing this news, were all in an uproar!
Who is Xuanyuan Yichuan?
Talented, outstanding in martial arts, and upright in character, he was the kind of esteed young gentleman of whom every elder spoke highly.
Yet, such a universally praised and respected good child, good man, and good brother, had unexpectedly lost to so no-na nobody.
This left many people in shock, finding it hard to believe.
And yet, the facts were laid out before them.
The news of Xuanyuan Yichuan’s defeat quickly spread from one to ten, to hundreds, making the Capital extrely lively.
Such sensational rumors not only spread widely but also made the na of this heretofore unknown Prince Consort popular.
The storytellers spoke vividly, and the signs outside the teahouses were adorned with bright and shiny big characters: Take Down the Enemy in One Move, Xuanyuan Yichuan Defeated!
Everyone was deeply invested, growing more curious about this mysterious Prince Consort.
In contrast to the external tumult, within the Xuanyuan family, it was unusually quiet.
Xuanyuan Yichuan had been secluded behind closed doors for several days, locking himself in his room, uninterested in food or drink, and seeing no one.
Luo Changfeng had visited several tis, but had been turned away each ti.
Like many others, he had believed this victory was certain, and that his good brother could finally get what he wished for.
But unexpectedly, a small guard appeared out of nowhere, marking a blemish on Xuanyuan Yichuan’s life...
Luo Changfeng was also extrely dissatisfied.
After visiting the Xuanyuan ho a few tis and being turned away several tis, he finally stord angrily to the Imperial Palace, directly demanding to see the Princess.
Mo Shu was almost driven mad by this.
First, she had to oversee the tailoring of her wedding dress, entangled with those tailors for a long ti, then the Emperor sent a nanny every day to cultivate a relationship with her, so she could have soone close by her side in the future.
The Emperor did this for her own good.
However, though Mo Shu understood, she was still unwilling to manage these botherso matters and only wanted to cooperate quietly with her children growing up, content at heart.
But since she was getting married, and the Emperor attached great importance to it, Mo Shu could only go along with it.
Upon hearing that Luo Changfeng had arrived, listening to Zhao i’s description, he seed furious, she already had an idea.
This Young Heir Luo ca to lend voice and demand answers for his good brother.
The two little ones of over seven months were chasing each other, the two brothers crawling faster and faster, laughing and squealing with joy; suddenly, Little Tangguan crawled towards Mo Shu, "Mama!"
Mo Shu was taken aback.
Beside her, Ji Nan was also surprised.
Mo Shu asked in disbelief, "Did you hear that?"
Ji Nan nodded, shocked, "Really? That was so fast?"
Mo Shu was overjoyed, picking up Little Tangguan, "Did you say mama?"
Little Tangguan grinned, two small white baby teeth glistening with drool, "Ah woo!"
Little Honey Jar also wanted Mama to hold him, tugging at her skirt, "Ah..."
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