As soon as she lay down, her mind was full of the words Yu Siqiao said: I married you again.
Again...
I married you.
Mo Shu closed her eyes, and all she could see was his intense gaze.
What does this... an?
A terrifying guess in her heart was gradually magnifying.
Mo Shu was originally very tired, but her thoughts refused to stop spinning and jumping in her mind. Before long, Mo Shu was wide awake, feeling extrely alert.
Zhaozhu, attending to her nearby, saw this and whispered, "Princess, are you hungry? Shall I find you sothing to eat?"
Mo Shu shook her head, saying, "Pour a cup of tea, please."
"Yes, of course."
Zhaozhu quickly poured the tea, and Mo Shu drank it down in one gulp, then leaned against the bed to rest.
Mo Shu suddenly asked Sao Zha: [Is Yu Siqiao really Yu Siqiao?]
Sao Zha: [????]
[Is Yu Cang actually Yu Siqiao?]
Only then did Sao Zha understand, saying: [Yu Cang really is Yu Siqiao. His surna is Yu, and he’s called Cang, with the courtesy na Siqiao~]
Mo Shu let out a cold laugh, [You know exactly what I’m talking about.]
Sao Zha blinked, insisting on playing dumb: [I don’t know anything!]
Mo Shu sat up and further asked: [Is he my Yu Siqiao? Is he the father of the children?]
Hearing this, Sao Zha finally responded with a smile: [You know better than I do about this kind of thing. Even if I say he is, if you can’t accept it, you’ll still feel he isn’t. Only when you accept it in your heart will he truly be your husband.]
Mo Shu gazed intently.
So that ans...
Is that Yu Siqiao truly the Yu Siqiao?
Mo Shu’s heart suddenly raced faster.
The bold and frightening guess was fervently aligning with her hopes.
Suddenly, there was so commotion outside, and Mo Shu looked up.
Zhaozhu advised, "Princess, it seems the Prince Consort is back. You should cover your face."
With that, she handed Mo Shu the ornate and elaborate round fan from the side.
Zhaozhu said, "Sit upright quickly. It’s the first day of marriage, can’t be as casual as usual."
Upon hearing this, Mo Shu smiled and cooperatively sat up straight, looking towards the door.
Zhaozhu quickly raised the fan to cover her face, saying, "That’s better!"
The noisy voices outside ca closer, sounding clumsy with many n’s voices, in a playful and teasing tone.
Soon, the door was pushed open.
The wind outside blew in, carrying traces of alcohol.
Mo Shu quietly lowered the fan slightly, revealing half an eye to look over.
The groom was helped inside, surrounded by people from the Emperor’s side. Each one treated him like a close brother, extrely affectionate.
They settled Yu Siqiao, and those few people said, "Well, we’ll be leaving now!"
"A night of springti is worth a thousand gold!"
"Mr. Qiao is full of talent, and I genuinely admire him. It’s Mr. Qiao’s big wedding today; I won’t disturb him and will et again another day!"
Yu Siqiao laughed heartily, cheerful and joyful, yet with a drunken deanor, waving, "et again, et again!"
Those people reluctantly left.
Zhaozhu quickly stepped forward, asking, "Is the Prince Consort drunk?"
Yu Siqiao was half-lying on the table, shook his head, and said softly, "Close the door."
Zhaozhu promptly did as told.
As soon as the door closed, the man who had looked like a complete drunkard suddenly jumped up, his face full of energy, his eyes bright and spirited, with none of the previous drunken semblance.
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