Thus, the matter was concluded, and Duke Li Guo decided not to pursue it further. He rose, bade farewell to Nangong Yi, and left the palace with the continuously coughing Mo Qingshan.
When they reached the palace gate, they found Mo Zili and Mo Ziqi both there, one leaning leisurely against the Stone Lion at the entrance, arms crossed, casually watching the sunset on the horizon,while the other paced back and forth at the palace gate, his expression gloomy as if facing a formidable enemy.
Upon seeing Duke Li Guo, Mo Zili quickly walked over, knelt before him, and said in a deep voice, "Grandfather, please take into the palace. I have urgent matters that require to see the Emperor."
Duke Li Guo’s face darkened as he asked, "What are you going in there for? Is it about your divorce from the Wu Family?"
Mo Zili said candidly, "Exactly. I wish to ask the Emperor to grant his favor, for I do not wish to divorce."
Duke Li Guo looked around, saw nobody passing by except a few guards standing far away, and scolded in a low voice, "You fool, if you didn’t want to divorce, why did you do such a stupid thing, causing your father to be scolded by Marquis of Jian’an, nearly dying from anger in the Royal Study? Now that the Edict has been issued, allowing you both to divorce, the matter has been settled, and there’s no turning back. Why are you still causing such a fuss? Hurry back ho, pack up Lady Wu’s bridal gifts, and return them to their family—that’s what’s proper."
Hearing this, Mo Zili looked up at his grandfather, his eyes brimming with a faint plea, his voice low and filled with sorrow, "Grandfather, I don’t want to divorce. Please help !"
Of the three grandsons in the mansion, only Mo Zijing was easygoing, humble, and polite; both Mo Ziqi and Mo Zili were of a reserved nature, and since childhood, he had never seen either brother plead with anyone. This imploring look from Mo Zili was the first his grandfather had ever seen.
The elderly man’s heart ached for his grandson, but there was nothing he could do about the irrevocable matter; he could only sigh and say, "My child, if you couldn’t bear to divorce her, why did you hesitate until now? Now that the Emperor has spoken, the matter is as fixed as wood ford into a boat—how could it change? Do you think this is children playing house, where you can divorce or not divorce at will? Not to ntion the attitude of the Marquis and his wife, your wife likely has no desire to live with you anymore. Ah, a twisted lon is not sweet. Why must you hang yourself on one tree? Besides, our family is not incapable of finding another bride for you. Forget about this wife, I will find you another suitable marital match that will satisfy you."
Mo Zili stared resolutely at Duke Li Guo and declared firmly, "Grandfather, I don’t want anyone else, I only want her. I do not wish to divorce."
Unable to listen any longer, Mo Qingshan angrily exclaid, "You evil barrier, hasn’t your grandfather already spoken clearly enough... cough, cough, cough, do you understand? Once divorced, it’s like water... cough, cough, thrown out, it can’t be taken back. Now get up! In such a public place, kneeling here... cough... what kind of spectacle is this? Aren’t you embarrassed enough by the dishonor you’ve brought upon our family... cough, cough, cough..."
Mo Qingshan, one hand pounding on his chest, the other tremblingly pointing at Mo Zili, shook uncontrollably with anger, struggling to express himself clearly.
Mo Zili lowered his head and let his father denounce him but remained obstinately kneeling, unwilling to stand up, for he knew if he didn’t ask the Emperor to revoke the decree now, it would be even less possible later...
The sun had gradually set, sinking into the western horizon, and the brilliant twilight adorned Qingyun Town with a faint layer of gold, creating a stunningly beautiful scene.
Having had her fill of sleep, Cai Wei erged from Space and headed straight for the town’s most renowned restaurant—the Zuixian Residence.
Reviews
All reviews (0)