That Dong Fang Shixian is really a coward.
Four chariots, Mourng Yueluo one, Gu Xing Chen one, Pan's one, Jiao's one, and Gao Ran and He Lan Qing Er one. At midway, Dong Fang Shixian was holding his stomach and twisted his face as if he was in extreme pain. He got off the chariot and went to the doctor's shop. Jiao's heart ached for Dong Fang Shixian, her precious son, who wanted to follow him down. However, Mourng Yueluo raised the curtain and said indifferently: "Madam Wang, please go ahead. Dong Fang Shixian's health is important. After all, there is another Wang family wife who can defend you. As you two are step-sisters and have some family relationship, it will be more convincing."
After listening, Jiao's family dare not move.
That Pan's, just not throwing dirty water on the Wenxin Marquis' Mansion is her best bet.
Moreover, Dong Fang Shixian has a doctor treating him. If she follows him there, she will only be causing unnecessary worry. It would be better if she didn't go and instead cried to the emperor about the misunderstanding.
"Aunt, I will accompany Brother Shixian. You can rest assured," said He Lan Qing Er in a coquettish tone.
"Still, Qing'er really understands people's feelings." Jiao's lightly patted He Lan Qing'er's handback, feeling quite reassured.
Jiao secretly sighed, if He Lan Qing Er wasn't of a lower status, she would be an excellent candidate for a son-in-law. Compared to the troublesome Ruo Jia Princess, rumors said she was beautiful, kind-hearted, obedient and had a good understanding of affairs. However, Jiao felt that she was nothing but a source of trouble and was arrogant and impolite.
Haha, if Mourng Yueluo were to know what Jiao's thoughts were at this very moment, she would only want to roll her eyes.
In a previous life, she acted humble and submitted, not treating herself as the Ruo Jia Princess but rather as a princess consort. She served her parents-in-law with all her heart and soul, not only managing the household meticulously but also supplementing the Wenxin Marquis' Mansion with her dowry. She made Jiao, the matriarch of the household, feel comfortable and even received praise from the dowager mother.
Right, there is also an old lady in the Wenxin Marquis' Mansion, who is Jiao's mother-in-law.
This old lady, though she appears to be indifferent on the surface, is actually very sharp.
Dong Fang Shixian probably acts like the old dowager, hiding behind his relatives and enjoying all the benefits.
Huh, let's get back to the topic. Let's talk about He Lan Qing Er helping Dong Fang Shixian get off the chariot.
"Eastern Prince Shixian, it would be better if you ride in Gu's carriage," said Gu Xing Chen, who always stretched out his voice, making it sound elongated.
Only Mourng Yuelao could tell that Gu Xing Chen's such casualness was purely a sign of his disdain for Dong Fang Shixian. Yet, Dong Fang Shixian acted as if he were overjoyed by the favor, quickly making a bow to express his gratitude and then without any hesitation, pulled He Lan Qing'er onto the carriage.
"Go down." Mourng Yueluo looked at Gu Xing Chen, who had sneakily entered through the car curtain.
In a previous life, Gu Xing Chen was surrounded by many women, but he never got attached to any of them.
In this life, he seems a bit like a street urchin.
"Princess, why should Gu Xing Chen avoid suspicion? He's not a weakling." Gu Xing Chen wrapped his arms around his chest and laughed casually.
Look, Gu Xing Chen is a heartless man who acts only for the sake of watching the show.
Just as the words fell, Mourng Yueluo fiercely slapped Gu Xing Chen on the face, breaking half of her manicure nail painted with red polish.
Haha, Mourng Yueluo is clearly taking revenge on Gu Xing Chen for his excessive enjoyment in bed, which has left her bones weak and limp.
"Princess, this is how your Mourng royal family treats Gu Xing Chen." Gu Xing Chen raised his hand to touch his cheek, staring at the blood left on his palm and licking it with his tongue, adding a touch of evil charm. This made Mourng Yueluo unintentionally stunned for a moment.
In an instant, Mourng Yueluo was kissed by Gu Xing Chen, which was both irritating and funny.
Alas, she had more important matters to attend to. She simply lightly tapped her toe, unleashed her lightness skills, freely floating like a butterfly amidst the flowers, and caught a magnificent horse without an owner on the road. She threw some silver coins and mounted the horse, galloping away. The red skirt of hawthorn blossoms fluttered in the air, like a phoenix soaring up nine thousand miles high, brilliant and eye-catching.
Yes, Mourng Yueluo, the Ruo Jia Princess Mo, is not just a gentlewoman confined to the indoors, but also an expert in acrobatics.
