There were many scoldings from Lady Jiao, the wife of Wenxin Marquis, towards Murong Yue Luo.
But the wife of Pingjin Marquis, Pan, acted as if she was enjoying the sight and making things worse. Plus, this was in Dashun Palace, so Jiao could only swallow her anger and leave angrily.
Pan saw that Jiao had left, and there was no reason for her to stay either.
However, seeing Jiao's humiliation was extremely enjoyable.
Paニn thought for a moment, then deeply bowed to Murong Yue Luo with a smile blooming on her lips: "Princess Ancestral, on the day of your move-in banquet, remember me. Although I am not talented, I can help you block my elder sister, and we need not let a bad reputation fall on us."
Murong Yue Luo smiled and said, "Madam Pingjin, what a wonderful person! The Empress remembers it." Her eyes twinkled with grace, captivating Pan's attention.
The legendary gentle and kind Empress Roujia, she's not just a delicate flower.
Paニn thought so, and decided to show even greater respect towards Empress Roujia in the future.
"Yueluo, that wife of Pingjin Marquis is small-minded and has strong jealousy. She often quarrels with your mother-in-law. You'd better keep away and be careful not to be used as a pawn." Empress Ma pulled Murong Yue Luo gently and advised softly.
"Is that all the intimate words your Majesty has for me?" Murong Yue Luo sighed softly.
Well, she had let down the Empress Ma once again.
She didn't know how many times she would be disappointed by Empress Ma before finally being completely disappointed.
"Yueluo, since you have decided to live a good life with the Eastern Prince, you can't be too demanding. Occasionally staying in Zita Palace is fine, but you can't stay in Zita Palace and never come out. You must maintain good relations with the Marquisess of Wenxin. When the Eastern Prince is not around, you should spend more time with the Marquisess of Wenxin..." Empress Ma began to nag on and on.
Murong Yue Luo rubbed her forehead, letting the words go in one ear and out the other.
"Yueluo, don't think that your mother is nagging, for I have been through it all." Empress Ma sounded a bit melancholic.
She could tell that Murong Yue Luo was very determined and wouldn't take her advice.
"Mother, my child is tired. My child was tortured all night by that Lord Gu. You say that he, as the head of the Gu family, even though he has been drugged with Huanxiang powder, should have some self-control." Murong Yueluo sighed deeply and began to walk slowly.
At this moment, she had no interest in soothing Empress Ma.
Indeed, the words "tortured" made Empress Ma's old face flush with embarrassment.
Murong Yueluo took the opportunity to walk away, and then left Dashun Palace, still riding a horse, the long whip held in her palm rising and falling with her will, so free and easy.
Entering the residence of Marquis Wenxin, she went straight to the Yunyun courtyard.
In the Yunyun courtyard, Lv Yun and Huahua had already packed their bags, eagerly awaiting the chance to leave for Zita Palace. They would take shelter under any roof, as long as it wasn't in the dirty environment of Marquis Wenxin's residence.
"Your Majesty, why don't you bitterly plead with the emperor to issue a divorce decree together?" Lv Yun gathered the courage to whisper in Murong Yueluo's ear.
"Green Cloud, it's no use. The king never breaks his word," Huahua whispered back.
There's no such thing as being given a marriage mandate first and then divorced later. It would be detrimental to the dignity of the emperor. Of course, from the perspective of a father, if he loves his daughter, the divorce decree would have been issued long ago.
"How true that you, Huahua, are like the worm in my belly." Murong Yueluo couldn't help but pinch Huahua's cheek.
Huahua understood all of Murong Yueluo's plans.
"Your Highness, I still hope that you and the Eastern Prince can divorce." Lv Yun faintly said.
"Green Cloud, who said I can't divorce? I'm just taking my time." Murong Yueluo rummaged through the innermost drawer of the Xi Fan Lian Xiang table made of Zixiang wood and pulled out a jar of secretely stored Sanglu wine. She unscrewed the cork, poured herself a mouthful, and it was truly refreshing.
Too bad, the Sanglu wine is too mild and cannot express her joy.
In her previous life, the Eastern Prince Xian Cheng did not like women who drank alcohol, so she had given up this habit.
In this life, she would never give up herself for any man.
