Approximately around the 4th hour, Yu Zong's son, Yu Shouyi was awakened from his deep sleep by the sound of knocking on the door.
"Roujia, are you still sleeping?" asked Dongfang Shixian softly.
"Awakened." Mo Yueluo opened her eyes, and everything was clear.
Afterwards, Gu Xingchen also woke up, and he gently touched Mo Yueluo in an evil manner.
Mo Yueluo still had some face, at least for now, she couldn't afford to be seen with Dongfang Shixian in a disagreement. She could only force herself to swallow one plea after another, silently cursing Gu Xingchen in her heart hundreds of times.
This guy, looks weak but is actually brutish.
Unfortunately, when it comes to matters of love and romance, Mo Yuelao always maintains a dignified demeanor, and she is no match for Gu Xingchen. Gu Xingchen merely flicked his fingers like a graceful willow shoot, and Mo Yuelao couldn't help but emit an "Ah" sound, truly becoming soft to the bones.
"Roujia, what's wrong?" Dongfang Shixian shouted, trying to guess.
"Prince Dongfang, no problem. The Empress saw a mouse only." Mo Yueluo said indifferently.
"Roujia, should I come in to help you catch the mouse?" asked Dongfang Shixian, his tone incredibly humble.
"Prince Dongfang, it's unnecessary. You should think more about how to settle down the Jiaoke woman. The Jiaoke woman is a pitiful person, and since I have encountered her, I cannot simply leave her be." Mo Yueluo said indifferently.
When mentioning Jiaoke, Dongfang Shixian fell into a state of sorrow and left slowly.
Having confirmed that Dongfang Shixian had left, Mo Yuelao kicked Gu Xingchen away with a kick.
"Roujia, you have such a heart. I was just trying to comfort you." Gu Xingchen lay on the ground, propping his arms under his head, in an attitude of laziness, completely indifferent to the slight pain.
"Gu Xingchen, if you do it again next time without thinking it through, I don't mind sending you to Pingkang Fang for some good discipline." Mo Yuelao had already gotten up and sat in front of the yellow sandalwood mirror stand with a gentle smile on her face. Her eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised in annoyance.
To be honest, Mo Yuelao never liked surprises.
In her previous life, Dongfang Shixian always surprised her, and Mo Yuelao was forced to smile.
For example, on the day of Mo Yuelao's birthday, Dongfang Shixian prepared a flower room. The entire room was filled with jasmine, including ones with canopies, tigers' heads, and pearls, all of which were not to her liking.
For instance, on the day Mo Yuelao married Dongfang Shixian, he commemorated this day by cooking soup. Then, Mo Yuelao listened to the Lady Jia of Wenzheng for three hours in a row to prepare a bowl of burnt noodles.
However, at that time, Mo Yuelao patiently ate a few mouthfuls, then she took matters into her own hands and cooked three bowls of wonton noodles, which were not inferior in taste to the chef of Duke Wen's mansion.
For example, Dongfang Shixian collected Mo Yuelao's spare time poems and compiled them into a poetry collection, which was circulated publicly. This made Mo Yuelao secretly uneasy.
Is this a surprise?
This is a shock.
Mo Yuelao, as well, cares about her reputation.
"Roujia, you might as well try it and see who needs the discipline of Pingkang Fang more." Gu Xingchen hooked his lips into a smile, neither smiling nor laughing. Mo Yuelao felt a bit of goose bumps on her back.
Gu Xingchen, for all his faults, is still the head of the Gu family in Yi Province. Mo Yuelao may not be able to outmaneuver him.
Furthermore, in her previous life, Gu Xingchen had helped her multiple times. There is no need to be so targeted at him.
"Alright, Gu sir, this empress is returning to her natal home for a three-day visit. You are free to leave." Mo Yuelao tried to maintain the dignity of Empress Ruanjia and waved her hand.
Unfortunately, Gu Xingchen has a small mind and holds a grudge against the kick to his heart he had received earlier.
He hugged Mo Yuelao into his arms, indicating that he was going to enjoy himself.
The clothes were shed, and the sweat mixed with the powder on the cheeks.
