Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

The men of the Rong family have always respected and doted on their wives. There are only a few families with such a tradition in the entire Shengjing City.

However, even though Chu Xuanchi is a prince, he can still listen to Mo Zhaohua's words, which shows that he really cares about her.

Rong Hai followed with a smile, "This is what they call not being from the same family, not being able to enter the same door. Your Highness and Zhao Zhao are destined to be together."

Mo Zhaohua sighed in his heart, this was not destined by heaven, it was clearly the fate that Chu Xuanchi had exchanged his life for in his previous life.

Rong Shen volunteered, "I don't care about wine, sex, money or anger. I don't drink alcohol on weekdays. Today is a festival, I will risk my life to accompany my elders."

Rong Hai was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. "You are indeed a rare drinker. It's rare that you are willing to accompany me, so I won't go home until I am drunk."

Chu Xuanchi replaced wine with tea as he did last time, chatting and laughing with them. The atmosphere at the table was warm, lively and joyful.

Rong Shen seldom drinks and his alcohol tolerance is limited. After a few drinks, his face turned red and his eyes became blurry, but the smile on his face became wider.

He has always suppressed himself, and only after he got a little drunk did he say many things that he would never say in normal times.

"Your Highness, you have lived up to the king and the people. I hope you can do the same to Zhao Zhao in the future."

If he was sober, he would not have said such words to Chu Xuanchi out of courtesy, but it was okay under the influence of alcohol.

"Zhao Zhao has a miserable life. She has a bastard father who favors his concubine over his wife. Although we want to help her, our identities make it too inconvenient."

"Since Your Highness has married Zhao Zhao, please treat her well, so that she can have someone to rely on and have a promising future. Rong Shen would like to thank Your Highness here."

As Rong Shen spoke, he staggered to his feet, folded his hands and bowed to Chu Xuanchi with an extremely sincere attitude.

Chu Xuanchi promised solemnly, "Please rest assured, marrying Zhao Zhao is my greatest fortune in this life, and I will protect her with my life."

Rong Shen nodded his head, "Your Majesty, please remember what I said today. Although I, Rong Shen, am drunk, my mind is clear."

Mo Zhaohua was very worried when he saw that he was blushing and swaying, "Cousin, you'd better sit down quickly, be careful not to fall."

Rong Hai stood up and helped him sit down, pretending to be angry and said, "Okay, stop being drunk. If you continue like this, I won't take you out for a drink next time."

The Duke of Fuguo smiled and said to Chu Xuanchi: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Your Highness. Shen'er rarely drinks and his alcohol tolerance is really not good."

Chu Xuanchi also smiled gently, "It's okay, he is speaking the truth after drinking, which shows that he really treats Zhao Zhao well."

Looking at such a heartwarming scene, Mo Zhaohua was reminded of her previous life, when the entire Fuguo Mansion was destroyed in the snow because of her stupidity.

She sniffed, "Grandfather and his family have always treated Zhaozhao very well. They are the closest relatives that Zhaozhao should be grateful to and repay."

Chu Xuanchi looked at her with affection, "In the future, Zhao Zhao and I will thank and repay the kindness of our grandparents."

The Duke of Fuguo deliberately frowned, "It's too strange for a family to be so polite. I don't like you guys being like this."

Mo Zhaohua suppressed the emotions in his heart and said, "Zhao Zhao will only say this once and will never say more in the future."

Lunch continued with toasts and cups being passed around, even Rong Qing and Zhongli Xiu Ya took a few sips of wine.

***

House of Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue.

Mo Yun's family was also having lunch.

But the atmosphere in the dining hall is completely different from that in the Duke of Fuguo’s Mansion.

The masters ate in silence, and the maids served the dishes beside them, looking lifeless.

There were quite a few of them, in addition to the two main people, Mo Yun and Old Madam Mo, the two concubines also came.

Today, the two concubines do not have to serve the master, and it is a rare opportunity for them to sit down and eat at the same table with them.

Mo Shenghua and Mo Yaohua have long been accustomed to this kind of treatment; they are like direct descendants in the mansion.

Young Mo Qinghua came into contact with Mo Yun and seemed to shrink in front of him, which made Mo Yun increasingly displeased.

Aunt Qiao was on pins and needles. She didn't like her son to have contact with them and was afraid that he would be influenced by them.

She finally made it to the end of lunch, and then she felt as if she had been pardoned. She heaved a long sigh of relief and left with her son.

Mo Yaohua spat, "A foot-washing maid is not worthy of being on the stage, and the same goes for the son she gave birth to."

Mo Shenghua echoed, "It's all that old bitch's fault. She pretended to be a good person and helped the foot-washing maid to get promoted, and she also protected this kid."

They did not deliberately lower their voices, and even raised them a little, and all their words fell into Aunt Qiao's ears.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Qiao did not dare to turn back and question. She just paused slightly and continued walking forward holding the child's hand.

Mo Yaohua added: "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and Mo Zhaohua didn't even go back to her parents' home. Is she going to break off the relationship with Daddy?"

Madam Mo said unhappily, "After you finish eating, go back to the courtyard and rest. How can a girl like you have so much gossip?"

Mo Yaohua was dissatisfied, "She came back and made our Mo family a laughing stock in Shengjing City, and you still protected her."

The divorce of Rong Qing and Mo Yun caused a sensation in the city and is still a topic of conversation in major teahouses and restaurants.

Because of this incident, the matter of Mo Yaohua using pregnancy to gain power was brought up again, and it became the reason for her indignation today.

Lan Ruyu saw Mo Yun frowning, so she winked at her and said, "Yaoyao, go back and take a nap."

Mo Yaohua always listened to her, so she reluctantly stood up and was carefully helped by Jinqiu to leave the front yard.

Mo Shenghua asked Mo Yun, "Father, is that woman really not coming back today? Even if she marries into Prince Yu's mansion, she is still a daughter of the Mo family, right?"

Mo Yun thought for a moment and said, "How could he not come back? He probably went to the Fuguogong Mansion first and came back after lunch."

Mo Shenghua argued, "The father is the leader of the son, how can she go to the Fuguogong Mansion first? Wouldn't this disrupt the moral order?"

Mo Yun was also dissatisfied, but he knew his own limitations. "When she comes back, ask her yourself. I don't have the ability to do that."

The last time he went back home, he remembered how cold the floor was. Today was a holiday, and he didn't want to kneel down to her again.

Madam Mo sighed, "Ah...what sin have I committed that a good family has become like this?"

A servant came in and handed a visiting card. The person coming was Mrs. Mo's eldest sister-in-law, Zhao, whom she least wanted to see.

Madam Mo added insult to injury, her expression becoming even uglier, "She came here just because she smelled something, wanting to see me make a fool of myself."

Mo Shenghua said lightly, "If grandma doesn't want to see you, just ask someone to decline the invitation and tell them that you are not available today."

Madam Mo was helpless. "Even if you refuse this time, there will be a next time. You know who she is."

Mo Shenghua disagreed, "Grandma, why are you afraid of that woman? You have an imperial decree, and she is just a..."

Mo Yun interrupted him, "Alright, stop talking, let's go back to Yasongxuan. Since mother is going to meet guests, let's go back and prepare first."

Mo Shenghua has difficulty moving around, but he rarely leaves the yard and does not need a wheelchair. When he occasionally goes out of the city, he sits on a chair and is carried by someone.

Old Madam Mo left with him. Seeing him being carried away by two people, she felt very upset because this was her eldest grandson.

Mo Shenghua seemed quite comfortable sitting on the chair, and asked with a smile: "Grandma must really want a legitimate grandson, right?"