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

After burning the Buddhist scriptures copied by Mo Yaohua, Mo Zhaohua wanted to burn the ones he copied himself.

These three volumes of Buddhist scriptures were carefully selected by her, and she would bathe and burn incense before copying them every day.

Amber came over holding the Buddha, "The amulet in the past was three volumes, and today's blessing sutra is also three volumes."

Mo Zhaohua took a scroll of Buddhist scriptures and said, "Ahem... I advise you not to guess, otherwise you will guess wrong again."

Amber's eyes were teasing, "How can this be wrong? The master and the mistress, plus our future male master."

Mo Zhaohua put the Buddhist scriptures into the brazier one by one, "Father has people praying for him, why should I do this?"

Amber was not only curious, but also dared to ask, "Huh? There is no master's? Then what are these three volumes of Buddhist scriptures..."

"One is for my grandfather to live as long as the Southern Mountains, one is for my mother to be healthy, and one is for His Majesty the Prince to recover soon."

There are only his own people here, so Mo Zhaohua dares to speak out his thoughts. He also deliberately says this to Yueying, believing that Yueying will tell Chu Xuanchi.

On the other side, Mo Yaohua helped the old lady back to Yishou Hall.

The two of them didn't communicate much along the way, and Mo Yaohua couldn't help but worry, fearing that Mo Zhaohua would take away her favor.

The old lady had indeed been comparing Mo Zhaohua and Mo Yaohua, and gradually felt that the latter was not as good as she thought.

On the contrary, Mo Zhaohua was very proper in what she said and did, just like a lady from a noble family should be, which made Mo Yaohua look even more petty.

Although she didn't want to admit it, Rong Qing was indeed impeccable in every aspect as the mistress, and she had also been a face of the Shangshu Mansion over the years.

The more the old lady thought about it, the more she looked down upon Mo Yaohua, especially since she had lost the chance to enter Prince Qi's mansion, and if she really went there she could only be a concubine.

While she was thinking, she saw Mo Yaohua squatting in front of her and massaging her legs, "Is grandma angry with Yaoyao?"

The old lady's tone was a little cold. "You are so unwilling to copy the Buddhist scriptures? Did you put on a show for me before?"

Mo Yaohua denied, "No, grandma, I really like to worship Buddha. This time, it was just because my elder sister deliberately made things difficult for me..."

The old lady sneered, "The Buddhist scriptures were taken from me, are you saying that I am making things difficult for you?"

"No, no..." Mo Yaohua always felt that something was wrong with the old lady today, and he felt even more panicked.

The old lady's voice sank, "Does that mean that our Mo family's ancestors are not worthy of the blessing of the person that King Qi holds dearest?"

Mo Yaohua thought so in her heart, but she dared not admit it, "Grandma misunderstood, my granddaughter just..."

She didn't know why her grandmother's attitude had changed so much, but she was sure that Mo Zhaohua had said bad things about her and took away her grandmother's love for her.

In fact, Mo Zhaohua was not too deliberate. He only showed some eye drops occasionally, such as when he went to Baohua Temple to pick up the old lady, or when he was copying Buddhist scriptures.

Gradually, a rift has developed between the grandfather and the grandson. Moreover, since there is little hope for Mo Yaohua to marry Prince Qi as his concubine, the mentality of a realistic person like the old lady will naturally change.

Adding all these things together, Mo Yaohua's so-called favor gradually dissipated like bubbles.

Now the old lady was too lazy to even listen to the explanation, "No need to say anything, your hand hurts, then go back and rest."

The order to expel had been issued, and even if Mo Yaohua wanted to explain more, she no longer had the chance to speak and could only leave reluctantly.

The old lady was very disappointed with her. "She is really incapable of accomplishing anything, but always fails. She is just like her mother, who can only rely on her seductive skills to get into bed."

Nanny Liu wanted to say something good about Mo Yaohua, but she didn't know how to say it, as it seemed that there was nothing she could praise about him.

It seems that I have to be more careful in the future and stop clinging to the Third Miss, lest the old lady get upset if she finds out.

***

That night.

The study room of the Royal Palace.

Chu Xuanchi was reading Yueying's report letter today.

In the letter, Yueying wrote about how Mo Zhaohua copied Buddhist scriptures to pray for him.

Chu Xuanchi did not believe in gods or Buddhas, he only believed in himself, but after reading the letter, he still felt a little happy.

Wuying did not read the contents of the letter, but Yueying also wrote him a letter, which mentioned Mo Zhaohua.

The more times he watched, the more he looked forward to it. "Master, Miss Mo seems to really have some feelings for you."

Chu Xuanchi gave him the letter and said, "If her feelings are genuine, I will not let her down. If they are false..."

The following words were not pleasant to hear, but there was no need to say them out loud. Wuying naturally understood that if he dared to plot against his master, he would have to pay the price.

Wuying walked to the candlestick, took off the lampshade, and burned the letter. This was the best way to leave no evidence or handle.

But he didn't understand why his master kept the original visiting card and placed it in a prominent place on the desk.

Could it be that the master has actually had feelings for Miss Mo for a long time?

From his investigation results, it seems that Miss Mo was once the princess's study companion, which means she may have had some interactions with her master during her childhood.

So the master is actually a childhood sweetheart of Miss Mo, just like Prince Qi?

Henry Chu saw Wuying staring at him in a daze, and an unhappy look appeared on his face, "What are you thinking about?"

Wuying quickly collected his thoughts and denied it quickly, "No, nothing..."

If the master knew that he was thinking about the private affairs of the master and Miss Mo, he would probably be punished.

Punishment is a small matter. What he fears most is that his master will not let him serve him closely. How can he protect his master then?

Chu Xuanchi picked up the glass teacup beside him and took a sip. "Is there any progress on that matter?"

Wuying lowered his head and said, "Master, please forgive me. I am incompetent and there has been no new progress so far..."

Chu Xuanchi had a blank expression on his face. "Nothing. It's been too long. It's difficult to investigate. Don't worry."

If it were so easy to find out the truth, he wouldn't have waited until today, but no matter how difficult it is, he won't give up!