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

During lunch, drinks were served to the men.

Mo Zhaohua took a special look at Chu Xuanchi, knowing that he was not suitable to drink as his injuries had not yet healed.

Chu Xuanhan was sitting next to Chu Xuanchi. When he saw her raise her eyes, he thought she was looking at him.

After she was granted marriage, he looked for her and tried to persuade her to cancel the engagement by using the Fuguogong Mansion, but unfortunately he failed to convince her in the end.

After lunch, everyone was free to do what they wanted. At 3 p.m., they went to the back garden to recite poems and compose couplets. The eldest princess and her husband came up with a pair of excellent prizes.

At that time, the first place in reciting poems and composing couplets will receive prizes respectively. It will be even more amazing if one person can win alone.

Mo Zhaohua only paid attention to Mo Yaohua, and soon heard Jinqiu exclaim in a low voice, "Oh...what's wrong with you?"

It turned out that a maid accidentally spilled tea on Mo Yaohua. It was such a coincidence that among the many male and female guests, she was the only one who had an accident.

The small commotion attracted the attention of the male guests. Jinqiu quickly stood behind her, saying that it was indecent for a woman to have her clothes wet, and she needed to change her clothes quickly.

The maid explained aggrievedly, "Please forgive me, young lady. I didn't mean to do that. Someone bumped into me."

Mo Yaohua had a gentle smile on his face, "It's okay, it's not your fault, I'll go change it."

The maid was as if she had been pardoned. "Thank you for your understanding, young lady. Please follow me. Do you need me to prepare some clothes for you?"

Mo Yaohua acted harmless and said, "I have prepared something, but it's in the carriage. I have to ask Jinqiu to get it."

"There are too many people here. Miss, please follow me first. I will send your maid out to get clothes." The maid took Mo Yaohua and his servant away.

This little accident was over, but Mo Zhaohua's mind became active. Mo Yaohua's plan for today was probably finally beginning.

Rong Yue had never liked Mo Yaohua since she was a child, and wrinkled her nose when she saw this, "Cousin, why is she so troublesome?"

Mo Zhaohua smiled and comforted her, "It was just an accident. Someone else got her clothes wet. How can you blame her?"

Someone sneered, "That maid is really stupid. How can the young lady go out without bringing spare clothes? The Shangshu Mansion will not treat concubines harshly."

Someone immediately echoed, "That's right, other mansions might treat them harshly, but the Minister of Revenue's mansion would never do that."

Someone asked curiously, "Why is this? Is there any difference between the residence of the Minister of Revenue and other families?"

The person in front answered, "Mrs. Lan in the Shangshu Mansion is a special favorite. How could Shangshu Mo be willing to treat her daughter harshly?"

Someone looked at Mo Zhaohua with a complicated expression. The news that Mo Yun favored his concubine and killed his wife had already spread throughout the entire Shengjing City.

Mo Zhaohua said calmly, "I wonder how this young lady got to know such a thing, to the point of saying it out loud?"

The young lady replied, "It was Miss Mo Shuhua who said it herself, so I thought it couldn't be false."

Mo Shuhua is Mo Zhaohua's cousin. She was the one who served as the official at her last coming-of-age ceremony. She is now fourteen years old.

Rong Yue rushed to answer, "Then you are right. Minister Mo will not treat the children born to Aunt Lan harshly."

Mo Zhaohua glanced in the direction where Mo Yaohua left and winked at Yueying.

Yueying nodded and immediately followed Mo Yaohua. No one else noticed this.

Mo Zhaohua then retracted his gaze, "Okay, Yueyue, family disgrace should not be made public, please save some face for me and my mother."

The more Rong Yue spoke, the more she felt wronged. "Cousin, they are going too far. You and your aunt are really wronged."

Mo Zhaohua suddenly remembered that Rong Yue in her previous life had also said such words, but because she treated Mo Yaohua as her own sister, she said a lot of good things about her.

Thinking back now, Mo Zhaohua wanted to slap himself twice to wake up from his ignorance and stupidity for taking Rong Yue's kindness for granted.

She looked at Rong Yue gratefully, "It's okay, Yueyue, don't mother and I still have you?"

Rong Yue was a little outspoken, "It would be better if my aunt divorced, and then grandfather and father would take her away..."

"Ahem..." Mo Zhaohua coughed lightly to remind them. How could they talk about divorce in front of outsiders?

Rong Yue reacted and quickly shut her mouth, but the atmosphere was still awkward and she was filled with shame.

Mo Zhaohua looked towards the male guests. Chu Xuanchi was still there, but Chu Xuanhan was nowhere to be seen.

The poetry competition is in progress, and works are sent to the princess one after another. After everyone has finished writing poems, the order will be shuffled and then the couplets will be selected for evaluation.

Yueying came back shortly afterwards and whispered to Mo Zhaohua. She listened without changing her expression. Things were pretty much as she had guessed, except that the ending would not be what Mo Yaohua wished.

She chatted with the people around her for a few words and deliberately asked, "Why hasn't my third sister come back to change her clothes?"

A young lady answered, "It seems like he's been gone for a while."

When Mo Yaohua was mentioned, Rong Yue frowned, "Cousin shouldn't have brought her here. She will only cause trouble."

Someone echoed, "A concubine's daughter has never seen the world. Bringing her out would only bring disgrace to others."

Yueying asked cooperatively, "Miss, do you want me to go look for the Third Miss?"

Mo Zhaohua nodded and said, "Go ahead, Third Sister, stay out of the house and don't offend any nobles."

Although her voice was not loud, the people around her could hear it clearly, which deepened their impression of Mo Yaohua.

Chu Xuanchi had been at the men's section when Fengying suddenly came over from a distance and whispered to him. There was nothing unusual on his face, he just glanced at Mo Zhaohua.

A moment later, the maid who spilled the tea came hurriedly over, looking nervous and wanting to whisper something to the princess.