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

Mo Zhaohua had a nightmare.

She dreamed that the pearl from her previous life was cut in half, and blood gushed out from the wound, staining the blue bricks on the floor of Fengyi Palace red.

Pearl crawled on her hands, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. She crawled to her side and hugged her for help, "My lady, save me. My lady, save me..."

Mo Zhaohua had lost his tongue and could not speak. He could only look at Zhenzhu's half body. At this moment, he heard a voice calling her, as if it came from another world.

She looked around anxiously but didn't see anyone. Instead, the voice became clearer and clearer, "Miss, wake up."

In the carriage, Zhenzhu was frightened by the scene before her. She saw Mo Zhaohua trembling all over, his fists clenched, and his face full of tears.

She guessed this was a nightmare, and she shouted and shook him hard, but still failed to wake him up, so she took a sip of tea and sprayed it on Mo Zhaohua's face, "Poof..."

Mo Zhaohua instantly woke up from his nightmare and shouted, "Pearl!"

The name that had not been called out before was now called out, not only with a crying tone, but also with extreme sadness.

"Miss, I'm here." Zhenzhu responded while gently wiping the water stains off Mo Zhaohua's face with a handkerchief.

"It's great that you're still here." Mo Zhaohua hugged Zhenzhu tightly. He had just woken up from a nightmare and felt a sense of joy of regaining what he had lost.

Zhenzhu was younger than Mo Zhaohua, but she coaxed her like a child, "Miss, are you having a nightmare?"

After he recovered, Mo Zhaohua felt a little embarrassed, "Well... what a terrible nightmare."

Pearl comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, Miss. It's just a dream. Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Mo Zhaohua's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Yes, it was just a dream."

She swore that she would never let the tragedy happen again in this life!

***

at dusk.

The setting sun shines on the carriage.

The carriage, casting a shadow, stopped in front of the Shangshu Mansion.

Mo Yun and Rong Qing, along with their two concubines and two illegitimate sons, stood at the door with their servants. Only Mo Yaohua and his servant did not come.

The old lady was very satisfied with this. She always liked to mobilize a large number of troops so as to highlight her status in the mansion.

Mo Yun personally helped her get off the carriage, "Welcome home, mother. You have worked hard."

"Welcome mother. You have worked hard in praying for me." Rong Qing helped from the side, kneeling down to salute and then supporting her.

The two concubines in the mansion were even more exaggerated. They actually knelt on the ground and saluted, "Grandson respectfully welcomes grandmother back to the mansion."

Mo Zhaohua had already gotten off the car and just happened to walk behind the old lady and accepted their greetings.

Next came the two concubines who paid their respects, followed by the servants and maids. In short, the old lady's favorite face was given to her.

A group of people surrounded the old lady and went to her courtyard, Yishou Hall, and flattered her a lot.

Mo Zhaohua felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He finally waited until the gossip was over. The night had already fallen and it was time for him to have dinner with the old lady.

Rong Qing prepared dinner according to the old lady's preferences. Seeing that she was willing to help, the old lady did not make things difficult for her, and she and Mo Yun staged a show of loving mother and filial piety at the table.

Mo Zhaohua felt like he had a lump in his throat as he thought of his own child, who was so young but was hung upside down under the beam and bled to death in agony.

Rong Qing, who was sitting next to her, noticed her abnormality and asked worriedly, "Zhao Zhao? What's wrong with you?"

Mo Zhaohua realized that he had shed tears and quickly wiped them with a handkerchief, "Don't worry, mother. I'm fine."

The old lady's face suddenly turned serious. "Why are you crying for no reason? Are you mourning for me?"

Mo Zhaohua explained, "Grandma misunderstood. Our family is finally reunited, and your granddaughter is crying for joy."

Rong Qing agreed, "Yes, mother, I believe that if my father-in-law is still alive, he would be pleased to see this scene."

Mo Yun didn't look at them, but just said calmly, "Don't talk when you eat, and don't talk when you sleep. Let's eat."

What a situation: the officials are allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps. Mo Zhaohua lowered his eyes to hide the coldness in them.

The old lady really disliked Rongqing and her daughter, so she sent them away after the meal.

Mo Zhaohua was eager to do so. After performing the ceremony, he went out and took Rong Qing's arm after leaving Yishou Hall.

Rong Qing glanced at her only child, eyes full of worry, "Is Zhao Zhao worried lately?"

Mo Zhaohua made an excuse, "No, I just have nightmares easily. I went to Baohua Temple to worship Buddha today, so I should be able to sleep well."

Rong Qing already knew that she had a nightmare yesterday, so he didn't ask any more questions, "Did Zhao Zhao ask for a fortune?"

Mo Zhaohua handed a peace charm to Rong Qing, "I prayed for a marriage fortune, and it was a very good fortune. I also prayed for a peace charm for mother, I wish mother peace and good luck."

Rong Qing took the amulet with a smile, "It's a very good omen. Once Zhao Zhao has completed her coming-of-age ceremony, we can discuss marriage."

The mother and daughter returned to Rongqing's Wanxiangju chatting and laughing.

Mo Zhaohua dismissed everyone around him, even Rong Qing's personal maid was not left behind.

Rong Qing asked speculatively, "Zhao Zhao is so cautious, but does he want to discuss marriage with mother?"

If a girl has a man she likes, she should not tell others about it.

Mo Zhaohua said something shocking, "Mother, have you ever thought about divorce?"

In her previous life, Rong Qing filed for divorce after she became the mother of the country, and her uncle's father took her back.

In this life, she hopes that her mother can divorce early so that she can avoid the torture from her grandmother and not have to face Mo Yun.

Rong Qing was so shocked that he almost stood up from his chair. "Zhao Zhao, please stop talking nonsense."

Mo Zhaohua sat upright, "Father doesn't even respect mother, let alone love her as a couple."

For many years, Mo Yun not only never spent the night in Wanxiangju, he even rarely set foot there, not giving the place the slightest bit of face.

Rong Qing's eyes dimmed, "Divorce is not a trivial matter for a woman. You are not married yet. If I divorce you, it will damage your reputation."

She had thought about divorce, but when she thought of her daughter, she had to suppress it.

A woman's reputation is so important that once one of them is damaged, all the women related to her will be implicated.

She didn't want to ruin her daughter's good marriage for her own selfish reasons, and then be disliked by her in-laws after marriage.