After the rebirth of the Marquis's mistress, she smiled at the scumbag's family

After dinner, Mo Ruochen stood up to say goodbye. The princess held Duke Ning and said to Xiao Yunxi with a faint smile, "Nannan, go see your uncle off."

Xiao Yunxi: ...

The night breeze was cool, and the two of them walked slowly, seemingly admiring the moonlight, but also seemingly... a little awkward.

"Is my uncle very familiar with my parents?"

"I entered the palace when I was young and weak. Thanks to the eldest princess, I would not have lived to this age."

Mo Ruochen said it easily, but Xiao Yunxi knew how difficult it was for an orphan to grow up in the palace.

My mother has never liked having anything to do with the concubines in the harem, and she is not even very friendly towards the princes and princesses.

Although Mo Ruochen was favored by Emperor Xuanwen, he was still a subject after all, and was bound to suffer injustice when facing the princes and princesses.

His mother was willing to help him not only because she felt sorry for his loneliness, but also because she admired his good character.

If Lu Jingting was a person of his character, even if he was bullied to death in front of me, my mother wouldn't even bother to watch him.

"Princess..." Mo Ruochen asked hesitantly, "You seem to be extremely disgusted by the fact that the old Prince of Zhennan and the daughter of Marquis Wu'an are in love."

It was more than disgusting, I almost vomited just now.

Xiao Yunxi curled her lips and said, "An old man, an old man with a family, tricked a young girl into losing her virginity before marriage, and was unwilling to take responsibility to marry her home, allowing her parents to marry her off far away.

Such an old man, even if he is as handsome as Pan An and has great talent, is still a shameless scum!

Such an old man should be cut into pieces and thrown into a mass grave to feed the dogs!"

Mo Ruochen was silent, with only three words in his mind:

Old man...old man...old man...

"The old Zhennan King at that time should have been in his thirties, only a dozen years older than that woman..."

Xiao Yunxi looked at Mo Ruochen steadily, "Your Majesty, beasts don't care about age!"

Mo Ruochen:...

Unknowingly, they reached the second door. Xiao Yunxi bowed and saluted, "Goodbye, little uncle."

Although he is nominally an elder, he is ultimately a stranger. Xiao Yunxi cannot send him to the door, lest some bad words spread.

Mo Ruochen nodded slightly, "Thank you, Princess."

After turning around, he whispered: "Not all crows are black. There are also old men with high moral character..."

Xiao Yunxi didn't hear clearly, she only knew that Mo Ruochen muttered a few words and didn't think much about it.

In her opinion, Mo Ruochen is the god of war of the Dali period, King Dingyuan, who has a noble status, outstanding military exploits, and a great reputation.

Although he looks like a gentle and elegant gentleman, the coldness and aloofness in his bones cannot be concealed.

It is good enough that such a person is a friend rather than an enemy.

She didn't want to get too involved. After all, the more capable a person was, the more dangers there were around him.

After Mo Ruochen walked away, she returned.

As Mo Ruochen got on the carriage and returned home, the words "old man" were still lingering in his mind.

When he returned home and entered the study, he saw his aide Du Qi coming to report on military affairs, and only then did he come to his senses.

"Your Highness, the secret guards have sent word that Xiao Jingchen has sent people to sneak into that forest several times but all have returned empty-handed," Du Qi paused, "Those who have returned are either crazy or blind or have their tongues cut off. None of them are intact."

"Why are you crazy?"

"I heard that he was poisoned and had a brain injury. He was so nervous that he chopped people like crazy with a knife!"

Mo Ruochen pondered for a moment, "I remember that in the southern border, there was a kind of miasma that could drive people crazy. There was no cure, and they would either die of exhaustion or be beaten to death by others..."

"You suspect..."

"Send someone to southern Xinjiang to learn about the situation. Just in case."

"I understand," the aide nodded, "but why is Your Majesty so concerned?

If the Zhennan Palace really has the intention of rebellion, it may not be a bad thing for us."

“What about the people?”

Mo Ruochen looked at Du Qi, “I swear to avenge my father and the 100,000 Mo family soldiers, but not at the cost of sacrificing the lives of the people.

If the old Prince of Zhennan and Emperor Xuanwen came to a fight, the first to suffer would be the people.

I will do everything in my power to seek revenge, but I will not resort to any means necessary to achieve it.

Otherwise, even if I get what I want, I won’t have the face to go to the underworld to meet them.”

Du Qi smiled faintly, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, Your Majesty, please go to bed early, I will take my leave."

As soon as he opened the door, Mo Ruochen asked out of the blue, "Am I very old?"

Du Qi was startled and almost tripped over the threshold, "Prince...Prince...why do you ask this?"

Mo Ruochen pursed his lips, his eyes were cold, his voice was oppressive, only the tips of his ears showed a hint of blush, "Answer me!"

Du Qi was happy and thought: Wow, the thousand-year-old tree is about to bloom.

"The prince is less than thirty years old, has a handsome face, an upright figure, and a great reputation..."

"Tell the important point!"

"The prince is in his prime, full of vigor and vitality. He has the heroic spirit of a young man riding a horse, and the calmness of a warrior on the battlefield..."

"speak English!"

"Your Highness is not old, not at all. Those who say you are old are just jealous of your handsomeness and elegance!"

Du Qi smiled flatteringly, "Who is this scoundrel who dares to say such things about you? I'll bring some people to put a sack on him and give him a good beating."

Mo Ruochen put down the teacup steadily, pointed his slender white hand outward, and said with his thin lips, "Get lost!"

Du Qi had followed Mo Ruochen for so many years, and he knew at a glance that he was angry and embarrassed, so he ran away immediately.

Are you kidding? No matter how much you want to know about the prince's affairs, your life is not as important.

Mo Ruochen sat upright on the chair, his eyebrows lowered. After thinking for a long time, he raised his head, looked at the moon outside the window and smiled. His peach blossom eyes were full of charm, indescribably handsome and noble. He murmured, "Time will tell a person's true character."

Xiao Yunxi, who was about to go to bed, suddenly sneezed twice.

Xia He smiled and joked: "It seems that someone is missing the princess."

Chun Xiao said as she made the bed, "It's probably Master Zhan, or maybe Aunt Hong or Aunt Cui."

"Why can't it be the old lady and the others?"

Xiao Yunxi found it very funny.

Chun Xiao replied: "My Lady, there is a popular saying that if you sneeze once, someone is scolding you, but if you sneeze twice, someone is thinking of you.

How could the old lady and the others miss you!"

Xia He didn't think so, "Maybe the old lady and the others are thinking of how to harm the princess!"

"Oh," Xiao Yunxi smiled, "That's a coincidence, I was also thinking about how to deal with them!"

She played with the jade pendant. If the old lady knew Lin Wan'er's background, she would surely take her back from the farm immediately.

After all, Marquis Wu'an is a first-rank marquis. Although he has no real power, he is the emperor's confidant. What's more, he has the emperor's uncle Bai Yueguang, and Concubine Kang is also in favor.

The old Prince of Zhennan brought Lin Wan'er into the palace at that time, probably not only because she was the daughter of Marquis Wu'an, but also because he wanted to control Marquis Wu'an.

To make him so fearful, the Marquis of Wu'an must be no ordinary person.