The subtle fragrance of cotton needles

"Your Highness, the Third Miss has sent a letter." It was already midnight, but Yizhu still took the letter to find Mo Yuchen. He believed that his Highness would be happy to know that the letter was sent by the Third Miss.

Mo Yuchen had just fallen asleep in the study room. When he heard Yizhu say this, he got up.

Yizhu handed the letter to Mo Yuchen. He was thinking about how Mo Yuchen would react, but Mo Yuchen sent him away: "Go out first! You are not in a hurry to reply."

After watching Yizhu go out, Mo Chen opened the letter to read.

His Royal Highness,

Seeing words is like meeting.

My uncle and I have discussed tonight and have decided to cooperate with Your Highness. The engagement should be confirmed soon.

Your servant Xia Yanxiang bows her head.

After reading these few words, Mo Yuchen was only focused on the four words "marriage engagement soon".

Engagement soon, engagement soon, engagement soon.

Mo Yuchen repeated these four words several times, and even couldn't believe it. He was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

In other words, Tu Song and Xia Zhibai have already agreed to choose him to work with? And they want Yanyan to marry him? !

Mo Yuchen was overjoyed, but he immediately realized that Yanyan had told him herself? Why? Shouldn't the Right Prime Minister and General Pu Wei have taken the initiative to talk to him?

Mo Yuchen pondered over it again and again, and there was only one explanation, that is, the Right Prime Minister and General Pu Wei had not decided on the candidate, but Yanyan took the initiative to propose it and had convinced the Right Prime Minister and General Pu Wei, but the Right Prime Minister and General Pu Wei were still hesitating.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuchen's heart sank.

Mo Yuchen didn't know what kind of mood Xia Yanxiang was in when she took the initiative to propose to formally cooperate with him, and it was obvious that cooperation required sincerity and the initiative to reveal the cards in her hand. The best card was Xia Yanxiang's marriage.

His mood, which was originally so excited that he was about to jump out, suddenly changed drastically. Mo Yuchen didn't know what he was thinking. He extinguished the candles in the room, put away the letter Xia Yanxiang gave him, and stayed awake all night.

After court the next day, Mo Yuchen seemed to be in a bad mood and had a sullen face. When he was about to leave and return home, he was stopped by someone behind him.

"Your Highness Prince Luo."

Mo Yuchen turned around and saw the Right Prime Minister Tu Song and General Puwei Xia Zhibai.

Mo Yuchen put away the coldness on his face and said with a smile: "Right Prime Minister, General Pu Wei."

Tu Song and Xia Zhibai bowed to Mo Yuchen, and then Tu Song approached Mo Yuchen and whispered, "Your Highness, can we chat tonight?"

Mo Yuchen was silent for a moment, and then he replied to Tu Song: "Shangyaotang, at the hour of Hai."

"Thank you, Your Highness." After getting the answer, Tu Song and Xia Zhibai left, "Then I will take my leave first."

Mo Yuchen nodded slightly.

Mo Yuyang was not far away. He saw Mo Yuchen and Tu Song talking to each other. He was suspicious and walked over unintentionally, asking a few words: "Second brother, this is..."

"The Right Prime Minister only came to express his gratitude to me for saving the Third Miss last time. There's nothing else." Mo Yuchen knew what Mo Yuyang meant, so he just made up a lie.

Mo Yuyang said "oh" meaningfully and didn't ask any more questions.

After turning around and walking away for two or three steps, Mo Yuyang said to the people around him, "Have someone keep a close eye on him to see if Prince Luo is going out tonight."

"Yes."

After giving the order, Mo Yuyang turned around to look at Mo Yuchen's departing back, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

After returning to Prince Yuan's Mansion, Mo Yuyang went straight to Xia Pinxiang's house without much thought.

Six days had passed since the wedding banquet, and Xia Pinxiang's face had almost recovered. Suddenly, she heard from the servants that Mo Yuyang was coming to her. She was very excited and quickly stood up to tidy up her sleeves and hair.

"Your Highness." Xia Pinxiang's face flushed slightly, her eyes moved, and she saluted Mo Yuyang.

Unfortunately, Mo Yuyang didn't have the heart to see what Xia Pinxiang looked like now. He waved his hand to exempt Xia Pinxiang from the ceremony, and then went straight to the point: "Mo Yuchen contacted the right prime minister and General Pu Wei today. I don't know what he is planning. You ask the Minister of Rites to check and quickly decide on Xia Yanxiang's marriage. I will choose the person."

Xia Pinxiang's joy was extinguished by Mo Yuyang's words: "Your Highness, is it just for this matter?"

"Of course!" Mo Yuyang found it incredible, otherwise Xia Pinxiang would think he came to her for some reason, "Go and do this as soon as possible."

"Yes." Xia Pinxiang was no longer happy at all.

After finishing the serious business, Mo Yuyang finally had the heart to look at Xia Pinxiang. Her face was slightly red, and her eyes were moving, but there was no happiness in her eyes, only sadness and discomfort. The clothes on her body were bright and colorful, which made Xia Pinxiang look very beautiful. Mo Yuyang's interest was immediately aroused: "Pack up tonight, and I will come to your room."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yuyang saw joy bursting out of Xia Pinxiang's eyes, which suddenly lit up. He felt even more satisfied and turned around and left.

"Yes, I look forward to seeing your Highness off!" Xia Pinxiang finally reacted and was very surprised.

However, the things His Highness had ordered needed to be done quickly, and she couldn't let His Highness think that she was useless, so Xia Pinxiang quickly called Cuiyu: "Cuiyu, prepare the pen and ink."

"Yes."

After writing the letter, Xia Pinxiang kept it and had someone deliver it to the Shangshu Mansion.

Shangshu Mansion.

"Master, this is a letter from the Queen."

Xia Liu took it, opened it and glanced through it, then snorted, "Who else can decide Xia Yanxiang's marriage except me? Prepare pen and ink immediately and write a reply to His Highness."

Xia Liu quickly finished writing the letter, clearly stating that he would arrange a marriage for Xia Yanxiang, and he only needed someone from Mo Yuyang. As for the emperor, Xia Liu also had a way to arrange Xia Yanxiang's marriage and would not let the emperor have anything to say.

Unexpectedly, the person Mo Yuyang chose was actually Yang Fan.

Xia Liu was also a little surprised. How could it be Yang Fan?

Of course Xia Liu knew who Yang Fan was and knew about Yang Fan's family, but she didn't understand why Mo Yuyang would recommend Yang Fan. Once Yang Fan knew about that incident, he would definitely not help His Highness anymore. Was it because of this that His Highness wanted to win him over?

Xia Liu said so, but Xia Yanxiang's marriage could not be decided by him alone. Not to mention the Right Prime Minister and Xia Zhibai, even on the Tu family's side, he could not have the final say.

Xia Liu also has to think about how to avoid Tu and arrange Xia Yanxiang's marriage.

No, just arranging the marriage is not enough. With the abilities of the Right Prime Minister and Xia Zhibai, just an engagement is useless, unless...

It's time to make the matter a done deal. Then the Right Prime Minister and Xia Zhibai can no longer say anything and can only swallow their anger. No matter how reluctant they are, there is nothing they can do.

Thinking of this, Xia Liu's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed. There was no fatherly love or pity in his eyes, only deep greed.