Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

"You don't have to glare at them, they are all my girls, they only listen to me!"

After Xiangyun wiped his mouth, he handed the handkerchief to Cuiping, still sitting there, looking at him coldly, his clear eyes were cold and distant, without a trace of warmth, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never met before!

Mo Zili paused for a moment, but he didn't care too much about whether the girls were there or not. He lifted up his robe and sat opposite her, and then spoke after he was seated.

"I came over to see you!"

"Look at me?"

When Xiangyun heard this, he couldn't help but sneered and said sarcastically: "Young Master Mo must have forgotten what I said to you when I left Duke Li Guo's Mansion. I will never forgive you in this life. The two of us will be together in this life." A relentless enemy!"

Cui Wei made tea, brought it, put it on the table, and offered grapes, pears and other fruits.

However, neither of them looked at each other, they only looked at each other. Although they were calm on the surface, behind one pair of calm eyes, there was overwhelming hatred, while behind the other pair of eyes, there was deep pain.

Seeing the hatred in Xiang Yun's eyes, Mo Zili felt very sad and said, "It's been seven days, haven't you calmed down yet? I said, I did it accidentally, and I didn't want to kill her!"

"But you have beaten her to death, and she died miserably!" Xiangyun said, clenching the fists on the table involuntarily.

Mo Zili looked at the hatred pouring out of her eyes, glanced at her fist again, and whispered: "My unintentional mistake, how long are you going to be angry? Are you really going to do this for the sake of a servant?" Can't you forgive me?"

"She is not a servant! She is my relative, just like my mother, even closer than my mother to some extent!" Xiangyun stood up excitedly, looked at him angrily, and cried every word. Blood, every sentence is heartbreaking.

"I have said that she is the person who has accompanied me the longest in my life, and is also the person who loves me the most, tolerates me the most, and treats me best. When I was sick, she stayed with me all night long. She took care of me with all her clothes on; when I was bullied, she fought with them even though she knew she couldn't beat them; and you, as my husband, what did you do for me? On our wedding night, you ran to accompany other women , when that bad woman falsely accused me, you did not stand by my side, but instead joined her in pouring dirty water on me, and beat my grandma to death to scare me."

"Mo Zili, do you know that when I found out that Du Wanqing was pregnant with your child, I gave up on you and planned a way out for myself. So, how could I be jealous and kill someone for you? But? , I have said it over and over again, but you just don’t believe it. If you don’t want to just beat me, then take it out on my nanny and beat her to scare the monkeys. But do you know? I would rather you beat me to death instead of me. Nanny, because in my heart, although the nanny is just a nanny, she is better than my biological mother. I originally wanted to take care of her until she is old and let her have a happy life for ten thousand years, but... you beat her to death... ."

Xiangyun said, tears falling like rain. Mo Zili was shaken after hearing this. He didn't know that Xiangyun had given up on him. She had already arranged her own escape plan. Was she going to leave him just because she had given up on him?

Xiangyun cried out in pain, her clothes stained with tears. She complained: "I know that in your eyes, Nanny Xie is just a servant. If you beat her to death, she will die. At worst, if you give her a generous burial, she will be dead." But you know, in my heart, she has always been closer than my mother. My dearest grandma was beaten to death by you in each battle. When she died, her waist bones were broken and her skin and flesh were turned into mud. She was in pain. I have never benefited from anything in my life, but in the end I ended up like this. Tell me, can I forgive you? If I forgive you, am I still a human being?"

She cried, picked up the teacup on the table, and threw it at Mo Zili's face. Mo Zili sat there without hiding, letting the hot tea pour on his head and slide down his slightly pale cheeks, getting wet all over.