Chapter 133 - Pretending to be Gracious and the Plot in the Private Room (1/2)
Chapter 133 Pretending to be Gracious and the Plot in the Private Room
Mo Xuetong closed her head subconsciously. She could hear Feng Yuran’s angry roars as someone caught her in mid-air. She fell into a solid embrace and heard Feng Yuran’s anxious voice. “Tong’er!” She felt a surge of dizziness and forced herself to open her eyes. She saw two men going against the other four behind Feng Yuran.
“I’m alright, you be careful.” Mo Xuetong forced down the sickly-sweet taste in her chest as she tugged on his s.h.i.+rt anxiously while panting. There were still four men in black behind. Even if Feng Yuran had two subordinates who had arrived, there were still two other a.s.sa.s.sins. Her hand felt beside her weakly and the world turned black!
Feng Yuran had lost all his usual laziness as he scooped up Mo Xuetong’s slender figure. His long phoenix-eyes were narrowed coldly, revealing the sharpness and threat in them. He was not at all the easy-going and lazy person he appeared to be usually.
He yelled coldly, “Move faster and kill all of them!”
Feng Yue answered in affirmative, his movements grew sharper. He secretly glanced at the blood-thirstiness in his master’s eyes. He knew that Third Miss Mo’s status was different in his master’s heart. His master was looking for someone to vent his anger on now that she had been injured! He did not dare to dilly-dally at all. He quickly got rid of his two opponents. On the other side, the two men in black were both dead as well.
“Put palace boots on them!” Feng Yuran exuded an icy coldness. He carried Mo Xuetong and took a few steps back, carefully gathering her skirts to prevent her light-colored dress from being stained by blood.
“Yes!” Two people approached and nimbly changed the ordinary flat boots the men in black wore into palace boots!
Feng Yuran had already left, carrying Mo Xuetong.
Inside an elegantly decorated private room on the third floor of Fragrance House.
Mo Xuemin leaned on a chair on the left side, having brought Mo Xiu with her. On the right, sat You Yuecheng, the Ming Duke’s son. There were plenty of dishes on the table and they were all signature dishes of Fragrance House. The table filled with dishes could feed an ordinary family for a year or two. You Yuecheng had picked whatever he liked casually. This made Mo Xuemin even more certain of what she wanted. She gritted her teeth and then looked up tearfully. The expression on her beautiful face was pitiable and filled with gentleness.
“Your Excellency, please help me. I would not have come so shamelessly to ask you for help if I had not truly run out of ideas. My mother’s been locked up and I don’t even know how she is right now. My elder brother is rash and his ideas will only anger Father and Third Sister. Third Sister was left all alone in Cloud City, I do not dare to say much no matter how many grievances she has. However, she has already taken the life of our younger brother. Does she want my mother’s life as well?”
Mo Xuemin kneeled in front of You Yuecheng with a thud and held the bottom of his robe, pleading with him. Mo Xiu knelt down behind her as well, reaching out to pull her up anxiously. “Miss, don’t cry. Auntie is still alive. Even though Little Young Master is gone, but Auntie…has someone to…take care of her inside!” She was anxious and upset as well, and she started to cry before Mo Xuemin did.
“Your Excellency…It is not that I do not care for our reputation as women, and it is not that I am shameless. But my mother’s life is in danger. Father has locked her up in her courtyard after she lost the child. There is only a servant guarding the door and there is no one to take care of her health. I went to visit her but was stopped outside. Please, Your Excellency… please, on behalf of the Yu family, help me.” Mo Xuemin cried pitifully, and coupled with what Mo Xiu said, made her seem even more pitiable.
A pitiful beauty under the light with such grievances. How could one not take pity on her?
You Yuecheng frowned. His eyes were deep and dark. He put down the wine cup in his hand and pulled Mo Xuemin up. He was very strong and Mo Xuemin could not resist. She was pulled up. She might have lost her balance, or tripped on her skirts. She subconsciously caught on to You Yuecheng’s palm which he had not withdrawn to catch her balance.
When she caught her balance, she found herself clutching You Yuecheng’s hand tightly. She hurriedly shook his hand away and backed away with a blush.
“Your Third Miss is so vicious, why don’t you go and tell your father? Lord Mo is not so easily tricked.” You Yuecheng retracted his hand and asked coldly. He could not help but think of that beautiful and gentle face. He had not expected that face to be hiding such an evil heart. She had not only plotted against her unborn younger brother, but she had also even framed the Auntie for hurting her unborn child.
Would there be such a vicious mother in the world? How could the clear-headed Lord Mo believe that? You Yuecheng had always thought that that Lord Mo was a clear-headed and intelligent person. However, he now wondered whether he was rather weak at settling matters in his household. An evil woman who held the status as his main daughter had so openly harmed his other children. But in the end, the Auntie who had miscarried was punished.
“Father only listens to Third Sister now. If we say anything, I fear that we will end up like mother and be locked up in our courtyards forever. It is not that I do not dare to speak up or that I’m afraid of such a consequence. But I don’t know how Mother is right now and I still need to find ways to save her. How can I put myself in danger? If Father gets angry with us, then Mother will never see the light of the day again.” Mo Xuemin wiped her tears with her handkerchief as she cried. Her tears fell down like beads. She looked sad, pitiable, angry and also helpless.
She was as beautiful as a dew-laden flower. Her tears fell, s.h.i.+ning beautifully…