Chapter 328 - Mo Xuemins New Conspiracy (2/2)

These words sounded ironic and sardonic, which meant if Mo Xueqiong married to Duke Zhenguo’s manor as well, she could only enjoy the status as a concubine, lower than Mo Xuemin. Mo Xuemin made the words seem sincere, but her meaning was rather apparent. Mo Xueqiong blushed and clenched her teeth in anger.

Was Duke Zhenguo’s manor so poor? Or did Mo Xuemin even not compare to a servant in Duke Zhenguo’s manor, so she could only use such a carriage? Mo Xuetong sneered in her heart and looked down at her waist, where one of the sharp daggers was hidden. The pair of swords was reduced to the forms of daggers, and one of them was used for Feng Yuran to protect himself.

Although the pair of swords was made into an elegant hairpin, Mo Xuetong could not always wear on the head. So she took Feng Yuran’s advice and got rid of all the complex designs to make the scabbard and dagger lighter, shorter and easier to carry.

After stabbing a person to death in the King Yan’s Manor, Feng Yuran once explained to her that the pair of blue daggers was singularly good swords. Press the dark b.u.t.ton on the swordtail, and the sword would shoot out rays. As long as the rays of the sword swept to any person, it functioned as sharp blades. That’s why the maid who was good at kung fu would die as long as she was shot by the rays of the sword.

If Mo Xuemin took an unusual action, the dagger would be triggered quietly.

Of course, Mo Xuetong didn’t believe that Mo Xuemin came to deliberately show her to make nice. She and Mo Xuemin were so incompatible like water and fire. No one would believe that the other one would show kindness sincerely. Mo Xuetong had heard of things in Duke Zhenguo’s manor.

Not only did Mo Xuetong heard the same at the others that Mo Xuemin was treated coldly in Duke Zhenguo’s manor, but also she heard that the d.u.c.h.ess forced Mo Xuemin to kneel on the ground and serve soup to Yun Yiqiu for forgiveness, but Yun Yiqiu pretended to be weak and tender and fell into Sima Lingyun’s arms, and then, the d.u.c.h.ess was so angry that she poured the soup to Mo Xuemin…

Under such a circ.u.mstance, if Mo Xuemin still had the intention to take her to wors.h.i.+p the mother, Mo Xuetong did feel confused.

Although Mo Xuemin had hidden her contempt on Sima Lingyun in her eyes during their talks, Mo Xuetong could see it clearly. When Sima Lingyun turned away, Mo Xuemin’s gaze on him changed into undisguised grudge and arrogance. Mo Xuemin seemed to be utterly indifferent to Sima Lingyun’s intentional indifference.

Under what circ.u.mstances did a newly married woman care nothing about her husband?

If a newly married woman was disgraced in her husband’s home quite soon, and had to kneel down in front of a concubine, even almost got burned, any ordinary woman could not endure, let alone Mo Xuemin. If she had not wanted to take revenge, she would not be Mo Xuemin.

“But what does it have to do with me?” Mo Xuetong thought.

“Why did Mo Xuemin try every means to take me out? And Mo Xueqiong’s unusual behavior showed her ulterior motive. As for the icy silk handkerchief, no one in the manor but I had it. It was not a common thing that could be purchased by money, but the tribute for the imperial. It was quite rare in quant.i.ty. And the handkerchief in my hands was bestowed by the Princess Royal.”

“My elder sister, you are so pitiful. As a talented and beautiful girl in the capital, you have even married into such a declining family. If one day, I can have a good marriage, I will take care of eldest sister for our deepest sisterhood for fear that elder sister cannot even have a carriage to go out.” Mo Xueqiong couldn’t help but answer back sarcastically. She waved the ice silk handkerchief in her hand and covered the smile on her lips. She deliberately wiped her mouth with the handkerchief, and it glittered in the carriage dazzlingly.

“Thank you, fourth youngest sister.” Mo Xuemin took a jealous glance at the handkerchief in Mo Xueqiong’s hands. Light and shadows flashed alternatively on Mo Xuemin’s face, reflecting the coldness in her eyes. She thought, “Mo Xuetong a.s.sumed that since she earned that handkerchief, she could earn the man’s heart. However, Mo Xueqiong did not have a beautiful appearance or wisdom. How dare she imagine entering the man’s manor? If not for the need of her a.s.sistance to cheat Mo Xuetong, I wouldn’t have time to deal with her.”

“Didn’t she think about her ident.i.ty? To be the Prince’s second consort? How dare she to imagine?”

Hearing Mo Xuemin showing weakness, Mo Xueqiong felt satisfied and could not keep her eyes from glancing at Mo Xuetong’s beautiful face, and then, her triumphant eyes turned as vicious as Mo Xuemin’s.

As long as Mo Xuetong died, she, Mo Xueqiong would win the King Yan’s love, as King Yan had made a promise to Mo Xueqiong that he would immediately come to ask for her father’s permission of marrying her. In other words, Mo Xueqiong would marry King Yan who was the most promising candidate of the Crown Prince, and become King Yan’s second consort, the Royal Consort, or even the Empress one day. This possibility made Mo Xueqiong too excited to sleep for several nights.

In the past, she fell in love with Sima Lingyun because of his excellent family and gentle manner. But now, King Yan was as high above Sima Lingyun as the clouds were from the mud. How could Sima Lingyun compare to King Yan? Therefore, compared to Mo Xuemin who had married Sima Lingyun, she, Mo Xueqiong would enjoy high social standing also as the clouds were from the mud.

The exciting thought made Mo Xueqiong’s smile overflow the corner of her lips. Not until she laughed out, did she realize it, so she covered her mouth with the handkerchief and said in the pretense of calmness, “Our three sisters seldom go out together. I am really happy now.”

Of course, n.o.body believed this. The other two people in the carriage took a look at her without saying a word.

Suddenly, the horse screamed, and the carriage shook violently and jolted on both sides.

“The horse took fright.” Someone shouted outside, and it seemed the driver’s voice.

“Hurry up! Save our Miss!” Mo Yu yelled.

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