Chapter 411 - She Would be With Him, No Matter Life or Death (1/2)

Mo Xuetong was dumbfounded and stopped suddenly. She touched her head and stood under the flower tree beside. She felt shocked that Consort Zhao looked so similar to Consort Xian. Although Consort Zhao was Consort Xian’s younger sister, the two were not related by blood. How could they look so alike?

Feng Yuran also said that his mother consort was an orphan and the relatives of her parents had pa.s.sed away all. So his mother was barely related to He family in any way. How could it be possible that her mother had a sister who resembled her so much? Even if luck had happened, it was too unusually coincident.

Mo Xuetong felt somewhat that something weird was in it.

“What kind of family is He’s family?” After Mo Xuetong saw Feng Yuran in Anhe Palace, it was the first question that came to her mind.

Feng Yuran reached out to keep his hand around her waist and walked slowly into the main palace. Now there were only a few elderly maidservants and eunuchs here to take care of it, and they had retreated. The empty palace, though still brilliant, looked lifeless without the presence of the master.

No matter how gorgeous the palace was, it was just a barren palace without people’s presence.

“The family has always been profit-seeking. They are probably willing to do anything for the sake of wealth and prosperity. ” Feng Yuran raised the corner of his lips slightly with a look of coldness and said indifferently. The family was like bedbugs which were unable to get rid of as soon as sticking to others.

Disgusting! Extremely disgusting! In his heart, he never considered He family was his mother’s relatives. That family never thought his mother as their own relative, but only a p.a.w.n for them to seek wealth and prosperity. When his mother had pa.s.sed away, He family did not even send a person to offer comfort.

Mo Xuetong took a secret glance at him, and felt that he looked mild, and then shook his sleeve and asked prettily, “Do you know Consort Zhao looks like our mother?”

“I Know. Just because she looked like our mother and was our mother’s younger sister, she could gain the favor. But in fact, Consort Zhao is just a fake but has been favored over a decade. If she did treat our mother sincerely, how could she just sit by and see our mother killed in other hands? ” Feng Yuran answering indifferently with a gleam of coldness flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes, and his hand held Mo Xuetong’s hand unconsciously tighter and his voice sounded a bit angry.

He must resent Emperor Zongwen. He was so young when his mother died. And how could his heart not get broken when watching his mother die while his father did not want to avenge her? And later, he was almost poisoned to death. Although it was due to the complicated interest relations.h.i.+p in the harem, couldn’t Emperor Zong bear any responsibility?

A truly capable emperor was even unable to keep his lover alive.

Anyway, Feng Yuran had reasons to have grudges in his heart. No wonder although it was said that he was the most favored prince of Emperor Zongwen, Mo Xuetong never saw Feng Yuran find the Emperor actively. Instead, the Emperor was always favorable to him again and again. Feng Yuran and his father held totally different att.i.tudes towards the death of Consort Xian.

But who could be to blame?

Feng Yuran lost his mother at a young age, and then, was sent outside the palace and trained with the secret guards. The hards.h.i.+ps in it made Mo Xuetong full of distress. How old was he then? Five or six? Thinking about that time he had lost her motherly love, Mo Xuetong’s heart ached for him.

How had such a little prince got over it?

Mo Xuetong held her hand tightly against Feng Yuran and comforted softly. “His Majesty, maybe… had no alternative but to…”

“Had no alternative! They both enjoyed the favor! Why can the fake live so well, but my mother has pa.s.sed away…” Feng Yuran lowered his hand slowly, with his eyes filled with pain and struggle. No matter what he did, he was always full of spirits. This enchanting and handsome young man had a charming bearing in every move he took. The purple color highlighted him as the most dazzling sun in the sky, fresh and bright.

However, he was not the frivolous young man but was redolent of chilly rage, like a sword out of the sheath that stabbed with coldness to the bone. His eyes were so sharp and stern that no one dared to meet.

Suddenly, Mo Xuetong wanted to cry. And she bit her lip and raised her head, deliberately ignoring the pain at the bottom of his eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips. “Or is there any other reason accounting for the death of our mother, and His Majesty fails to find it?”

According to Mo Xuetong’s understanding, Emperor Zong was rather infatuated with Consort Xian. Since she had pa.s.sed away for years, he still couldn’t forget her and arranged the whole Anhe Palace the same as it used to be and loved Feng Yuran so much. Mo Xuetong did not know what the rumors outside were, but she could truly feel Emperor Zong’s feelings.

This throne, the Emperor was bound to pa.s.s to Feng Yuran!

However, the Emperor did not want Feng Yuran to be put in the limelight and framed by others. Therefore, Feng Yuran remained unscrupulous after returning to the palace. Except for showing some knowledge about horse-riding in Zhangtai, he knew nothing about the affairs of the court. Such a useless prince would not draw those ambitious princes’ attention.

With his current performance, Feng Yuran kept himself away from the fights for the throne, but controlled the overall situation indifferently outside the fight, and would give the most powerful blow at the appropriate time, Mo Xuetong did not know whether Emperor Zongwen was full of tenderness or ruthlessness. Those princes were all his sons as well, and they would be sacrificed in vain. As a father, Emperor Zong was so heartless!

However, even if this was the case, it would not make up for the pain in Feng Yuran’s heart!

Looking at the love pa.s.sed by Mo Xuetong’s bright eyes, Feng Yuran stared at her closely, as if he could put her heart in the heart in this way. For a long time, his face brightened, with a fascinating smile on his lips, and he held Mo Xuetong and walked inside.

How lucky it was to have such a precious heart and to have such a precious person!

“Consort Zhao just talked with He Yuxiu so happily, and now she even took her to the palace to dwell on some details. And it’s said that Consort Zhao sent someone to report to His Majesty, claiming that she has found her paternal family members and hoping His Majesty to see at his earliest convenience,” Feng Yuran said meaningfully.