Chapter 477 - Humble, Concubine Qins Worry (1/2)

“It’s true. My Lady, His Highness loves you so deeply that he will not cheat you. Just relax. The women in the backyard all came to the manor earlier than you. If any of them has an affair with His Highness, she will not wait until now. My Lady, even if you don’t believe those women, don’t you believe in the heart that His Highness gives you?”

Mo Lan was clever and understood Mo Xuetong’s thoughts immediately, so she persuaded to Mo Xuetong’s ear in a low voice.

Mo Xuetong let out a long breath to exhale the depression in her heart and cleared her mind gradually.

It’s true. How could she doubt Feng Yuran? He was a person with strong endurance, but never had a tender heart for women. He even overlooked the first beauty, Ling Fengyan, let alone the concubines in the manor. It was not a big deal indeed. Nothing but a concubine came to stall Mo Xuetong, while the other came to seduce Feng Yuran.

Clearly, nothing would happen. But it still made everyone worried.

If this matter spread out, Mo Xuetong would be laughed without a doubt. Moreover, she was supposed to rectify Feng Yuran’s backyard these days. How could she be defeated by such a trifle?

“I’m fine. Perhaps I drank too much iced watermelon juice. I’m fine now. Don’t be fl.u.s.tered. Mo Ye, go to see which concubine went to Jinwei Pavilion. If it is Concubine Lian, or Concubine Ming, just take them here. If it is Concubine Qin, leave her there to see how His Majesty will deal with her.”

Mo Xuetong actually tended to believe that it was Concubine Qin who went there. After all, she had a higher status than any other concubine in the manor. She was the right person to go there. With her proud temperament, she would not behave timidly in front of Feng Yuran, but speak normally to him.

Mo Xuetong arranged rationally. Her calm expression was totally different from what she was in a panic with red eyes before. Seeing this, Mo Lan finally heaved a sigh of relief.

It was getting dark outside.

In Jinwei Pavilion, the guards were on sentry duty in every entrance. When Concubine Qin was allowed to come in, she was first brought to the second floor.

It was the first time that Concubine Qin had come to Feng Yuran’s bedroom. With merely a glance, she was astounded.

As layers of gauze curtains were raised, a super collection of gold and jade porcelain, blue-and-white vases with dragon design, and the screen painted with beautiful women could be seen behind the curtains. Although Duke Wanping was also influential and wealthy, the decoration there was totally not at the same level as Feng Yuran’s, which made Concubine Qin get more excited.

Even though she always held herself aloof from the worldly affairs and looked down on the concubines around her, thinking that they were too inferior to be presentable and acceptable, she had to admit this time that the magnificence and wealth in the King Xuan’s Manor were far beyond her family’s. Through the screen, a gauze curtain embroidered with beautiful women, she faintly saw a figure on the grand bed who could make her blush and heart fast by only a glance.

He still looked like what he was in her memory. On his rare handsome face in the world, his beautifully cut facial features were so striking to combine together, tempting and charming. His lips curled up slightly into a half-smile, and he watched Concubine Qin being brought in front of him.

He was as n.o.ble as a G.o.d!

Just a glance made Concubine Qin’s nervous heart beat more wildly. The face that appeared in her memory day and night showed up really in front of her. It was not a vague and untouchable image. The man was the very one who could match her. How was there any other woman in the world good enough for him?

He seemed to just get up, his long hair loose casually. After hearing the eunuch’s report, he raised his head a bit and looked at Concubine Qin with a half-smile. He looked intrigued with sarcasm, as if it were the first time that he had seen her.

His eyes right now were utterly different from what they were in Concubine Qin’s memory!

A eunuch shouted. “How dare you! Why not kneel down in front of His Highness?”

Frightened by the eunuch, Concubine Qin felt her legs weak involuntarily and knelt down. She bowed her head respectfully with an inexplicable uprush of sorrow in her heart.

When she had met him for the first time, he was a beautiful boy with attractive eyes and distinguished bearings, while she was also an elegant and talented girl in the capital. If the thing had not happened, she might not have come to this end that she became one of his concubines as those women with humble origins.

But if not, how could she link to him?

Her pride was now even despised by herself. Therefore, since she entered the manor, she behaved like a transparent person, and never took the initiative to approach Feng Yuran. She was so aloof and distant, as if getting close to Feng Yuran was an insult to her.

But now, she suddenly felt cold. In such a hot summer, his distant smile was as strange as if they just met for the first time, and coldness rose from her heart.

“Let her sit.” Feng Yuran s.h.i.+fted his attention back to the book lazily, no longer concerned about Concubine Qin’s presence, which made her feel less pressure and relieved.

The eunuch brought a flowery small stool. Concubine Qin was surprised to find that the satin was made of exquisite brocade. She had once seen this kind of brocade in her family manor. The imperial consort granted the mother a piece of brocade of its kind, and the mother was too fond of it to put it down and said that the brocade would be her dowry when she got married.

At that time, other sisters in her family were so envious and said that it expressed good luck, indicating that Concubine Qin would marry into a wealthy family and have the material comforts. But beyond her imagination, the brocade was just used to make a common stool in the King Xuan’s Manor. Looking at the splendid decoration here, she could not help thinking her own room in the manor, where paints on the furniture had peeled off, and the curtains had been discolored and outmoded. What’s worse, it was unbearably muggy there in summer. In a word, her room was a complete contrast to the room here.

Concubine Qin hesitated, raised her head, and did not sit down. She said in a pretty manner, “In front of Your Highness, I dare not overstep the line. It is okay to stand.”

She was just a humble concubine without proper status, so how could she have any position in front of Feng Yuran?