Chapter 484 - Going Against Consort Zhao in Qianqing Palace (1/2)

“What’s the matter?” Lian An lowered his voice subconsciously when he saw the beautiful woman in front of him.

“My Lord, there’s someone coming after me. Quick, quick, let me on and I’ll tell you more.” He Yuxiu seemed very frightened as she turned to look at the darkness. Her face was as white as snow, and her lips were trembling. She looked petrified as she picked up her skirts and ran toward Lian An. She tried to clamber onto the horse carriage with her limbs. Lian An’s heart softened when he saw how terrified and pitiful she looked and he extended a hand to help her into the carriage.

Even though Lian An did not know what happened, he could not refuse the pleading look in those familiar eyes.

“Let’s go.” Lian An ordered the driver after He Yuxiu settled down beside him.

“Yes.” The driver answered and the carriage started moving again.

It could be perhaps He Yuxiu was too fl.u.s.tered or because she did not expect the carriage to suddenly start. He Yuxiu started to fall as the horse carriage began to move. Lian An hurriedly stretched out a hand to catch her. However, she fell very suddenly and knocked into him. As such, he held her even more tightly and the two rolled around.

The driver heard sounds coming from inside the carriage and called out. “My Lord…”

“It’s alright. Continue driving.” Lian An’s steady voice emerged from inside the carriage. His gaze seemed to have its own mind and focused on He Yuxiu’s beautiful face. He looked at how pitifully He Yuxiu was looking at him. She seemed as if she did not know what to do. Furthermore, her clothes were half undone and the two of them had fallen against each other earlier…

Lian An was pressed against He Yuxiu, lying on top of her. Her clothes, which were half-opened, were in a mess. Lian An might have tugged on her clothes, resulting in He Yuxiu’s clothes being in disarray, revealing her soft and supple skin. Her skin was incredibly soft…

Lian An’s mind felt like stuffed cotton. He could only think of how the girl in front of him was exactly what he dreamt of and wanted for many years. He grew excited. After many years of thinking and dreaming as a youth, he could no longer tell who was in front of him. He could not help but slowly lower his head…

King Xuan’s Manor had only been on lockdown for a few days when the guards at the doors left. However, the guards outside King Yan’s Manor continued standing there, tall and upright. In the past in King Yan’s Manor, only King Yan was restricted from leaving. The others could still leave and enter as they would. Not even You Yue’e’s leaving and entering was restricted. Mingguo Manor would send things over from time to time as well.

However, the manor was guarded heavily now. It was impossible even for a bird to fly over the manor, much less for a person to visit it.

Something big was about to happen and the entire King Yan’s Manor was gloomy and dark. Even the air in it felt heavy. n.o.body knew how the Emperor would punish King Yan in the future…

Feng Yuran and Mo Xuetong went to the palace early in the morning. The two of them had recently been released and should go to the palace to give their thanks.

Mo Xuetong still looked sleepy after boarding Feng Yuran’s extremely luxurious horse carriage. She leaned on Feng Yuran’s shoulder drowsily. Feng Yuran saw that she seemed a little tired and wrapped his arms around Mo Xuetong, pulling her into his embrace. He leaned against the couch so that she could sleep better.

The horse carriage sped along steadily and they arrived at the palace before long.

“Tong’er, we are here.” Feng Yuran patted Mo Xuetong’s soft and pale face softly. She was deeply asleep and only scrunched her brows and pouted slightly. He could not help himself and placed a soft kiss on her lips with a smile.

Feng Yuran saw that Mo Xuetong still did not wake up. As such, he shook her helplessly.

Mo Xuetong was deeply asleep when she felt someone shaking her. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Feng Yuran’s face hanging right in front of her. His long lashes were almost touching her face. She could not help but make a soft sound. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking innocent and confused. Feng Yuran felt that she was extremely loveable.

“Wake up, my lazy piglet.” Feng Yuran patted her soft cheeks. Then, he laughed and got off the carriage laughing before she could get angry. Mo Xuetong was thinking about getting angry but he had already run off. She could only get off the carriage. Feng Yuran was waiting for her there and he reached out to help her off the carriage.

The two walked into the palace and arrived at Emperor Zongwen’s Qianqing Palace before long.

The lead eunuch Liu Xi had already received notice that they were coming and was waiting for them at the door. He hurried up to welcome them with a smile when he saw them and said, “Your Highness, My Lady, His Majesty is waiting for you inside!”

“Father is alone in here?” Feng Yuran strode forward with wide steps while asking casually. Mo Xuetong looked like a dutiful wife, following behind him closely.

“Consort Zhao is here as well. She’s chatting with His Majesty,” Liu Xi answered with a smile.

Mo Xuetong saw a consort’s palanquin when she entered earlier. It was hidden behind the side doors and she could not tell if it belonged to the Empress. She realized then that it was not the Empress who was in the palace, but Consort Zhao. The Emperor doted on Consort Zhao a lot and her palanquin looked very similar to the Empress’s.

They entered the doors as they spoke and saw Emperor Zongwen seated in the middle of the hall. The beautiful woman who wore elegant make-up was Consort Zhao of Mingyue Palace.

Consort Zhao was dressed up beautifully. She wore a plain colored skirt that was embroidered with peonies. Her blouse was a light red color that was made of silk. A piece of cloth was tied under her chest, high above her waist, causing her full blossom to look even fuller. Peonies embroidered with gold thread covered her dress from top to bottom. The threads glowed brilliantly and eye-catchingly.

Consort Zhao was no longer elegantly and plainly dressed like when they first met her. Instead, she was dressed luxuriously and elegantly, like a rich woman. Her every move made her seem even more striking and alluring.

Feng Yuran strode up, ignoring Consort Zhao. He bowed to Emperor Zongwen and said, “Greetings, Father.”