Not caring so much, when Mo Lan arrived at the Shen family, Yan Sike was already dying.
"I called you here because I have something to tell you. Yuan'er disappeared in the South China Sea two days ago. The ship he traveled on sank. The people who accompanied him salvaged it for several days, but there was no news. Your Uncle Shen went to look for him. , I'm dying. This is the secret key of the Shen family. I entrusted the Shen family to you. Someone wants to attack the Mo family, or in other words, attack you. Yuan'er has always regarded you as his biological sister. I hope you will in the future. Can protect the Shen family just like the Mo family."
Mo Lan took the key tremblingly, and Yan Sike closed his eyes.
She never thought that this dispute would involve the Mo family. She thought that if she stayed humble and thought of herself as a waste, those people would not touch the Mo family.
What she didn't expect was that it was the Shen family's mother and son who saw through her. She held Yan Sike's hand tightly and said, "Auntie, don't worry, Brother Shen will definitely come back."
Yan Sike's funeral affairs were left to the Shen family to handle, but he heard gossip coming from the street.
"Have you heard? The seventh princess disappeared on the way to the palace!"
"Ouch, the rumor is so weird. She disappeared. The seventh prince's concubine became the Qian family's. I thought the guard of honor sent her by mistake, but there was only an empty sedan for the fifth prince."
Mo Lan hurried to the palace, but was escorted directly to Qianyu Palace by the guards. The emperor was furious.
"Guizi, what are you talking about? This world has been worshiped, how can there be a woman with two husbands? Qian Shuyu will be the seventh prince's concubine from now on!"
Gong Shaoqian argued with the emperor and blushed, but he could only clenched his fists, his expression suddenly firm.
"Your Majesty, the Mo family is all here."
Gong Chen rarely talked to Gong Shaoqian and put him aside, "I ask you, but the prince is not worthy of your daughter, so he dares to plan an escape marriage!"
Mo Lan was a little confused and could only hear Yan Sike's voice in her ears, "Someone wants to attack the Mo family, someone wants to attack the Mo family..."
"Reporting to the emperor, the Mo family has no intention of doing this. It is truly a blessing to be able to marry into the Tian family. We watched Mo Ran get into the sedan with our own eyes, and there were so many guards escorting him. It is impossible for a person to disappear out of thin air!"
Gong Chen stepped forward with a cold face, "You mean, Mo Ran was lost by the royal family?"
Mo Lan immediately kowtowed, "I don't dare, I'm afraid that some bad guy will try to challenge the royal majesty and kidnap Mo Ran."
"Inside the Imperial Palace! Who..."
Gong Chen was halfway through speaking, but did not continue. Mo Lan could feel that the emperor must have thought of something, and even knew the inside story.
But she didn't dare to speak rashly, otherwise, the Mo family would have to meet under Jiuquan today.
But, Mo Ran, where are you?
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Mo Ran has been found!"
"Now that you've found it, why are you so panicked?"
The internal official who came to deliver the news was sweating profusely. He raised his head slightly, looked at Mo Hong, and swallowed his saliva.
"The seventh prince and his people searched everywhere in the capital and found him in an alley. It seems that his innocence has been ruined!"
As soon as these words came out, Song Fuyue fainted. Mo Hong caught her steadily, as if he could no longer hold on.
Mo Lan's eyes turned red, and she climbed up and grabbed the officer's collar, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"My servant is not talking nonsense. He is at the seventh prince's place now. Miss Mo can go and see for herself."
Mo Lan ignored the etiquette and ran directly from Qianyu Palace to the seventh prince's palace, and Mo Ran's screams reached his ears.
But Mo Lan didn't dare to get close and stopped, "Don't touch me!"
When Mo Lan came to her senses, Mo Ran's wedding dress was full of stains, her bun was scattered, and the clothes on her chest had been torn into pieces. She was very emotional.
The palace maid who was trying to change her clothes was scratched in the face by her, and she was hiding in the corner, not daring to get close.
"Ran'er!"
Mo Ran stopped going crazy, but his expression was not right. With tears in his eyes, he stared at Mo Lan, "Gong Xiaoqi! You are here, you are here to marry me!"
Mo Lan held him tightly in her arms, comforted her, and personally washed her and put her into clean clothes.
Seeing her sleeping peacefully on the bed, the tears she had been holding back fell. She couldn't help crying and covered her mouth tightly.
"Seventh Prince."
Seeing that the sky was turning pale outside, Mo Lan stood up and walked out, and slapped Gong Ruize in front of everyone.
"Snapped!"
The clear and loud voice shocked everyone, "Congratulations to the Seventh Prince. I had my lovely wife in my arms last night. She has a warm and fragrant nephrite. I must be in a good mood now."
"No, elder sister, listen to me..."
Mo Lan grabbed his collar and said softly, "To provoke her before you grow up is to torture her. I want to take her back, but you can't protect her!"
Loosening his collar and seeing the pain on his face, Mo Lan smiled sadly. What's the use of being in pain now.
"Miss Mo wants to leave the palace as early as possible."
After receiving the news, Gong Yi rushed back from the military camp and saw his nephew being slapped.
Through the mask, Mo Lan couldn't see what he was thinking, so she could only restrain her emotions and let the servants of the Mo family pack their things.
"Miss Mo, I haven't seen the young man in red who has been following you for the past few days. I haven't seen him for two days. I wonder if he is okay."
"he's good."
"Yeah?"
Mo Lan didn't answer. Yes, Qin Jiyan was missing. So many things had happened, and she hadn't seen him for two days.
After Mo Ran was taken home, he clamored to find Gong Ruize every day. Mo Lan had to take care of her every day, and also took care of the Shen family and took time to go out and look for Qin Jiyan.
Qian Shuyu came to see her twice, but she turned him away.
Two days after returning, Gong Ruize became the crown prince. She knew that Gong Yi was responsible for this, but she had never known that the seventh prince actually had his support.
Late autumn is coming, and the leaves are falling. Mo Lan reads the letter from Jiangnan and rubs his head with a headache.
Now that she was the only one in the Shen family, the people in Shen's business began to make moves, and many people were even deliberately attacking the Shen family's business.
"Miss! The fifth prince is here!"
Mo Lan waved her hands in frustration, "No! You said I wasn't here!"
"I'm afraid I can't help you!"
Gong Shaoqian came in with a team of troops, "Get it!"
Mo Lan was holding on to the wall in the dungeon. Her health was getting worse and worse recently, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood while coughing.
The blood had a stench, and she fell to the ground. Haha, she didn't know when she was poisoned. What could she do to protect the two families?
"open the door."
"Yes, the Seventh Princess."
Mo Lan raised her head and looked at Qian Shuyu looking at her with pride, "Isn't it a good feeling to be a prisoner?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."
Mo Lan couldn't stop laughing wildly, "Miss Qian is so clever. She poisons my wine every day. It's really hard on you."
Qian Shuyu smiled proudly and looked at his newly painted Dankou with satisfaction, "You are a smart person, but it's a little late. Do you still like the big gift I gave to your sister?"
Mo Lan looked at her with wide eyes, and suddenly rushed forward, but was kicked by her and hit the wall. He fell to the ground, coughing continuously, and black blood continued to flow out.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you can't stand this anymore? It's Qin Jiyan who is happy with you every day, but she sent Mo Ran away with her own hands."
Mo Lan lay on the ground, breathing heavily and clenching his fists.
