The woman's charming and fuzzy syllables were extremely clear in the silent room.
Mo Ronyan looked at her fair face in profile, a low chuckle escaped from his throat.
He bent down and gently flicked the woman's snow-white nose with his clear finger bones, "You little heartless one."
"I asked you to eat something first and go to bed early because I'm afraid you'll be tired."
"When I come back, I will naturally drink Hexin wine with you."
Su Ruotang murmured, rubbed her cheek against his palm, and made no sound again.
Mo Ronyan sat on the side of the bed, his palms against her soft cheeks, and looked at her quietly.
After a long time, he gently held her head, made her lie down, and took out his hand.
He pinched the sore eyebrows, he was obviously very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
He lazily leaned on the bedside and looked out the window in the distance.
The hand with clear joints was placed at the side of the body. If he stretched out his hand slightly, he could touch Su Ruotang's thin white fingers exposed outside the quilt.
The moonlight fell from the window, coating his long, cold white hands with a layer of jade.
Near dawn, he went to the side room to change his clothes. After a simple bath, he went directly to the study.
"Go check on the fire in Su Muyao's yard."
Shen Shi agreed and handed the sketch of the hairpin that the painter in his house took an hour and a half to draw to Mo Rongyan.
"Your Highness, this is the manuscript that the painter rushed out overnight."
It was different from the cold and warm atmosphere of the Third Prince's Mansion.
The Fifth Prince's Mansion was cold and silent.
Mo Xiaoya was wearing a red wedding dress and sitting blankly in the front hall.
His personal guard Xu Shuang knelt on one knee and said: "Your Highness, it has been confirmed that the body is indeed Miss Su."
After a while, Mo Xiaoya slowly spoke, his voice extremely hoarse, "Why did she commit suicide?"
Xu Shuang was silent for a moment and said: "My subordinates heard that Mrs. Zhang did not collect enough for the dowry of the third prince's concubine, so she pawned all Miss Su's jewelry and exchanged it for silver taels to give to the third prince's concubine."
Mo Xiaoya clenched the armrest suddenly, his eyes gradually turned cold, "So, it was Su Ruotang who forced Yao'er to death!"
"It's a good time to die. You can pursue Miss Gu and Miss Shang!" The queen stepped into the front hall with the support of Aunt Gui.
Mo Xiaoya stood up and saluted: "My son, I have met my mother."
The queen sat in the first place and looked at him calmly, "Shang Ruyan will return to Beijing in a few days. She is very popular among the people in Jiangnan. Remember to pick her up then."
Although Shang Ruyan's grandfather has resigned from the post of Taifu, he was a veteran of two dynasties and had many disciples.
If they can get the support of merchants and the Gu family, Mo Rongyan and the Liu family will have nothing to fear.
Mo Xiaoya pursed his lips, hesitated, and said, "Queen Mother, I want to see Yao'er."
"Don't go!" The queen slapped the armrest suddenly and stared at him with hatred, "Ms. Zhang has been demoted to a concubine. Su Muyao has been buried outside the city. Now many eyes are staring at you. Do you really want to Ruining all these years of hard work for a woman?"
Mo Xiaoya clenched his hands and his eyes flickered.
After a moment, he slowly let go of his hand and said in a hoarse voice filled with fatigue, "I understand."
The Queen looked at him with distress in her eyes.
She stood up, took Mo Xiaoya's hand, and comforted her softly, "When your big things are done, what kind of woman do you want? Don't ruin your big things for the sake of a daughter."
"Yes, Queen Mother." Mo Xiaoya lowered his eyes, seeming to have made some kind of determination, "I will go to Jiangnan tomorrow."
When the queen heard this, her eyes lit up, "Okay, I just happened to take Miss Shang back to Beijing."
Mo Xiaoya responded in a low voice and asked: "Mother, Shang Ruyan loves the Third Emperor Brother wholeheartedly. She really..."
The queen smiled coldly: "Silly boy, you don't understand women."
"The fact that Shang Ruyan was recognized as a living Bodhisattva by the people in the south of the Yangtze River proves that she has a very deep mind, and it is true that she loves Mo Ronyan."
"But no matter how deep the love is, it can't resist the temptation of power. What's more, Mo Ronyan is married to the main concubine. With Shang Ruyan's pride, she will never be his concubine."
"Once the disappointment is gone, a woman will become ruthless and will not care about any friendship."
Having said this, the queen paused and continued: "Remember, the gift for returning to the capital for Mr. Shang should be similar to the blood coral for Mr. Gu."
"But Queen Mother, I can't afford so much silver at once."
The queen narrowed her eyes with a cold expression, "The food and grass sent by Mr. and Mrs. Tan Ming should have arrived in Yunzhou by now."
Mo Xiaoya's pupils shrank: "Mother, what do you mean..."
"Go ahead, now that this matter is done, you can still receive a great achievement in front of your father."
Mo Xiaoya hesitated for a moment and left in a hurry.
What no one noticed was that an inconspicuous carriage left the city before dawn and disappeared into the night.
The next day.
Su Ruotang opened her eyes and met Qing Wan's worried eyes.
Her voice was a little hoarse when she just woke up, "What time is it?"
He gently helped her stand up: "Miss, are you still feeling unwell?"
Su Ruotang sat up and was about to speak in confusion when the inner garment suddenly fell down from his shoulders.
Her green-white fingertips subconsciously hooked the clothes, and her first reaction was: Does she still have the habit of taking off her clothes when sleeping at night?
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the smooth skin on his arms, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
After applying the ointment, there were large rose red marks and only a faint pink color remained.
In her previous life, she was also allergic to hazelnut cake, but if she only ate a small bite, it wouldn't be so serious, at most it would be a little uncomfortable.
She had overestimated the body's quality.
Su Ruotang tightened her lips, and a picture of flowers in the moonlight and mirror appeared in her mind.
Last night, an aristocratic man dressed in red knelt half-kneeling beside the bed, using his hands as exquisite as jade carvings, he took the trouble to apply ointment to her over and over again, and gently coaxed her...
The man's slightly cool fingers passed across her skin, bringing with it the slightest comfortable coolness.
It turns out that these are all true.
Then... is it true that he didn't drink Hexin wine with me?
