The genealogy of the Liu family who stole the white house

  Imperial Study of the Palace

  After the early morning ceremony, I returned to the imperial study with the emperor and discussed matters for nearly an hour.

  Inside the imperial study, the majestic Emperor Xia Gao of Shu had been frowning since he saw Yan Mo, and his furrowed brow never relaxed.

  In his own Shu kingdom, there are actually people smuggling weapons. This is a matter of national security, how can he be so careless about it?

  Opposite him, a young and handsome man cupped his hands and said: "I have been ordered by the Emperor to secretly investigate Mao Shan Village. Although I have confirmed the location of the arms refining, but let the mastermind escape, which is a failure to fulfill the Emperor's heavy trust. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

  The Emperor Xia Gaoyao shook his head, furrowed his brow and sighed softly: "You've already made a great achievement by infiltrating the tiger's lair, I'm relieved that you can return safely... It's just that the people behind the scenes are too cunning, no clues were left behind..." Looking at the young man's exhausted expression across from him, he suddenly asked with concern, "Was there any danger when you infiltrated Mao Shan Village? Why does your complexion look so poor? I'll immediately summon the imperial physician to take a look at you..."

  "Your Majesty——" Yan Mo interrupted him with a bow, and replied in a low voice, "I have been injured, but I am fine now, no need to trouble the imperial physician, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

  Upon hearing this, Xia Gao suddenly stood up from the dragon chair and quickly walked to his front, lifted his arm, and asked with a cold face: "Was it someone from Maoshan Village who hurt you? Why didn't you say so when you came back? Tell me quickly, how serious is the injury? Where were you hurt?"

  His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the light in his eyes was complex and helpless. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Outsiders all said that the Emperor trusted him, but only he himself understood that the Emperor didn't trust him, but rather favored him. He couldn't even figure out what the Emperor was thinking, whether he wanted to make him a target for criticism, or have the various princes hate him.

  Relying on his own intuition and observation, he found that it was not like what he had guessed at all. The emperor was really good to him, and his words and deeds always made him feel a sense of misconception...

  "Your Majesty, while I was injured, I fortunately met a woman who saved me, not only did I escape the danger of losing my life, but also gave me the opportunity to investigate the place where the weapons were being forged."

  "There is such a woman, should be grateful to her. Are you sure the injury is not serious?" Regarding the woman that Yan Moyu intentionally mentioned, Xia Gao briefly glossed over it and immediately put the topic back on Yan Moyu's injury, as if he wanted him to give a clear answer before he could feel at ease. Those eyes full of majesty with a hint of hidden worry kept sizing up Yan Moyu, clearly searching for his injuries.

  Seeing this, Yan Mo nodded and replied in a low voice: "Yes, there's no major problem."

  Upon hearing this, Xia Gao finally let out a breath of relief, as if he had realized that his reaction was somewhat excessive. He turned around and sat back down on the dragon throne, his expression solemn once more. The tension that had briefly appeared earlier vanished, replaced by the majesty that only an emperor could possess.

  "Your mother went into the palace yesterday to see the empress and wanted to make arrangements for your marriage, what do you think about it?"

  The ink on his eyelids was dim and melancholy, and he lowered his voice to say: "It's a waste of your Majesty's heart. My mother has always been like this, her words are not worth remembering in your heart."

  Xia raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively: "Have you found a woman of your liking?"

  The clear and serene eyes flashed slightly, and Yan Mo also did not hide it, directly nodding in response: "Reply to the Emperor, I indeed have found a woman who meets my expectations."

  At these words, Xia Gao's eyes lit up: "Who is it?"

  "It was the woman who saved me in Maoshan Village."

  Suddenly, Xia Gao's expression turned greatly displeased: "How can that be? You are a hereditary prince, although of a different surname, but we have always treated you as one of our own. With your status, how can you marry a village girl from the mountains?"

  His handsome face sank, his expression more serious and cold than usual. He cupped his hands and said: "If that's the case, then I won't trouble Your Majesty further. As for my mother, I will do my best to persuade her. After all, there are already several concubines in my household, so the position of principal wife is not urgent. I will definitely keep a sharp eye out and choose carefully." Before Xia Gao could speak up, he paused and continued: "If Your Majesty has no further instructions, then I will take my leave now. May I be excused!"

  After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands and bowed, then turned around and walked out of the imperial study without looking back.

  "......?!" Xia Gao was somewhat displeased, his eyes staring blankly in the direction where the figure had disappeared. After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

  This child is just like her when she was younger, seemingly easy-going but actually very stubborn.

  I shouldn't have opposed it so strongly just now. Look at that child's attitude, as if he won't marry anyone else but that village girl. If that's really the case, what can be done?

  Let's calculate it, he is virtually twenty-six years old, the crown prince is twenty-seven, but the crown princess has been married for seven or eight years...

  ……

  Back in the palace, I was rushed to the Qiushi's courtyard - Liyuan by my grandmother and grandfather who were as anxious as Yan Mo.

  Every time he arrives at Pear Courtyard and sees the pear trees filling the entire courtyard, he feels extremely uncomfortable in his heart. He can't even understand why he dislikes these pear trees so much.

  But he had no choice but to come here after all. This was also where his mother lived.

  The maid went ahead to inform Qiu Shi that Wang Ye had arrived. Qiu Shi, who had been annoyed for nearly a month, finally felt slightly relieved and quickly brought the guests invited to the mansion today to the front hall.

  The son greeted his mother. Standing in front of Qiu Shi, Yan Mo made a calm and composed bow.

  So indifferent and distant, Qiu Shi seemed to be used to it, so he didn't notice at all. He stood up from his high seat, walked to the guest's side, pulled a slender and beautiful woman with him, and brought her in front of Yan Mo. With a warm smile on his face, he said softly: "Mo Er, this is the eldest daughter of the White House, named Xin Bi, today she was specially invited by your mother as a guest."

  "Little girl Bai Xinbi has seen the king." The woman lowered her head, blushing and timidly, very dignified, gave Yan Mo a courtesy bow.

  His eyes narrowed, and he was about to bid farewell to his mother when he suddenly stared at the shy woman in front of him, his half-closed eyes widening, his tall and sturdy body stiffening, staring at her for a moment before issuing an order:

  "Look up!"

  The cold and hard tone of voice made the woman stunned for a moment, but she immediately raised her head, and her charming eyes met the man's scrutinizing gaze.

  "Your Highness?" The man in front of her was elegant and refined, with a majestic bearing, his figure like that of an immortal. He was one of the few handsome men in Shu Xia Kingdom, and his reputation in the imperial court even surpassed that of the several princes. He was the person she had been thinking about day and night. In the past, she could only gaze at him from afar during palace banquets, but now, seeing him up close, he was even more stunningly handsome, and involuntarily, her exquisite face flushed with two rosy clouds.

  "Are you a woman of the White Manor?" For an instant, he stared unblinkingly at the woman's face, his hand clenched into a fist under his sleeve. His usually calm and peaceful eyes were now filled with an unusual glow.

  Only he himself knew how shocked he was at this moment, so shocked that he almost burst with joy...

  How can there be such identical people in this world?!

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that there could be two people so alike!

  It was just him who knew that the woman in front of him, named Bai Xinbi, wasn't her!

  The woman, due to her impoverished life, was as thin as a rake, and when he hugged her, he could hardly feel her weight. The result of malnutrition had left her short and frail. Standing in front of him, she didn't even reach his shoulder...

  The woman in front of him was at least half a head taller than the other woman, stunningly beautiful, with a plump and elegant figure. Whether it was her attire or her speech, she carried herself with the demeanor of a noble lady, and compared to that disheveled and dirty-faced woman, they were as different as heaven and earth.

  Although their faces look exactly the same, I inexplicably feel a sense of disgust towards him. One is dressed in elegant attire, exuding an air of refinement and beauty, while the other looks unkempt and even less dignified than a street beggar. Yet, for some reason, the image that keeps appearing in his mind is that of the one wearing tattered clothes.

  Especially those eyes, with a hint of arrogance, a hint of stubbornness, a hint of randomness, and a hint of cunning... deeply engraved on his heart, unable to forget no matter what...

  "Son, what's the meaning of this?" Mrs. Qiu found her son to be obviously not right and hastily intervened, softly scolding: "Look at your reaction! Miss Bai is a lady from a respectable family, how can you stare at her like that? Even if you like her, shouldn't you restrain yourself somewhat?"

  "Mother, I remember that there are still some things that have not been dealt with, so I won't disturb you and Miss Bai's conversation. I'll take my leave first!" Having been interrupted by Mrs. Qiu, Yan Mo finally came back to his senses, discovering his own loss of composure. He composed himself, expressionless, and bowed to Mrs. Qiu before turning around and leaving the Pear Garden without regard for the reactions of the two women.

  "Old lady..." Bai Xinbi's face was filled with puzzlement and disappointment. How could he just leave like that?

  Seeing the reluctance in her eyes, Qiu gently held her hand and comfortingly smiled: "Miss Bai, don't be upset. My son is a bit introverted and not good at pleasing people, you need to be more tolerant."

  Although she knew it was a polite remark made by the substitute king, Bai Xingbi had to respond gently: "The king is highly valued by the emperor and handles all matters personally. Being busy is also understandable. I can only admire the king's talents and dare not have any complaints. You are worrying too much, old madam."

  Qiu nodded in satisfaction: "As expected of a noble lady, you indeed know how to behave. If my son can marry Miss Bai as his wife, that would truly be my son's good fortune."

  Bai Xin's face turned red with shame as she lowered her head: "Old Madam, you're being too modest. To be able to marry the Prince is a blessing... From now on, just call me by my name, 'Miss' sounds a bit too formal."

  Upon hearing this, Qiu Shi became even more pleased, her smile broadening as she patted Bai Xinbi's hand repeatedly and laughed: "Good good good, from now on I'll call you Xinbi."

  ……

  Yin Du was guarding outside the pear garden when he suddenly saw his own grandfather walking out of the courtyard with a stern face, not even giving him a glance, and hastily heading towards the study in the main courtyard. He felt puzzled at the same time and quickly followed after him.

  "Prince Wang, you wouldn't have agreed to Old Madam's arrangement, would you?" Yin Du anxiously asked as soon as he entered the study. He had heard about Miss Bai of the White Manor visiting the manor today, and it was clear that this was Old Madam's deliberate arrangement!

  Dad, you mustn't have taken a fancy to Miss Bai!

  "Close the door!" Yan Mo Yu frowned, his cold face seemed to be shrouded in thick dark clouds, and he gave a chilly command.

  Yin Du hastened to comply.

  Locking the door, before he could speak again, a cold and hard voice came: "Come over, I have something for you to do!"

  "Grandfather, what's going on?" Yin Du walked over with a puzzled expression.

  After hearing what his grandfather said in a low voice, he widened his eyes in surprise: "Grandfather, you're not joking, are you? You want me to sneak into the White House and steal the White family's genealogy?"

  Digression

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