Chapter Ten An Old Acquaintance

  Mo Yunxuan gently lifted her gaze, her hand lightly raised Xia Ziqi's delicate face, skin that was fragile as a bubble, this kind of smooth and fine texture was something that nothing else in the world could match.

  He gazed at her intently, his dark eyes mysterious and unfathomable. Xia Zi's beautiful big eyes had fine eyelashes that curled upwards, like crystal-like pupils shining with tears, filled with fear, obediently staying in his arms, not daring to move, like a fragile porcelain doll.

  "This king warns you, next time if you dare to say return to Xiang Fu again, this king will make sure you can never leave Tian Ju Yuan again——"

  As soon as the words fell, Xia Ziwei shuddered violently, tightly wrapping her arms around the warm stove in her hands, as if this could give her some temperature and a sense of existence, her limbs stiffened and no longer moved.

  This is the Wang Fu, her every move, every word and deed cannot escape his eyes

  "Did you hear that?"

  He raised an eyebrow, his tone light and airy, his hand tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

  Xia Zi Li hurriedly nodded, and her tears flowed freely.

  He stared at her tear-stained face, unmoved, his gaze falling on the slender small hands holding the warmer, his scorching palms covering them, only to find that her hands were icy cold.

  The dishes on the table were uncovered one by one, emitting hot air. The servants were busy setting out chopsticks and bowls. Luo Yufeng was already sitting down without any courtesy, gently pushing her away. Mo Yunxuan's tall figure stood up and walked to the table, letting her slowly follow behind him.

  Exquisite silver spoons and chopsticks were spread out on a white silk cloth, Xia Zi Li sat beside Mo Yun Xuan's side, carefully tasting the flavor, her eyes occasionally glancing at his cold, icy profile, but saw that Mo Yun Xuan was just focused on holding the spoon to drink the soup in the bowl, not paying much attention to her, and she let out a slight sigh of relief.

  "The palace has recently promoted a new noble consort, and the emperor is now going to great lengths to please this noble lady. Just the other day, he issued imperial decrees everywhere to collect rare treasures from all over the world, and any official who was favored by her would be promoted immediately, such favoritism is really something... This matter has been spread far and wide..."

  Imperial Concubine. Xia Ziyu's face turned white in an instant, her hand trembled heavily, and the silver chopsticks at her fingertips made a clear ringing sound.

  In an instant, she realized her abnormality. Her face turned even whiter, and she glanced lightly at Mo Yunxuan, only to find that he still had his head down, not saying a word, drinking the soup in small sips, with half of his face hidden in the shadows, oblivious to what was happening around him.

  Jian Mo Yunxuan didn't react, Luo Yufeng smiled knowingly and continued speaking to himself after downing a cup of wine.

  "The newly appointed noble consort, Mu Xuan country has won another victory, the war will stop soon. I'm afraid that the greatest contributor, Huang Fu Hua, will return to the court today. The emperor seems to have the intention of holding a banquet in the palace to celebrate his triumph and welcome him back. Heh, it's going to be lively inside the palace for a while."

  The teasing words had just fallen when the fingers trembled and a 'clang' sound, the clear metallic sound fell to the ground in the cold air.

  A strange silence, Xia Zili's face was pale beyond compare

  Mo Yunxuan still didn't raise his head, his voice was faint.

  "Get the queen another pair of chopsticks—"

  The maid busily changed the tableware again and picked up the silver chopsticks that had fallen on the ground.

  Luoyu Feng stopped speaking, his strong fingers grasped the wine cup, and a glass of wine went down.

  Hao Gege, Hao Gege. You've finally decided to come back?

  Golden armor and iron horse, you fulfilled your grand passion of a thousand miles, fulfilled your endless thoughts of her.

  So, where have you forgotten all the promises you made to me?

  Lowering one's head, a thin layer of desolate mist on clear eyes...