Chapter Nineteenth: Gentle

  "Nothing can be done without entering the Hall of Three Treasures——"

  Mo Yunxuan wrapped the ink cloak around his body, leaning against the chair with his entire back. His black eyes shone brightly, staring straight ahead. The ink-black hair was cut into a firm and sharp angle, hanging straight down along the broad spine.

  Ning Wang's lips twitched slightly as he pulled out a yellow imperial edict from his collar.

  "Vice Minister of Revenue Cao Yu's memorial to Your Majesty was intercepted by someone under my command. Take a look yourself."

  Things flew out quickly, with a lift of the hand, agile movements, and landed steadily in the palm.

  Slowly and deliberately opening it, he glanced at Ning Wang with a sarcastic smile: "Privately intercepting the imperial court's official documents is a capital offense..."

  "This damned old man"

  Mo Yunxuan lowered his head, paused for a moment, and a hint of gloom flashed across his face. He then closed the folding fan and lazily swept it across the desk before raising his head to glance at Ning Wang with an indifferent tone, saying:

  "You're usually quite capable of dealing with people like this, aren't you? Last time, that University Scholar from the Hanlin Academy was thoroughly purged - some were killed, others exiled. I heard that previously, there was an unmarried young lady in that family who was taken in by Zui Chunfeng. What's going on now, have you gone soft?"

  "Do you know who is behind this matter?"

  Mo Yunxuan didn't open his mouth, his black calm eyes emitted a profound light, and he added a sentence full of sarcasm.

  "Your esteemed father-in-law, the Right Minister of our country of Muxuan ——"

  Hooked up the corners of his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away with a confident look.

  "----How about it, are you also prepared to let his family be ruined and his daughter, your princess, be sent to Zui Chunfeng to become a courtesan?"

  For a long time, a cold sentence, staring deeply at a certain place on the corner of the table with a dazed expression, the jade ring reflected the flames that were jumping and dancing in the stove.

  "What do you want to do—"

  Ning Wang smiled, his deep eyes gazing at him, and he lowered his head, as if wanting to see into his heart.

  "It's better for them to come one by one."

  Unfortunately, the man's head also lowered early on, with a thoughtful expression, his hand holding the jade ring tapping lightly on the armrest, half a moment, then stood up.

  He took a step forward, no longer paying attention to Ning Wang who was still sitting in the study, and stepped out of the door with his wide brocade robe fluttering wildly.

  Tianju Garden

  "Has the princess fallen asleep yet?" — a cold, low voice at the door.

  "Reporting back to Your Highness, it is——"

  "Have you had dinner before going to bed?"

  "I've tried, but... The princess's stomach seems to be in a bad state..." The maid's voice suddenly dropped.

  "Go ahead——"

  In the dark of night, Mo Yunxuan's expression was indifferent as he turned his eyes, with one hand behind his back and the other lightly pushing open the door. Inside the room, there was only a single flickering candle, probably because the servants were afraid of disturbing their master's rest and had extinguished the extra candles.

  With the faint light of the lamp, one side of the bed curtain was hooked up, pulling out a series of magnificent and winding arcs.

  A face as pure and beautiful as a jade carving lay on the bed, with delicate eyebrows like the mist at dusk, and fine eyelashes that curled up and outwards, exuding an indescribable sense of slender beauty, just like the small nose tip below the slightly upturned pink lips.

  In a breath, the fragrance flows, a slender white arm rests on the outside, pressed against the soft brocade quilt.

  Mo Yunxuan sat on the bed, her black eyes fixed intently on the person sleeping soundly on it. She gently picked up the hand that had been left in the cold air and put it back under the covers.

  "Mother... Mother..."

  Soft and soft lips, a dazed voice, Mo Yunxuan's expression stiffened.

  A large and hot palm gently stroked that smooth little face.

  For a moment, reluctant to withdraw

  He brushed away the loose strands of hair on her face, and a gentle kiss landed on her cheek. Unfortunately, Xia Ziyou couldn't see the tenderness and affection in his eyes at that moment.

  She is his wife, a queen he chose with his own hands, and he won't let anyone hurt a single hair on her head. No one has the right to do so, nor does anyone have the ability.

  As his gentle assault grew stronger, delicate kisses fell on the side of her ear, the nape of her neck, and down further.

  "No. Don't..."

  The person under him finally began to react, and Xia Ziwei, who was murmuring in his sleep, protested that he couldn't sleep well.