2582 First Clash
Her short-circuited brain finally seeemed to connect. She looked dazedly at the cold-faced Mo Lian who was sitting at the table.
How could this be?
His Highness the Crown Prince was so noble. How could he accompany that little b*tch to watch a performance at Listless Pavilion?
What virtues did this woman have for His Highness the Crown Prince to dote on her so much, even coming out with her for an evening excursion?
Didn't everyone say that she was just a village girl from a mountain village?
His Highness the Crown Prince had just brought her back to the Divine Province out of an occasional act of extreme kindness. Once His Highness the Crown Prince met the noble ladies of the Divine Province and developed a broader outlook, he would clearly know the heaven-and-earth difference between them and the little b*tch. His Highness the Crown Prince was sure to kick aside this little b*tch sooner or later, right?
Mu Rouyun did not know why, but her palms started sweating.
She was only fourteen, after all. She was normally supercilious yet did not have any great ability.
She naturally did not know how to fully take things into account at her young age. Now that she was met with trouble, she could only stand there dumbstruck. Her mind blanked out, and she did not know how to respond.
Su Xitao was also stunned next to her. She sized up Crown Prince Mo in disbelief.
What?! This was His Highness the Crown Prince of the Divine Province who had just entered the imperial capital?
Qiao Mu was angered to laughter by this woman's scrutinizing gaze. She would rather be interacting with smart people like Jing Linyao instead of wasting her breath on this moron in front of her.
"Are you done looking?" Qiao My did not like other people sizing up her man. She ordered with a cold stoic face, "Someone, tie her up and send her to the Zheng Prince's Estate."
Tung immediately appeared in front of Su Xitao. He didn't say anything to her and directly restrained her.
"Let go, let go of me! Let go of me, you scoundrel! How dare you treat me this way? My eldest brother won't let you off!" Su Xitao screamed at Qiao Mu with a sinister gaze.
"Stop it." Suddenly, a mild voice interrupted the ruckus in the room.
"Tao'er, how can you be so discourteous in front of His Highness the Crown Prince?"
The person wore sapphire blue casual clothes. His black hair was combed up high and secured under an ink-black coronet.
Mo Xikang walked in swiftly and glared at his younger sister Su Xitao with displeasure.
Mo Xikang was around 27 or 28. He looked like a scholarly and temperate man, and his looks were naturally not as outstanding as people from the Mo Clan, but even in front of the peerlessly handsome and elegant crown prince, Mo Xikang's gentlemanly looks and outstanding manner didn't pale too much.
"Tao'er, quickly apologize to the crown prince and the crown prince consort."
Mo Xikang's wife followed inside behind him. She was the Zheng Prince Consort, Shi Yongyan.
When she saw the young crown prince consort's black and profound eyes upon entering, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive.
Ever since the episode at Great General Zhongli's Estate, Shi Yongyan felt the young crown prince consort looked like a mama tiger that would go berserk at any moment…
It was best not to provoke her if possible.
Shi Yongyan was a slicker character than her haughty and ill-mannered second sister. She saluted with a smile upon entering. "Greetings to the crown prince and the crown prince consort."
Qiao Mu responded with a semi-salute. "Sister-in-Law."
No matter what, as long as the Zheng Prince was still the emperor's adopted son, there was no escaping addressing them as 'adoptive brother' and 'adoptive sister-in-law.'
Qiao Mu also knew how to put on a pretense. Wasn't it just acting harmonious?
