"They constantly seek our Shenzhou's protection. This time, they even sent their youngest and most beautiful third princess."
"I've already met Princess Yan Yun, Empress Dowager said. She's well-educated, exceptionally gentle, and very amiable. Why don't you take her as a concubine, Your Majesty? Firstly, it would reassure the young king of Zhucu, and secondly, it would help our Shenzhou imperial family flourish and expand."
"I believe, Your Majesty, you would like her..."
Mo Liusheng's face turned as black as a pot. He waved his hand forcefully, stopping the Empress Dowager from continuing, "No need!"
He hadn't even met this Princess Yan Yun. For the Empress Dowager to inexplicably, and on her own accord, suggest he'd be attracted to her?
Where did she get such immense confidence to think he would take that princess from a small country as a concubine?
Mo Liusheng, his face full of anger, flicked his sleeves and left.
They were all so troublesome!
The thought of his flawless [Empress] still lying silently in that cold place. And yet, there were so many troublesome people trying to get close to him. Every time he thought of this, he couldn't suppress the rage in his heart, wanting to tear apart all those despicable women who intentionally or unintentionally tried to approach him.
Whoever came would be unlucky!
Lord Qiaoqiao waved her hand, dissolving the swirling vortex of the demon's eye vision, which was surrounded by spiritual power.
The last image to appear within the spiritual vortex was the Emperor's striding figure leaving Yongren Palace.
Lord Qiaoqiao said with displeasure, "This old woman is truly troublesome! She can't bother us, so she goes to bother your father."
"She's trying to find you a stepmother!" The thought filled Lord Qiaoqiao with displeasure.
Qiaoqiao's Lotus's mother was still unconscious, and these people were constantly thinking of replacing her.
How could this be allowed?
Mo Lian, however, smiled silently, holding her hand. "My father isn't that foolish either."
This proper biological father was not like the old king of Mo Kingdom, who was so infatuated that he would be completely charmed by someone like Zheng Ji.
If he had wanted to take concubines, his harem would have been blooming with flowers years ago.
His younger siblings would have been running all over the place long ago!
After so many years, his father remained unmoved, clearly single-mindedly devoted to his mother.
"As long as his heart is firm enough, I'll find a way to make that old woman quiet down," Mo Lian said lightly.
"Find something for that old woman to do," Lord Qiaoqiao said impatiently. "So she stops constantly staring at other people's family matters."
"Aren't there many issues in their Chen family? Give her more to deal with."
Mo Lian chuckled, hugging his little wife and nodding repeatedly. "Okay, I'll listen to my wife."
Lord Qiaoqiao nodded with satisfaction, then reached out and pushed her husband's body. "Go take a bath, you smell."
Where did he smell? Mo Lian pouted and reluctantly went to bathe.
The next morning, the young couple, following the Emperor's orders, left the palace on official duty.
Consequently, when Mu Qingya arrived at noon to invite the little Crown Princess home, she found the place empty again. Even Granny Qiu's expression had turned very unpleasant.
"Greetings, Crown Prince, Crown Princess." Manager Hu hastily bowed and saluted, then cupped his hands to the young man beside him. "Young Minister Zhang."
Zhang Heng, the Young Minister of Dali Temple, sized up the manager and nodded.
"Did anyone from the palace come to purchase sacred rice yesterday? Please explain the situation."
Manager Hu glanced at the little Crown Princess. Seeing her nod at him, he felt relieved.