Chapter 395 - The Suspicious History of Consort Zhao (1/2)
Chapter 395 The Suspicious History of Consort Zhao
“Who is Consort Zhao?” Lying in the arms of Feng Yuran, Mo Xuetong asked. It was rare that both of them were free in the afternoon and thus they took a nap together. Mo Xuetong knew that Emperor Zongwen sent a huge portion of official doc.u.ments secretly to King Xuan’s manor for Feng Yuran to read privately. He was indeed busy!
She wondered how much disbelief those court officials would be when they knew all their doc.u.ments were signed and read by Feng Yuran, especially since they had disdain for the flamboyant and incompetent demeanor he put up.
“Consort Zhao?” The gentle smile of Feng Yuran turned cold as his pupils turned dark upon hearing this name. He snickered, “Tong’er won’t know that Consort Zhao is my mother’s sister.”
He was obviously a little angry and cold!
“The birth daughter of He family?” Mo Xuetong pulled his hand over and rubbed it on her face, asking him with a little surprise.
Consort Xian was the adopted daughter of He family and not a real family member. This woman must then be the biological daughter! No wonder He Yuxiu mentioned Consort Zhao time after time, smiling in the process. She did want something from her.
“Yes, as they were afraid that their wealth would run out, He family sent their biological daughter together with their adopted daughter, allowing the two to look after each other in the palace.” Feng Yuran explained coldly, his chilly smile hanging on his face as he blinked. He lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in them.
She knew he must be sad as he thought of Consort Xian.
Mo Xuetong hugged his muscular waist and buried her head in his chest, rubbing it on. She comforted him gently, “Consort Zhao is merely a replacement of Mother, not the real one. See, she barely left the palace for all these years. In the mind of the Emperor, she was merely the woman like Mother.”
How could a favored concubine not leave the palace at all, especially when she belonged to the He family? With the temperament of the He family, it was hard for Mo Xuetong to imagine Consort Zhao to be a cold individual. If she was truly doted and chose not to show off, it would be akin to walking at night in a gown, something extremely depressing.
Since Consort Zhao never left Mingyue Palace for the past 10 years, she must be imprisoned by Emperor Zongwen.
How could a favored concubine be treated like this!
Of course, from another aspect, the rumor about her being favored must be largely untrue!
Thinking a little deeper, she realized that Consort Zhao caught the attention of the Emperor more than ten years ago, around the time when Consort Xian died. The two were sisters and the Emperor visited her once or twice per month, not much… Regardless, Consort Zhao seemed like a replacement of Consort Xian.
“She is already dead! It’s too late to think about it now!” Feng Yuran complained out of frustration and closed his eyes. He did not let go of his hand and grabbed Mo Xuetong tightly, his face stone cold.
He would never forget the death of his mother. During that warm morning, he saw his mother turn cold in front of him, without any warmth emitting from that small body and only the smile of her lingering in his ears. However, the memories of her smile would not be able to warm her body.
What was that man doing? He was flirting with other women, and didn’t even see his mother for one last time!
It was amusing to him. Before, he thought that he was the happiest kid in the world, with Father and Mother who loved him dearly and everything he wanted. However, everything turned cold when that bowl of soup was sent in. The warmth was lost from his world together with the cold body of his mother.
“Yuran, Yuran, how are you?” Feeling the stiffness of Feng Yuran, Mo Xuetong pushed him aside carefully and struggled to get out. She turned around to examine his expression.
“I’m fine.” Feng Yuran heaved a sigh of relief as he suppressed his frustration. He lifted his eyes to look at Mo Xuetong, full of concern in his eyes as his heart turned warm again. He felt a slight pain, a slight itch, and a tinge of warmth in his heard as he patted her slim shoulder and pulled her to his body, laughing. “So what’s the deal with He family?”
“He family wanted to flatter their Consort Zhao and see your aunt. Since they wanted to go into the palace, I shall help him and see how powerful that Consort Zhao really is!” Mo Xuetong’s lips curved into a smile as her red cherry lips gave off seductive vibes, as if she was quite amused by the drama.
Consort Zhao seemed like a difficult character but she did not know what role she played in the affairs of He family. Mo Xuetong hoped that she was not the mastermind that harmed Feng Yuran in his previous life.
Her flirtatious look made Feng Yuran inevitably relax as he pinched her upright nose. “You want to enjoy their drama?”
“Why did you pinch me again!” Mo Xuetong pushed away his big hand and covered her nose with the other hand, exclaiming, “I merely wanted to enjoy their drama. Who asked them to come and visit you from time to time, not respecting me as the Lady at all?”
“So sour! Are you jealous?” Feng Yuran was stunned for a while before laughing. His handsome gaze focused on Mo Xuetong, full of happiness without a tinge of his depressed self just now.
Seeing his arrogant look, Mo Xuetong gritted her teeth. “Sour, my foot.”
Suddenly, the sound of her teeth gritting turned into a peal of slight laughter as she feigned graciousness, saying.
“I’m not jealous! I’m the most gracious. Tell your cousins that there’s no need to watch you secretly anymore. I shall bring them in tomorrow and send them to your back garden. This is so to appease a certain someone who keeps wanting to lure them in.”