Chapter 396 - 6 King Jin Manor Was Infinitely Close to the Throne (2/2)

“The others merely suspected. No one knew that Consort Jin was saved by Fu General Manor before giving birth to your mother. They only knew that Consort Kin had a child that was saved by an aristocrat, but no one was sure which family it was. Hence, they targeted the four great manors. In that year, there was no male offspring from the four great manors. Hence, Consort Jin must have given birth to a daughter.”

Feng Yuran touched her warmed face gently.

Involuntarily, Mo Xuetong rubbed her face on his long slender palm. She squinted as her long eyelashes brushed against his palm, sending warmth from within which heated her cold heart. “The reason why that incident happened in the four great manors was that the thing was hidden with a jade ornament?” She asked slowly.

Mo Xuetong turned sober now as she organized the details in her head.

Servant incident in the back garden of Fu General Manor; the missing lady of Mingguo Manor; kidnapped concubine of Ding General Manor and the theft of ancestral offerings in Ping General Manor were all related to each other and were all related to jade ornaments. With what Feng Yuran told her, Mo Xuetong had a rough idea of the whole situation.

“I heard that it was in a piece of jade ornament.” Feng Yuran replied.

“Is it important to you?” Mo Xuetong narrowed her eyes, but couldn’t help peeping at the expression of Feng Yuran, her hands tightly clenched beneath her sleeves.

Her sharp fingernails penetrated her palm as she bit her lower lip to suppress the throbbing at the bottom of the heart.

“It’s not important to me.” Feng Yuran smiled slightly as he kissed her closed eyelids. It felt like a feather brus.h.i.+ng across her face softly, destroying the thick castle she built in her heart. Her tears fell uncontrollably due to her inexplicable grievances and impulse. She could only grab his sleeves but could barely make clear the flying b.u.t.terflies on his purple robe! Her body was no longer stiff as she started s.h.i.+vering.

She could not stop crying!

If he was making use of her too, if he approached her for that object too, there was no one in the world she could trust anymore, no one…

“Feng Yuran, Feng Yuran…” She cried as she tried her best to look at his face and smile to him, calling out his name as if she could only feel his presence then. Just now, she felt that she was about to die. She was afraid that he would admit that it was important to him, afraid that he would say that it was his everything.

She was afraid that she was his chess piece, a piece that could be easily abandoned on his way to power.

She knew his ambition and she was willing to advance and retreat with him. However, she did not want him to approach her and marry her for that purpose.

His reply wasn’t long but it seemed like an entire life for her as blood froze in her heart. She was only revived hearing what he said, as her blood flowed again in her veins. Previously, under the light, she became more and more afraid, almost unable to face him.

If he was merely using her like everyone else, she would not have the courage to stay alive!

In her previous life, she was used by Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun. Her body burnt in the flames and was never buried. Having lived a miserable life, she vowed to not have such a desperate end in this life…

She would wish that she had never revived if she was met with the same end.

“I am here, Tong’er. I am here and I will always be here.” Feeling her uneasiness and fear, Feng Yuran hugged her tightly and whispered in her ears to calm her.

His chin was tightly pressed against her forehead. His breathing brought out a thick warm sensation that surrounded her. He could feel cold water droplets dripping on his body. As if it could penetrate his clothes, it burnt his heart, making him hurt.

“Why… not important… to you…” Finally, she stopped crying. Mo Xuetong’s fingers were twisted in his clothes as she asked, stuttering. Her bright watery eyes seemed to be just cleansed, showing a clear yet mysterious color, like misty clouds. She looked both pitiful and distressing.

“A private sale of King Jin lies inside. But most importantly, there was a blank edict stating the succession of the throne, with the imperial seal of the emperor stamped.”

Feng Yuran’s words seemed casual as he smiled gently as if it were just an ordinary business. However, it was like thunder to Mo Xuetong. Her eyes widened in shock, with tears still lingering on her eyelashes. She looked at Feng Yuran in utter disbelief, almost forgetting to breathe.

She tightened her grip on Feng Yuran’s clothes as her knuckles turned white. This was even more shocking than when she discovered in her previous life that Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun were lying to her. How was that possible! How could such a thing happen? Was the then emperor mad?

This was incredible!

An empty edict! An empty imperial edict for succession!

Even a woman like Mo Xuetong knew what that signified. No wonder King Jin had secret guards for her daughters when it was only for legitimate Princesses of the imperial family. No wonder King Jin’s manor was as prosperous as the palace. No wonder even under the siege of the late Emperor, the descendants of King Jin could still escape.

That was an answer that Mo Xuetong couldn’t believe.

King Jin used to be infinitely close to the imperial throne!

It was almost at his fingertips!

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