Chapter 430 - The Past Thing, What Is Peony Master For (2/2)
Mo Xuetong did not know why You Yuecheng hated her so much, and had some sympathy for Mo Xuemin, as he had taken things too far for Mo Xuemin.
But Mo Xuetong did not pay attention to these, instead, her focus was on the Peony Garden.
She held against Feng Yuran’s chest and sat up. Holding Feng Yuran’s hand, Mo Xuetong asked with a little curiosity, “Why did you make the peony garden, and disguise yourself as ‘Peony Master’?”
She wondered about it for a long time, but could not find a proper time to ask. In the last life, Feng Yuran dressed up as Peony Master, who was the only stranger kind to Mo Xuetong, but she was also curious about it. With Feng Yuran’s status, did he have to bother to do that? No matter how mysterious Peony Master was, it was of no use for him. Therefore, it was not worthwhile to create another ident.i.ty.
Feng Yuran himself pretended to be a weak one, but always preyed on the strongest opponents. His flamboyant and arrogant reputation was surely enough to conceal him.
“Do you still remember the first time we met in the Repayment Temple?” Asked by Mo Xuetong, Feng Yuran did not hide it, reached out his hands to pull her hands, and twined his hands into hers. A charming smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Every time he recalled the meeting with her, he was full of joy. Of course, it was actually not the first time he met her.
“As for the paper that my mother left for me, why did I take it to you? My mother could not have let me find you.” Speaking of this, Mo Xuetong was more confused. In the last life, Mo Xuetong did not know to whom Sima Lingyun had given the paper that her mother had put between the pages, but the person Mo Xuetong herself looked for was really Feng Yuran.
Given Feng Yuran’s ident.i.ty and age, it was impossible for Mo Xuetong’s mother to know him.
Her watery and enchanting eyes blinked, full of confusion.
“Little fool.” Her blank expression pleased him. He rubbed her head maliciously and complained jokingly, “If your mother had known me earlier, I would have got engaged with you immediately so as to avoid the trouble that she commanded you to the wrong person, and you had suffered a lot but no one came up to seek justice for you.”
Thinking of the engagement paper in Bai Yihao’s hands, Feng Yuran felt inexplicably depressed. But soon, he raised his eyebrows with delight, and his eyes gleamed brightly. No matter how well Bai Yihao had hidden it, the paper had been burnt to ashes. At the thought, Feng Yuran felt triumphant, and his face broadened into a glamorous smile.
“Every time he talks about this topic, the man becomes kind of jealous.” Mo Xuetong thought.
Mo Xuetong pushed him, pretending not to find the obvious jealousy in his words, and took a sideways glance at him. “So tell me, who I should give the paper note to at that time?”
Feng Yuran gave a gentle smile and said unhurriedly, “The abbot!”
Mo Xuetong did not expect the answer and was stunned at that moment. She opened her bright eyes, and got shocked at the answer. “The abbot of the temple?”
“What are you thinking about now. Little fool!” Looking at her s.h.i.+ning and clear eyes, Feng Yuran could not help but tease her in a good mood, and did not conceal it. “The abbot of the Repayment Temple took Aunt Mingzhu’s orders. But when I was young, she had a.s.signed them to me, and even His Majesty did not know it.”
“Have you not been in the capital for a decade?” “Princess Royal’s people?” Mo Xuetong’s heart missed a beat and felt a little weird.
“That year, I was heartbroken and irritable when my mother pa.s.sed away. No one could come close to me. So His Majesty was worried about me and asked Princess Royal to take care of me. Then, Princess Royal a.s.signed those people to me secretly but asked me not to tell His Majesty.” Feng Yuran retracted his smile and turned to look out of the window with some grudge flas.h.i.+ng in his eyes.
When Consort Xian pa.s.sed away, Feng Yuran was just a kid at a young age. How helpless and lonely he was at that time! Heartbroken and panic-stricken as he was, he was unable to vent his feelings, so he had to separate himself from others under the disguise of the explosive disposition. Thinking that his little and lonely figure reflected on the wall of Consort Xian’s palace, Mo Xuetong felt her heart ached.
She took the initiative to hold his hands, looked at him with tenderness, and bit her lips, not knowing how to comfort him at that moment. Before speaking, she felt her nose had twitched sorrowfully.
“When I left the capital, His Majesty made good arrangements for me, so I did not bring those people. But when I returned here, Aunt still gave them to me and told me that I should try my best to meet the requirements of the person who brought the paper note to me.”
Seeing Mo Xuetong’s eyes glistening with tears, Feng Yuran felt warmth in his heart. He patted her hand, sat up and embraced her tenderly in his arms. Her delicate fragrance soothed his disturbed and fractious mood.
“But what does it have to do with the Peony Garden?” Mo Xuetong paused and s.h.i.+fted the topic simply. Feng Yuran was flamboyant and powerful and was in charge of others. Mo Xuetong did not like sensing the sadness and fragility in his breath just now. It was not him, but the kid in the past.
His experience made her distressed. Although Mo Xuetong had also had a hard time, at least her mother had protected her for more than 10 years. But he had lost his support at a young age and had to leave his hometown to a distant place.
“The existence of the Peony Garden is naturally for me to take action conveniently. The Princess Royal had a.s.signed me some people, and she let His Majesty know it. His Majesty also a.s.signed me some. But it was too conspicuous to keep them in the King Xuan’s Manor, but it was totally different in the Peony Garden. A mysterious Peony Master was powerful, but stayed away from the power, so no one dared to offend rashly. Compared to the ident.i.ty of King Xuan, the Peony Master provided greater facility for me to do some things.”
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