A short while later, Yang Qianru was gracefully led in by someone. She was accompanied by two young maidservants, and one of them was holding a box of unknown contents in her hands. Seeing Yang Qianru suddenly look at a certain place behind her, Ye Li looked at the unfinished clothes on the side and suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Biaomei, please sit." Ye Li nodded to Yang Qianru with a smile.
Yang Qianru quickly looked behind Ye Li. She quickly shook her head and said in a low voice, "Many thanks, Wang Fei, no ….. no need. I'll just stand. "
Ye Li was speechless. What do you mean by you'll just stand? You're just a biaomei living in a wang fu. Do you need to act like a mistreated concubine? She looked at Yang Qianru's moon white robe with orchid embroidery. Her fresh and exquisite hair had a pearl hairpin in it. Ever since Ye Li had cleaned up Mo Xiuyao's plain clothes, this girl had finally bid farewell to her white robe fluttering in the wind. But she still walked the path of elegance and nobility. "Biaomei, please sit." Ye Li's voice was slightly deep as she said lightly.
Yang Qianru was shocked and her expression clearly became terrified. Under Ye Li's gaze, she carefully sat down with a wronged expression. That wronged appearance made Ye Li feel like a mouthful of blood was stuck in her chest. It was disgusting to spit it out, but it was even more disgusting to swallow it. She didn't bully her.
"Biaomei has come to the main yard at this time. Is there something you need?" Ye Li suppressed the displeasure in her heart and asked Yang Qianru.
Yang Qianru raised her head and nervously twisted the handkerchief in her hand with a red face, "I ….. I ….."
Ye Li smiled patiently. Yang Qianru glanced at Mo Xiuyao. She seemed to have finally gathered her courage and said, "I … tomorrow is my cousin's birthday. I'm here … to give him a birthday gift."
Ye Li glanced at the box in the hands of the servant girl behind her. She turned her head to glance at Mo Xiuyao, who seemed to be engrossed in his book. She smiled and said, "So that's how it is. Thank you for the trouble. May I have a look? "
"This …"
"Is it inconvenient? In that case, please have a look, Prince. "She waved her hand, indicating for the servant girl to bring the box to Mo Xiuyao. Hearing Ye Li's words, Yang Qianru's eyes lit up. She looked expectantly at the person sitting by the window reading. The little girl had just walked in front of Mo Xiuyao when the box in her hand was suddenly grabbed by a hand that reached in through the window. It was unknown when Ah Jin had appeared by the window. She held the box with a focused expression and opened it. She reached out to take a look at the thing inside. From Ye Li's direction, she could see that it was a gorgeous snow blue robe. Although she could only see a corner, the embroidery was indeed very exquisite and meticulous. "It's not poisonous."
"Ah Jin, move aside. You're blocking the light. "Mo Xiuyao said lightly.
"Oh." Ah Jin responded. She hugged the box and disappeared through the window. From beginning to end, Mo Xiuyao did not even see a corner of the robe. Yang Qianru was stunned. She hurriedly asked, "Where did he take it?"
"This …" Ye Li wondered if she should tell him that the things that Mo Xiuyao did not want were all taken by Ah Jin to play with. After playing with them, she threw them away.
Mo Xiuyao put down the book in his hand and looked up. Under Yang Qianru's surprised and expectant gaze, he said calmly, "If there's nothing else, go back to your own courtyard. Tomorrow, I will ask Steward Mo to send a list of suitable men for the trial marriage. You can choose one." Yang Qianru's delicate face suddenly turned snow white. Sparkling tears kept falling down. "No … cousin, I don't want to … I don't want to leave the palace. I don't want to get married … don't drive me away …" Mo Xiuyao frowned. He quickly nodded and said, "That's fine. Tomorrow, pack up your things and go to Wuyue Nunnery to accompany sister-in-law. Just like this, send Miss Yang back. "Yang Qianru's maids were all maids of the palace. Naturally, they did not dare to disobey Mo Xiuyao. Even though they knew that their young miss was unwilling, they still went forward to help her leave.
"Cousin … Boohoo … Don't drive Qianru away … I'll be obedient and won't make cousin angry …" Yang Qianru sobbed. She struggled and refused to leave under the support of the two maidservants.
"Take her away." Mo Xiuyao frowned and said calmly.
No matter how much Yang Qianru struggled, she was not a match for the two maids who were taller than her. In the end, she was almost dragged out. Ye Li sat on the side and silently looked at Mo Xiuyao's calm face. Hearing the faint sound of Yang Qianru crying, she could not help but sigh in her heart that this man was really cruel. When an ordinary man saw a beautiful and weak girl crying like that, even if he did not love her, he would still feel some pity. However, Mo Xiuyao's eyes did not have the slightest emotion. It was as if the girl who was dragged out was not a weak girl, but an object that he did not need anymore.
"Li, why are you sighing?" Mo Xiuyao asked.
Ye Li could not help but sigh again and said, "Whoever falls in love with you must have done something wrong in their previous life. Otherwise, they must have owed you some debt in their previous life. "Mo Xiuyao stared at Ye Li's back and asked," Why do you say that? "Ye Li said," Does it even need to be said? Just look at Yang Qianru and you will know. " Falling in love with someone who did not love, or did not love at all, if that was not a debt in their previous life, then what was it? Was it a tragedy to be born?
"Then … what kind of person will Li fall in love with?" Mo Xiuyao asked.
Ye Li sat on the needlework in her hand and casually replied, "Love? I don't know, I probably won't fall in love with anyone. No matter how touching love is, it will become family after a long time. Since that is the case, why not live a good life from the beginning? "Who could spend their life with sweet words and honeyed words? After a long time, they would only be left with daily necessities.
"Then is it because Li has not fallen in love with anyone?" Mo Xiuyao asked in a low voice.
Ye Li's needlework paused for a moment, then she quickly moved again and said, "Perhaps." Of course, she had fallen in love before, but to say that her love was unforgettable, she really had not.
"If Li falls in love with someone, will she live and die with them?"
Ye Li turned her head and looked at the man who was leaning against the wheelchair with a strange expression. She smiled and said, "Prince, are you trying to say that if you fall in love with someone, you will live and die with them?"
"Perhaps."
"I probably won't. Do you think that if I die, I will drag someone down with me? " Ye Li thought about it realistically and said, "Even if it is just ordinary love, you can't do that. Is it a lover or an enemy?"
Under the sunlight, Mo Xiuyao seemed to be seriously thinking about it. After a while, he said in a low voice, "You are right. If I die, I still hope that she lives well. "After saying this, he no longer paid any attention to Ye Li and picked up the book he had not finished to continue reading. Ye Li did not expect that Mo Xiuyao, who she had always thought was gentle, indifferent, and somewhat emotionless, would be so gentle. She shrugged in confusion and turned back to continue embroidering. After a while, Mo Xiuyao's words appeared in her mind again, "If I die, I still hope that she lives well."
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