In the Prince Ding Mansion, he heard the words that Ye Li brought back. Feng Zhiyao was silent for a long time, but he could not say anything. In this regard, Ye Li was powerless to help. From Feng Zhiyao's point of view, she could blame the Empress' stubbornness for delaying Feng Zhiyao. But this could not be blamed on the Empress. She had never given Feng Zhiyao any hope. What she was doing now was indeed the best that any woman in this era could do. Moreover, it was the best that an empress could do. Ye Li could not use her own standards to ask a woman who had been educated to be loyal to the monarch.
"Xiuyao, Feng San … …" Ye Li asked worriedly.
Mo Xiuyao raised his head from the book in his hand, saying, "Don't worry about him, he knows his limits."
Seeing Mo Xiuyao like this, Ye Li shook her head and threw this matter to the back of her mind. She told Mo Xiuyao about seeing the tenth prince in the palace, and finally sighed, "That child is too worried and timid. I don't know what Mo Jingqi was thinking when he left behind the edict. " Mo Xiuyao put down the book and walked behind Ye Li. He hugged her from behind, letting her lean on him, and said softly, "This is between Mo Jingli and other people, it has nothing to do with us. Li, why do you need to copy hearts for them. "
Ye Li smiled and shook her head, saying, "I'm not copying hearts for them, it's just that … …" It was just that looking at the ignorant child who was destined to be sacrificed, she could not bear it. That child was only a little older than Mo Xiaobao. Maybe it was because she was a mother, her heart was softer than before.
Mo Xiuyao said softly, "Although the capital is under martial law right now. No one dares to stop the people of the Prince Ding Mansion. If Li feels bored, you can walk around, you don't have to worry about the trivial matters in the palace. "
Ye Li nodded and said, "I understand." Understanding that Mo Xiuyao didn't want her to worry about those trivial matters, Ye Li naturally agreed. They were a family. As for the others, no matter how pitiful they were, they were still outsiders. She didn't want Mo Xiuyao to worry about her.
"Mother! Mother … "Mo Xiaobao's voice passed through the long corridor, cheerfully rushing over. Mo Xiuyao frowned unhappily, looking up at Mo Xiaobao who had already run to the door and was about to enter. Behind Mo Xiaobao was Leng Junhan, who was panting.
Ye Li said helplessly, "Chen, walk slowly. Look at how tired Junhan is …"
Mo Xiaobao looked back at Ye Li, who was still panting but smiling at him. He snorted softly and snuggled into Ye Li's arms. Ye Li looked down at his annoyed little face and couldn't help chuckling. She patted Mo Xiaobao and said, "Junhan is younger than you. You are the older brother, so you have to take care of her. Do you understand? "
"I understand." Mo Xiaobao whispered. She looked up at Leng Junhan and said, "Little Dummy Leng, if you can't walk, just tell me. I … I will wait for you. "Leng Junhan touched her little head and grinned innocently at Mo Xiaobao. It made Mo Xiaobao more embarrassed. Ye Li had enough of her son's embarrassed appearance. She waved to Leng Junhan with a smile and said, "Junhan, come to Aunt."
Leng Junhan cheered and threw herself in front of Ye Li. He smiled happily and rubbed against Ye Li's arms. He also liked Brother Xiaobao's mother very much. She smelled good, was warm, and as good as his mother. Unfortunately, Brother Xiaobao didn't like him pestering Aunt.
Mo Xiuyao stood behind Ye Li with a dark face. It was fine if it was only Mo Xiaobao, but now there were two brats hogging Ye Li. The time he spent alone with Ye Li every day was shortened by a lot. Thinking of this, Mo Xiuyao began to regret his decision to send Leng Haoyu. Mo Xiuyao began to regret his decision to send Leng Haoyu.
Mo Xiuyao said that Feng Zhiyao had a sense of propriety, but he didn't expect that Feng Zhiyao would get into big trouble that day.
Late at night, it was already late at night. The entire Prince Ding Mansion had already quieted down. Only the candlelight in the study was still lit. Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li sat in the study, reading files and chatting from time to time. Although they seemed to be leisurely in the capital, there were still countless things that they needed to personally check every day. Even if they didn't need to make decisions immediately, they still needed to grasp the information to prevent any sudden changes.
"Feng San still hasn't come back from going out today?" After reading the last file, Ye Li saw that there was still a large pile of files in front of Mo Xiuyao. She casually picked one up and flipped through it as she asked.
Mo Xiuyao said, "He probably went out to find a place to vent his anger." Feng Zhiyao looked casual and elegant, as if he was born with a good temper, but in reality, his personality was very clear. His happiness and anger were all displayed on his face. It was just that these years of experience had taught him to hide his emotions in front of others.
Ye Li frowned slightly and said, "I keep feeling that Feng San's mood wasn't right when he left during the day."
"He's waited for so many years. It would be strange if his mood was right." In reality, Mo Xiuyao had never been optimistic about Feng Zhiyao's feelings for the Empress. When they were young, he had vaguely tried to persuade him a few times. But every time, it would end with the two of them punching and kicking each other until the sky turned dark. As they grew older, they learned to respect each other's feelings. It was not easy to persuade them. So it dragged on for so many years until Feng Zhiyao was already in his thirties. According to the age of an ordinary rich young master in this world, Feng San would be holding a grandson in two years.
"These two …" Ye Li sighed. Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stood up from her chair, "Someone broke in!"
Mo Xiuyao beside her had already rushed out of the study like a wisp of smoke, leaving only his low voice, "Ye Li, go watch those two brats." Ye Li looked regretfully at the white figure that disappeared outside the door. This was the difference between a perfect qinggong and an ordinary one.
When Ye Li arrived at the courtyard where Mo Xiaobao and Leng Junhan lived, Zhuo Jing was already waiting outside the door. When he saw Ye Li, he bowed and greeted, "Wangfei."
Ye Li nodded, "It's been hard on you. Are the two children alright?" Zhuo Jing said in a low voice, "This is this subordinate's duty. Little Heir and Young Master Leng are fine. "
As he spoke, Mo Xiaobao rushed out from inside, "Mother, what happened?" Ye Li saw a certain someone's sparkling eyes filled with eagerness. She raised her hand and patted his head lightly, "Be good and stay with Zhuo Jing. Take good care of Junhan. Mother will go to your Fuwang to take a look. "
Mo Xiaobao pouted in disappointment at not being able to join in the fun. But he still nodded obediently, "Then Mother, be careful."
Ye Li smiled, "You're so mischievous."
After settling the two children, Ye Li rushed to the front courtyard. But she found that there was no fight. It was obvious that the person who broke into the fu was someone they knew. Shaking her head, Ye Li turned around and walked towards the parlor in the front yard. However, what she saw in front of her made her head ache.
In the reception pavilion, Feng Zhiyao was sitting on the ground. There was a pool of dark red blood beside him. The blood had not dried yet. It was obvious that someone had just vomited. Mo Xiuyao stood in the middle of the hall with his hands clasped behind his back. The expression on his face was chilling. Ye Li did not doubt that it was Mo Xiuyao's masterpiece that Feng Zhiyao was sitting on the ground and vomiting blood. But what gave her a headache was not only that. In the chair next to him, there was a person wrapped under a large black screen. Although the face could not be seen clearly, Ye Li could tell that it was a woman based on the body shape. What kind of person could a woman be that Feng Zhiyao would bring back in the middle of the night? Ye Li thought about it and felt her head hurt even more.
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