No one paid attention to how Mo Jingli would deal with Noble Consort Liu. Perhaps Mo Xiaoyun and Princess Zhen Ning would pay some attention, but they would not do anything for this woman they once called their mother. Noble Consort Liu's actions had exceeded the limits of what they had been taught since they were young. Moreover, for the sake of their hard-won peaceful lives, they would not do anything for this woman. It was not until many days later when Mo Jingli left Glass City and returned to Jiangnan that someone discovered a heavily injured corpse in the outskirts of Glass City. In the end, Mo Xiaoyun and Princess Zhen Ning buried her outside the city without a tombstone. Ye Li only smiled faintly after hearing her subordinate's report and did not pay any more attention to it.
On the day Mo Jingli took Noble Consort Liu away, Lei Zhenting personally came to bid farewell to Ye Li and Mo Xiuyao and returned to his residence. Since Lei Zhenting had already left, there was no point for the Emperor Of Xiling's envoy to stay. He also left the next day and returned to Xi Ling. In the entire Glass City, only Princess Anxi, Mo Jingli and Ren Qining were left. Princess Anxi was pregnant and it was not easy for her to come to Glass City personally. Moreover, the neighboring Da Chu State and Xi Ling Kingdom were busy competing with each other. Nanzhao was remote and there were no major issues, so Princess Anxi was not in a hurry to leave. As for Ren Qining and Mo Jingli, they were more diligent in coming to Dongfang Mansion than to the Prince Ding Mansion when they had nothing to do. Their intentions were obvious.
Xu Mansion
Young Master Qingchen, who had been busy for a few months, pushed all the political affairs to Mo Xiuyao and finally had the time to rest and read at home. Although Young Master Qingchen was extremely intelligent, Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li had been busy fighting outside for more than a year. After that, Ye Li was pregnant and most of the political affairs in the Prince Ding Mansion were on Young Master Qingchen's shoulders. It was impossible to say that he was not tired. After all, Young Master Qingchen was not a person who liked power. In the past few days, she had sent off most of the important guests. Now that she finally had some free time, Xu Qingchen unhesitatingly pushed all the work to Mo Xiuyao and stayed at home to read and play the Phoenix Zither that she had just obtained.
Mo Xiuyao knew that Xu Qingchen had been working very hard for the past two years. Thinking about how he might need to rely on Young Master Qingchen in the future, he naturally couldn't offend him. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to take over all the political affairs and give Young Master Qingchen a vacation.
The jade-white Phoenix Zither seemed to carry a faint ink fragrance as it flowed with ethereal and leisurely music, making the originally tranquil courtyard even more serene. Even the people in the mansion outside the courtyard couldn't help but feel comfortable and at ease when they heard the sound of the zither. It was as if the worries and worries in their hearts had suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Young Master Qingchen's zither sounds really nice." On the other side of the courtyard, Qin Zheng was entertaining Murong Ting and Hua Tianxiang for tea. Hearing the sound of the zither coming from outside the courtyard, Murong Ting couldn't help but sigh.
Although Murong Ting was not good at the zither, Qin Zheng and Hua Tianxiang were quite accomplished. Hua Tianxiang smiled and said, "After listening to Young Master Qingchen play the zither, I'm afraid I won't dare to embarrass myself in front of others in the future." Although they were quite confident in their zither skills, when they really heard Young Master Qingchen's music, they realized the difference and distance between them. Qin Zheng nodded and said with a smile, "Young Master Feng San is known as the Zither Master. I've also heard his music. I'm afraid it's slightly inferior to Big Brother's."
Hua Tianxiang said, "Young Master Feng San is devoted to the zither. Sometimes it's unavoidable that it's too sad. It's not as relaxing and intoxicating as Young Master Qingchen. "
Murong Ting waved her hand and said, "I don't quite understand what you're talking about. Anyway, Young Master Qingchen's zither sounds nice. Zheng 'er, you're so lucky. You can often listen to his music. "
Qin Zheng smiled helplessly and said, "It's also my first time hearing Big Brother play the zither. These few years, Big Brother has been so busy that even Mother can't find him. Where would he find the time to play the zither?" Murong Ting blinked and said in a low voice, "I heard that Prince Ding and Princess Li gave the Phoenix Zither that Mo Jingli just sent to Young Master Qingchen. Young Master Qingchen must be playing the Phoenix Zither now."
Qin Zheng said curiously, "Murong Ting, do you want to see the Phoenix Zither? The zither is in Big Brother's hands. I'm afraid it's not convenient for us to go over. But later, we can ask Qing Ze to borrow it from Big Brother to feast our eyes. "
Murong Ting shook her head and sighed, "I don't know how to play the zither. Actually, I want to see the Incineration Sword." Thinking that one of the four national treasures of Da Chu State, the number one sword in the world, the Incineration Sword, was in the Ding King's residence, but she had no chance to see it, Murong Ting felt extremely worried and listless.
Qin Zheng and Hua Tian Xiang rolled their eyes helplessly. They knew it would be like this.
Somewhere in Xu Qingchen's courtyard, a beautiful woman dressed in white stood on the treetops. She stared blankly at the man dressed in white sitting on the ground in the courtyard and playing the zither with a leisurely expression. Her beautiful eyes flowed with appreciation, admiration, adoration, entanglement, pain and other complex emotions. Originally, she wanted to directly enter the courtyard to look for him. She didn't expect to hear such beautiful zither music as soon as she entered the residence. She couldn't help but follow the sound of the zither and saw the man dressed in white standing under the tree like an immortal. Her originally confident heart suddenly seemed to have been hit by something. What followed was indeed more uncertainty and panic. Such a man, could she really have him? But just thinking of that small possibility, her heart immediately filled with infinite joy and satisfaction. At this moment, she even felt that her identity, her mission, and her position were no longer important, as long as she could be with him.
At the end of the song, Xu Qingchen stopped and leaned against the tree, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.
"Young Master Qingchen." The woman in white floated to the ground and looked at him with eyes as gentle as water.
Xu Qingchen frowned slightly and looked at the woman in white in front of him calmly. He said indifferently, "Miss Dongfang, it's rude to come uninvited."
Dongfang You's eyes darkened and said in a low voice, "I have something to discuss with Young Master Qingchen. Please forgive me for my rudeness."
Xu Qingchen carefully put the Phoenix Zither into the zither case. He stood up and looked at Dongfang You, saying, "These days, everything in the city has been handed over to Prince Ding. If Miss Dongfang has anything to say, you should go to the Prince Ding Mansion." Dongfang You hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, I have nothing to do with the Boundless Mountain. I just have something to say to Young Master in private."
Xu Qingchen frowned and said, "I don't seem to have any friendship with you. There shouldn't be anything private to say. Miss Dongfang, please go back. "After saying that, he picked up the zither case and prepared to enter the house.
"No, Young Master Qingchen …" Seeing that Xu Qingchen was about to leave, Dongfang You hurriedly called out. "Young Master Qingchen!" In a hurry, she actually used her lightness technique and floated in front of Xu Qingchen. Dongfang You's martial arts were praised by Mo Xiuyao, which was enough to prove that she was really good. And Xu Qingchen just happened to be a weak scholar who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken. The disparity in strength was obvious. Since Dongfang You insisted on blocking Xu Qingchen, Xu Qingchen naturally couldn't leave.
"What is the meaning of this, Miss Dongfang?" Xu Qingchen's handsome face darkened.
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