Impératrice douairière Xiaoxuan

Chapitre 92

Ding Zhaohui looked at her with amusement: "If he didn't like you, why would he refuse my family's marriage proposal?"

"He told you personally that he can't marry your sister because he likes me?" Mo Yan couldn't hide her joy and grabbed Ding Zhaohui, asking anxiously.

Discussing children's private matters with a young woman on the street seemed a bit awkward, and coupled with the discomfort of being held by Mo Yan, Ding Zhaohui shifted uncomfortably to break free from Mo Yan. She then looked around to make sure no one she knew was watching before truthfully saying, "He didn't actually say that."

"So what did he say?"

Seeing Mo Yan's nervous demeanor, so different from her quick wit and sharp tongue of the past two days, Ding Zhaohui felt a mischievous urge to tease her. She deliberately pondered slowly for a while before glancing at her sideways: "Why should I tell you? Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?"

"Because you're a hero! Why would you hold a grudge against me?" she said smoothly, with a smile.

Ding Zhaohui deliberately wanted to make things difficult for her: "Then beg me, and I'll tell you if you beg me."

“Okay,” Mo Yan said without a second thought, without even the slightest hesitation, she immediately leaned forward and said with a fawning smile, “I beg you, I beg you! Just tell me!”

Unexpectedly, this little brat was so shameless. Ding Zhaohui used her hand to block her, took a few steps back, and said helplessly, "Fine, fine, don't come any closer. I'll tell you."

Mo Yan's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she asked, "What did he say?"

“He said…” Ding Zhaohui thought for a moment before saying, “He seemed to say that he was more worried if you weren’t by his side.”

“He’s more worried if I’m not by his side…” Mo Yan frowned slightly, repeating this simple sentence to herself several times before looking at Ding Zhaohui: “Did he say anything else?”

Ding Zhaohui shook her head and shrugged: "That's all."

She frowned in dissatisfaction and said, "You're lying to me! He never said he liked me!"

“Young lady, keep your voice down, we’re on the street.” Ding Zhaohui felt embarrassed for her because she saw that she didn’t care at all. “You’re a young lady, how can you say such things without knowing how to be discreet?”

"It's not like it's anything heinous, so what's there to hide?" Mo Yanqi said.

"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you. But can't we at least speak a little quieter?"

She finally lowered her voice, but still said the same thing: "You're lying to me! Brother Zhan never said he liked me."

Ding Zhaohui said helplessly, "I think it's already quite remarkable that Brother Zhan was able to say such a thing."

Mo Yan lowered her head, thought for a long time, and then hesitantly looked up and asked, "Now that your wife isn't by your side, are you worried?"

"That's not the case. We have plenty of food and supplies at home, and a lot of maids and servants. What do I have to worry about?"

"Oh...then you should go home and see her soon."

Seeing her dejectedly carrying the giant sword away, Ding Zhaohui was completely bewildered. He shook his head repeatedly behind her and sighed, "How could Zhan Zhao have taken a liking to this girl? I just can't understand it..."

Chapter Twenty-Five [VIP]

Author's Note: I recommend a song, Mai Kuraki's "Tonight" and "Ifeel Close to You". After patrolling the streets and changing shifts, Mo Yan had no intention of returning to Kaifeng Prefecture. She sat on a street corner, holding the Juque sword, lost in thought.

"I'd be more worried if she wasn't by my side."

"Did Brother Zhan say that?" She was even more confused and muttered in dissatisfaction, "If that's the case, why doesn't he want me to go with him?"

She sat there blankly for half a day, but couldn't come up with any ideas. Her stomach was growling, and she was so hungry that she was listless. She stood up again and looked around. She originally wanted to go back to Kaifeng Prefecture to find something to eat, but then she remembered that the Nangong family's villa was nearby. She decided to go there and ask her senior sister for a meal.

When she slowly arrived at the villa, her senior sister was immediately pulled inside with a smile and made to sit down in a chair. Confused, Mo Yan tried to stand up, but Ning Wangshu forced her to sit down again, so she could only sit obediently and stare blankly at her senior sister.

Nangong Ruoxu sat to the side, simply smiling.

"Xiao Qi, sit down properly, let me give you a deep bow!"

Ning Wangshu smiled and was about to bow to her, but Mo Yan quickly jumped up and hid to the side, asking curiously, "Sister, don't tease me, tell me what good news you have?"

"The princess has sent over some seven-leaf locust flowers." Ning Wangshu couldn't hide her joy.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan was overjoyed and exclaimed, "So, my brother-in-law's illness is about to be cured!"

Ning Wangshu smiled and nodded: "I just drank a bowl of herbal medicine. Doctor Xue said that if I drink it for three months, I can get rid of this serious illness."

Mo Yan clapped her hands with a grin and said, "Now you can rest assured!"

"I really have to thank you this time," Nangong Ruoxu said with a smile. "If it weren't for your help, this matter certainly wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

"We're family, so let's not say thank you. I'm happy as long as you and your senior sister are having a good time!" Mo Yan smiled and turned to Ning Wangshu, exclaiming, "Sister, I'm hungry! I haven't eaten anything since this morning."

It was already afternoon, and they had already eaten. Hearing that she had missed two meals, Ning Wangshu hurriedly ordered people to prepare food. He was also wondering: Junior Sister is always the one who can't get hungry easily, so how could she have missed two meals and only now remember to eat?

She sat down next to Mo Yan and only then realized that the sword Mo Yan was holding was actually the Juque.

"You stole Zhan Zhao's sword?"

"I didn't steal it, Brother Zhan gave it to me."

Ning Wangshu asked curiously, "He gave you the Giant Sword?"

Mo Yan nodded.

Putting aside the fact that Juque is an ancient sword and extremely valuable, it is, after all, Zhan Zhao's family heirloom. The fact that he gave it to Mo Yan so easily caused Ning Wangshu and Nangong Ruoxu to exchange a glance and smile.

"Why would he give you the Giant Sword? Is it a token of love?" Ning Wangshu smiled at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan said dejectedly, "What token of love? It's not one at all. He won't even let me go to Khitan."

"Khitan?"

Ning Wangshu was puzzled, so Mo Yan had no choice but to tell her the whole story.

"The princess has personally appointed Zhan Zhao to go to the Liao Kingdom?" Ning Wangshu and Nangong Ruoxu were both taken aback. Zhan Zhao hadn't mentioned this when he came with the imperial physician to deliver medicine. They wondered if it was related to the seven-leaf locust flower incident.