Chapter 1263 - Vixen
Gu Mohan let out a low, lonely laugh that was filled with desperation.
“Master!” Yan Dong ran over and knelt down beside Gu Mohan. His eyes were red. “Master, please don’t ever do something like this ever again. Even though Young Madam has left us, you still have Little Master.”
Niuniu.
The son that Mo’er had given him.
Gu Mohan swallowed and shut his eyes slowly. His dark eyes were filled with tears.
Mo’er.
He called her name hoarsely in his heart. She had already decided to leave yesterday, yet still sent him away. The way she was laughing and crying, biting his lip, hugging his waist, that was her final farewell.
But he didn’t understand. Why had she been so cruel?
Murong Jiancheng looked back and saw the person. His expression eased as he said, “Wanqing, what are you doing out here?”
Dongfang Wanqing was the previous Holy Lady and was Murong Jiancheng’s childhood friend. She would have been queen if the vixen hadn’t stolen Murong Jiancheng’s love.
Dongfang Wanqing was born exceedingly beautiful. Even at forty, she was extremely graceful in her cheongsam, a timeless Jiangnan beauty.
“Ming’er, this is Aunt Qing.” Murong Jiancheng introduced her to Lu Yeming.
When Lu Yeming glanced sideways at her, only a few words left his mouth. “The queen had no siblings, so how can I have an aunt?”
Dongfang Wanqing had just stopped in front of Lu Yeming and was looking gently at him. Suddenly, she reached out and gave Lu Yeming a sound slap.
Murong Jiancheng froze and protested unhappily, “Ming’er!”
Lu Yeming turned his face slowly to look at Murong Jiancheng and said, “The queen has already left the Palace for 24 years. Holy Lady Dongfang has been by your side for so many years. It’s clear she has deep feelings for you and is extremely understanding. So why haven’t you invited her into your bedroom?”
Faced with such a personal question, Murong Jiancheng lowered his face and didn’t respond.
Murong Jiancheng had been born in the royal family and was a stickler for tradition and etiquette. He had been an extremely handsome and powerful king in his youth. How many women had chased after him during that time?
Time had flown by. To think that his son had already grown so much, and he was already 42, a middle-aged man.
He had no interest at all in the affairs of the bedroom when he was young. Country A had been in turmoil all these years as well, so how could he have had the time to think about all these things? He was already middle-aged now and these things tended to be untold, so he froze up as his son asked him such a blunt question.
“Oh that’s right, I remember now,” Lu Yeming said as he smiled faintly. “You haven’t divorced the Empress up until now. Which means that she’s abandoned you ever since she left 24 years ago.”
As soon as he said that, Murong Jiancheng’s expression turned ugly. Angry and embarrassed, he said, “Murong Yeming, that is enough of your nonsense!”
Lu Yeming said expressionlessly, “Your Majesty, I’ll be taking my leave.”
With that, he turned and left.
Staring at his son’s retreating figure, he thought of how much he had just been embarrassed and was so mad he couldn’t even express his anger.
This boy! He really was his mother’s child. All they did was make him angry!
“Your Majesty, the Crown Prince was just joking. Don’t be too angry,” Dongfang Wanqing said gently as she looked at Murong Jiancheng.
Murong Jiancheng humped coldly. “I’m going to take care of her once she’s captured!”
He threw back his sleeves and stormed out.
Left behind, Dongfang Wanqing stood frozen where she was as she looked at Murong Jiancheng’s retreating back. He was still the same as before. As soon as that vixen was mentioned, he wouldn’t even glance at her direction.
A face floated into Dongfang Wanqing’s mind. That face had been so beautiful and elegant. Her charm really was unforgettable.
…
Jun Xiqing had followed them to the Palace but did not enter. At this moment, Fan Men walked over and handed a letter over to her. “Miss Jun, there’s a letter for you.”
A letter for her?
Who had sent it?
Jun Xiqing’s heart was pounding. Something was wrong.
Ripping open the envelope, she looked at the contents of the letter. Familiar words stared back at her — ‘Qingqing, Elder Sister is being held in the underground prison of the President’s residence by Lei Ze. You have to come quick!’
This was a call for help by her Elder Sister Jun Xiyan!
She had to get back to Country Z right away.