Chapter 155: The identity of His Royal Highness Yu Yu [2]
"Your Majesty... you are indeed your Majesty..."
With a wry smile, Fang Ruling shook his head and finally understood why Feng Xizi was determined to never see His Majesty again.
Your Majesty does love Feng Xizi, but your Majesty's love is far less important than Jiangshan Sheji.
Between Feng Xizi and the imperial power, His Majesty chose the latter - Feng Xizi left the royal family two years ago. It was after seeing this clearly that he became disheartened and fled to the south of the Yangtze River.
Two years have passed, and Tianche has indeed begun to flourish.
When the country is stable and the people are safe, does His Majesty regret his original choice, or does he feel unworthy of his deep love for Feng Xizi?
"Master Fang, you came to Jiangnan this time to convey the decree, either because he regretted it, or because he wanted to make amends for what happened in the past." Turning around, Qiyu guessed what Fang Ruling was thinking, and said slowly: "But he, it's inevitable.
You underestimated Zi'er, did you think that if you were sent to deliver the message, Zi'er would be shaken?"
"Your Highness, don't you think so?" Fang Ruling asked.
"This is not the first day that Master Fang has met Zi'er. She doesn't want to trust people easily. Once she does, she will give everything to her. But if she betrays him, Zi'er will never trust him again."
"Your Highness, I'm afraid you are wrong this time -" Fang Ruling said with a confident smile, as the words of Mo Zhilan in the Zichen Palace on the night he left the imperial capital flashed through his mind.
Emperor Tianche has no plans left.
【......Liu'er......】
"Your Majesty sent me to issue an edict, but I am only afraid that Miss Feng will still resist the edict."
"Then Aiqing, just give her a message."
"What words?"
"She wants to be unparalleled in the world, so I will give her the unparalleled gift in the world. I'm just afraid that she won't dare to ask for it, and she won't dare to accept it."
"...If you say this, Miss Feng will accept the order?"
"With her temperament, I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to say this."
"Then your Majesty still wants to submit——"
"Be courteous before fighting, and the best policy is to go slowly and gradually. If you can say this, it proves that she still has me in her heart, and everything will follow naturally. If she doesn't allow you to say one more word, then she is extremely resentful and hateful to me.
I, no amount of tender words can move her."
Twisting a yellow satin brocade bag with his slender fingers, a sharp edge flashed through Mo Zhilan's eyes as warm as clear water, "I can't move Zi'er with love, I can only lure her with profit, and this... happens to be me
Something I like to do.”
【......Liu'er......】
Feng Xizi clutched the kit tightly, wishing to cut Mo Zhilan into pieces with a thousand knives!
How dare he threaten her!
How dare he threaten her in this way!
Damn it!
He deserves to die!
The yellow satin under her slender fingers is none other than the royal dress that Mo Xianyu wore when he was conferred as the princess at the age of fourteen!
When Mo Xianyu was granted the title of princess, she personally selected the pattern and found an embroiderer to hastily make this dress based on the pattern of Luan and Phoenix.
With just one glance, she recognized that the kit was made from the original dress.
But inside the brocade bag, there was only one feather, a feather that was light and dark ink.
Mo Xianyu.
He actually used Mo Xianyu to threaten her!
No wonder he suddenly issued an order to let Mo Xianyu and Qin Shaoyue. It turned out that he was actually trying to force her to submit in this way!
If he was not allowed to come, Mo Xianyu would definitely marry Shaoyue far away. Not to mention the years of love between Xianyu and her, she could not see her fourth brother and her beloved separated because of one of her decisions.
It was because of her that fourth brother and Xianyu were not together.
Will she completely break off this supposedly happy marriage two years later?