Everyone thanked him, and after Mo Luo thanked him and kowtowed, he took over the imperial edict with great trepidation, and then he proudly accepted everyone's congratulations, his face glowing red.
Behind the mansion, Mo Yinghuan's face was filled with tears, while her mother kept persuading her.
"I won't marry, I won't marry! Don't force me." She looked determined, not shy at all.
"Daughter, this is the imperial edict of the royal family!" The emperor's order was difficult for her, but she did not dare to disobey it. Mrs. Mo was always in tears, "The prince of the current dynasty will be honored as the emperor in the future, and my daughter will also be the empress of the mother-in-law."
!" How many women look forward to the good things that they can't even ask for.
"Mother, how can you bear to ask me to share a man with three thousand people in the harem? I would rather Qing Deng Gu Buddha and die alone than enter the palace..." She doesn't want to get married.[
Before he could finish his words, he was slapped to the ground by his father Moro. His lips were red, and a line of turbid blood flowed from his mouth and feet.
"Those who don't know good from evil. Since ancient times, marriages have been based on the orders of parents. The matchmaker's words have no sense in your words. The imperial edict has been issued. Do you want to kill the whole family? Dad, the official position that I have worked so hard for will be destroyed by you.
Once her reputation is ruined." Morrow ordered his servants, "Watch the young lady and don't allow her to go out.
, On the fifteenth day of next month, she must board the sedan chair for me." He raised his head and glared at Mrs. Mo, "You also stay well in the room. If you continue to dote on her as lawlessly as in the past, you will offend her.
It will be a big disaster, and the relationship between you and me as husband and wife will be over." He flicked his long sleeves and left angrily.
The maid helped the lady leave, and the servants locked the door of the embroidery room tightly, with servants guarding it all day long, making it closed like a cage.
Mo Yinghuan no longer cries. Every day, he only forgets about the distant sky and is in a daze.
Zi'er looked at her like this, her own heart aching faintly, and she could almost feel Mo Yinghuan's desperate sadness.