Hua Yunxi smiled faintly and said, "Nothing big is going to happen."

A girl following Hua Yunxi blushed and covered her lips and smiled: "The emperor has issued an order to marry Sister Hua and His Highness King Qi. We will be married early next month. Sister Hua will be the best Princess Qi at that time." As she spoke, she was envious. Since the death of the Regent, the emperor's health has not been very good. No one can tell how long it will last. Most people know that King Qi is one of the princes who have the most hope of ascending the throne. If this is true, Hua Yunxi will be the mother of a country in the future.

"Is this really that?" Mo Xiuyao was a little surprised. He had just returned and took Han Mingyue out of the city. He had no time to know what had happened in the capital in the past six months. He looked at Feng Zhiyao with some concern, and indeed he lowered his head with a sad expression.

In fact, from the beginning, Mo Xiuyao was not optimistic about Feng Zhiyao's feelings for Hua Yunxi. Not only because of the difference in identity between the two, Feng Zhiyao is too young and less than thirteen years old. No matter how great his future is, Hua Yunxi, who is already sixteen, cannot be waiting for him to succeed. More importantly, how could Hua Yunxi believe in the relationship between a child under thirteen years old for him?

Now that the emperor has issued an order to give marriage, there is no need to say anything. For the sake of the Hua family, Hua Yunxi cannot have any thoughts that should not have.

Hua Yunxi smiled faintly and said, "It's the grace of the emperor." With his expression, he obviously had no joy and expectation or repulsion for this marriage. In this world, all women lived like this. Love was only found in the script.

Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "Then Xiuyao congratulates Sister Hua."

Hua Yunxi smiled and said, "You are not young anymore. I heard from my grandfather that your elder brother has chosen a good girl for you. When you come back, you will be ready for an engagement."

Mo Xiuyao smiled indifferently. He was really young. He thought more about the passionate battlefield and free and easy life in the world. However, he was not as concerned about beauty as that of ordinary young men at this age.

After saying goodbye to Hua Yunxi, the three of them walked out of the peach forest side by side. Han Mingyue looked at Feng Zhiyao thoughtfully, and even the gorgeous red clothes showed a little dimness, and sighed slightly. He said softly: "Brother Feng, there is no fragrant grass in the world." Young Master Mingyue was extremely smart, so how could he not see Feng Zhiyao's feelings for Hua Yunxi? But he didn't know yet, and the word "love" could not help others. He would not know that in the near future, he would also encounter half a life of demonic obstacles, which was even more miserable than Feng Zhiyao's desolation.

Mo Xiuyao sighed, patted Feng Zhiyao on the shoulder and asked, "How is it? Do you want to fight?" As a brother, Mo Xiuyao knew that Feng Zhiyao actually didn't need anyone to comfort him.

Feng Zhiyao rolled his eyes, "Do you think I'm stupid?" He even beat him, but he was beaten. He was already in trouble and didn't want to make himself even more unlucky.

Feng Zhiyao had already known it three months ago when the emperor had just issued a marriage decree. In other words, he had already known that it was impossible for him and Hua Yunxi to be. One was the legitimate daughter of the Duke's Mansion, and the other was the son of the merchants who were not valued. Such a world of difference is almost an insurmountable gap.

Feng Zhiyao is not naive. On the contrary, his childhood experience made him more sober and mature than the average young man. Even he himself never had any hope for his feelings. Not to mention, he was more than three years younger than her, and in her eyes he was just a younger brother like Mo Xiuyao.

Feng Zhiyao didn't know when his relationship changed. Perhaps it was from the first time he saw her, or perhaps it was when he was framed by his aunt and brother, and he was half-deadly lying on the bed. She quietly sent someone to take care of her. Perhaps it was just one day that she suddenly felt a little moved in her heart.

Mo Xiuyao once laughed and said, "Love is not known where it arises, but it goes deeper." Feng Zhiyao couldn't help but smile bitterly. The second young master Mo was unique. Although he was even more in charge, he was never trapped by feelings. He came and went freely like the wind. It was really impossible to be envious.

The night before Hua Yunxi and Mo Jingqi's wedding, heavy rain poured down. Feng Zhiyao stood outside the walls of Huafu and was silently ecstatic. The rain drenched his clothes and hair. Feng Zhiyao raised his eyes silently, looked at the dark night sky and gritted his teeth, jumped into the walls of Huafu.

Feng Zhiyao had been to Huafu twice with Mo Xiuyao, so he successfully touched outside Hua Yunxi's door. The night was already deep, and Hua Yunxi's room was quiet, but the lights were still cold.

Feng Zhiyao posted it on the door and listened, and confirmed that there was no one else in it except Hua Yunxi, so he knocked on the door.

Hua Yunxi opened the door and saw Feng Zhiyao wearing water, but was stunned, "Zhiyao, why are you here so late? And there is still water in this body? I..."

"Can you not marry King Qi?" The young man didn't care about his embarrassment at all, and stared at Hua Yunxi with a steady attitude.

Hua Yunxi was stunned, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "No."

Seeing the boy biting the corner of his lips, his handsome face was cold and pale because of Ye Yu or something else, Hua Yunxi couldn't help but feel ache in her heart. She had no younger brothers and sisters, and she always loved this boy like her own younger brother. Compared to the erotic and meaningless young master Mo, she loved this boy who was not valued by his father. She obviously felt very sad but always stubbornly ignored him. "Silly child, even if I get married, I will still be your sister. If you have time in the future, you can go to the Qi Palace with Xiu Yao to see me."

Feng Zhiyao looked at Hua Yunxi calmly. At that moment, Hua Yunxi almost thought he was about to cry. After a long time, Feng Zhiyao escaped from his arms a night pearl the size of a walnut. Under the night sky, the night pearl shined with a soft lilac light in Feng Zhiyao's hands. You can tell at a glance that it was priceless.

"Zhiyao, are you?"

Feng Zhiyao reached out and stuffed Ye Mingzhu into Hua Yunxi's hand, and said in a rough voice: "I won't go to your congratulations. You'll get married." After that, he ignored Hua Yunxi's reaction and turned around and left.

Hua Yunxi held Ye Mingzhu in her hand and stared at the boy's back as he walked away intently.

Under the eaves not far from Hua Yunxi, Duke Hua, who was already gray-bearded, stood under the eaves and watched a black shadow sweep out of the wall from the yard, and sighed helplessly. Standing next to him was Mo Xiuyao, the second son of the Ding Prince's Mansion, dressed in white.

"Old Duke, thank you."

Duke Hua sighed and said with some concern: "That child..."

Mo Xiuyao said: "He will be fine, it's better if the old Duke doesn't blame him."

Duke Hua smiled bitterly and said, "The emperor's order is hard to do... If not, I would rather Yun Xi be able to marry more ordinary."
Chapter completed!