Novel Full Chapter 1355: Chapter 1350: Officially Becoming a Disciple
Chapter 1355: Chapter 1350: Officially Becoming a Disciple
“Perhaps there’s been a delay; you should go inside to warm up while waiting for him.” Yun Sijin was worried the stove might burn Leng Muling’s hands, so she used her own to grasp Leng’s, passing some warmth to her.
But how could Leng Muling’s hands, frozen all night, be warmed by her touch?
Leng Muling shook her head, her eyes empty, “Seventh brother has never broken his promise to me, he cares about me so much, but ever since he recalled that woman named Hong Lian, since they did those things, he surely went to see Hong Lian last night.”
“Ling’er, you’ve been standing in the cold wind all night, it’s natural for your thoughts to be in disarray. Listen to Auntie, stop thinking nonsense, go back inside and rest. Leader Mo has arrived; I’ve asked him to wait for you.”
Yun Sijin tried to comfort her, but in the palm of her hand, Leng Muling’s hands trembled more and more violently, causing her entire body to begin to quiver slightly, “Auntie, do you think he’ll forget about me and stop liking me, abandon me because of Hong Lian?”
Yun Sijin held her hands tightly, “Ling’er, don’t let your imagination run wild! You are not thinking clearly right now, all thoughts are in vain. Please listen to Auntie, go back to rest first. When you wake up, Leader Mo will definitely give you an explanation!”
Yun Sijin, who had control over the Prime Minister’s Estate’s inner court and possessed absolute authority, spoke with convincing sternness, and her words were always heeded by Leng Muling.
However, deep down, it seemed like she had already figured out some things, it was just all so confusing, not knowing what to do.
Leng Muling lay down in the warm room heated by the charcoal fire, and although conditions in the mountains were harsh, Yun Sijin didn’t skimp on care for Leng Muling, using only the best Silver Thread Charcoal so that not even a particle of ash was seen, hoping Leng Muling could sleep well.
After Leng Muling fell asleep, Yun Sijin sent someone to pass a message to Zhuo Junli, but he didn’t arrive until noon, looking somewhat travel-worn with a leaf fluttering down from his hair as he dismounted his horse.
Yun Sijin approached him and plucked the leaf from his hair, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, “What’s the matter, why the rush?”
Zhuo Junli’s mouth curved with a sardonic smile, “Thanks to the ‘favor’ of Lord Lu, I almost got locked up in the city again, unable to leave, just like the time I was barred outside the city gate.”
“Lu Mian?” Yun Sijin’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise but devoid of any deeper emotion, as she inquired, “Did you see Leader Mo? He said he’d come to see Ling’er yesterday, but she waited in the courtyard all night without seeing him. Even now we’ve had no word. Although Ling’er has gone to sleep, she surely still longs to meet him and get an explanation.”
“I’m afraid he won’t be able to come.” Zhuo Junli’s expression suddenly turned cold, and once he entered the room with Yun Sijin, his face became as chilly as ice, the frostiness evident, “The emperor has ordered Leader Mo to the Ruo Shui border. I had arranged for him to meet Ling’er, to let them put their troubles aside for now, but Lu Mian met with Mo Qi last night again, at the Ninth Prince’s Mansion. Mo Qi has already left Jiang Du City today.”
“What?” Yun Sijin was shocked, “He left Jiang Du City without seeing Ling’er, without a word? How can he be so unreasonable?”
Zhuo Junli picked up a teacup, the corner of his mouth twisted in a mocking smile, “All thanks to the ‘blessings’ of Lord Lu.”
Yun Sijin might have been indifferent before, but with Zhuo Junli repeatedly mentioning Lu Mian’s name, she could no longer pretend, and walked out to attend to her own affairs.
Although she wasn’t at the Prime Minister’s Estate anymore, she was still reported to regarding its affairs, big and small, all needing her attention. In this temple, there were two Misses from the Leng family, one resting, the other healing, all requiring her care.
She went to the kitchen to check on Leng Shuqing’s medicinal soup.
As soon as she left, Zhuo Junli’s coldness intensified. He wasn’t afraid of Lu Mian targeting him, he was more afraid of the many years of friendship between Lu Mian and Yun Sijin…
Never mind that, he wasn’t about to concern himself with Lu Mian and turned to find Yun Sijin.
After Yun Sijin had arranged Leng Shuqing’s medicine, ready to check on Leng Muling, she was suddenly embraced by Zhuo Junli.
The man wrapped his arms around her slender waist, as his scorching lips landed on her ear, “Don’t be angry with me, I don’t blame you, but a battle with Lu Mian is inevitable.”
Yun Sijin stayed motionless in his embrace, yet her eyes twisted with irritation, “Why must men drag women into their conflicts? Do you have any idea what Ling’er looked like after waiting an entire night? If that Hong Lian truly is Mo Qi’s beloved, and Mo Qi leaves Ling’er for her, what’s to become of Ling’er then?”
This barrage of questions hit Zhuo Junli, and his eyes immediately darkened.
“How am I supposed to react? Have you forgotten? Lu Mian is your cousin; why is he challenging me, if not for you?” Zhuo Junli said with a laugh that betrayed neither anger nor seriousness, yet it was enough to make Yun Sijin angrily push him away.
Since their marriage, she had never lost her temper with Zhuo Junli, except for this one time.
Because of Lu Mian.
Zhuo Junli remembered the time when she was cast down to the brothel, how had she rejected him?
“I grew up with cousin Lu Mian, we’ve shared a deep bond for many years; even if I can’t belong to him in this life, I certainly wouldn’t have any involvement with the Prime Minister. I hope the Prime Minister will respect himself!”
Her words back then were so resolute!
And now she was blaming him for his strife with Lu Mian, for the conflict spilling over onto Leng Muling?
“How utterly ridiculous,” Zhuo Junli sneered sarcastically.
“My uncle advised me to be obedient, so why now let your sister get hurt too?” Leng Shuqing’s slight figure leaned by the door, her noble and cold face expressionless, but her words dripped with heavy sarcasm.
Zhuo Junli raised an eyebrow, eyeing her, “You seem to have recovered quite well.”
“Thanks to my uncle’s kindness, I was supposed to rest a bit longer, but I’m robust, not so fragile.” Not someone who would be pinned to bed by a dose of poison.
Compared to Leng Muling, Leng Shuqing, the older and more ruthless niece, was the one who truly made Zhuo Junli feel threatened.
“Your sister isn’t like you, she’s pure-hearted and at least won’t harm herself or others. As for you, from the look in your eyes, it seems you haven’t recovered fully. Go back and rest some more,” Zhuo Junli said indifferently, shaking his fan as he walked away.
His figure was elegant and dashing, captivating the hearts of countless women in Jiang Du City both before and after his marriage.
Even though they knew he was already a Prime Minister’s madam, many daughters of noble families eagerly vied to become his concubine.
There was a reason for that.
Zhuo Junli was handsome, perceptive, and witty.
But… did he think himself the incarnation of the Wenqu Star, so certain in all his judgments?
A vicious streak flashed through Leng Shuqing’s icy gaze; she was determined to prove to Zhuo Junli that in this world, there is no couple that can’t be broken up, no affection that can’t be won.
To be treated like Leng Muling, defiled and naively waiting to be discarded, was not her fate. Leng Shuqing, having become an Imperial Consort, intended to live up to her title in every way!