Novel Full Chapter 1722 - 1715: Investigating Mo Qi, Matters Concerning State Affairs
Chapter 1722 -1715: Investigating Mo Qi, Matters Concerning State Affairs
He protected Leng Muling, and although he had been angry with her several times, she never took it to heart. But now…
Ling’er was already married to Lu Mian. If she continued to meddle, it would surely cause trouble for Ling’er!
That was something he would never allow!
As Hong Lian covered her face and wept, Mo Qi’s cold voice came crashing down over her head like thunder, “Don’t let me see you lay a finger on Ling’er again. Otherwise, even though you gave birth to Huan’er, I will never spare you!
Whether mother and son are separated or not is irrelevant. My son doesn’t need a scheming, ruthless mother!”
“Then what kind of mother does your son need?” Hong Lian stood up, her eyes red and teary, screaming at Mo Qi, “Do you still want her, even though she’s already married?
She’s nothing more than a worn-out shoe, discarded by someone else!
Mo Qi, you can forget about her for the rest of your life!”
What Mo Qi left her with was nothing but a cold, emotionless silhouette.
He no longer had any feelings for her.
His thoughts had long been captivated by Leng Muling. If someone hadn’t helped her deceive him back then, letting her claim she was pregnant with his child, she would still be locked in the cell by Chu Yihan!
“Damn it!”
Hong Lian, enraged, overturned the entire table.
The sky carried a heavy rain, dense clouds drifting from the eastern part of the city to the west.
Zhuo Junli stood in the pavilion, trimming a potted orchid vine when he heard his subordinate reporting back.
The person he dispatched to investigate and monitor Mo’s estate reported that today, Commander Mo had a fierce argument with his wife, and she even flipped over the dining table.
Zhuo Junli curved his lips into a smile and said, “What a foolish woman. Knowing full well that her husband’s heart isn’t with her, she goes to all lengths to push him further away!”
Yun Sijin heard Zhuo Junli’s mocking tone while descending the stairs.
She slowed her steps down and stood quietly, listening to Zhuo Junli’s subordinate finish reporting all the details.
When the subordinate left, he courteously saluted Yun Sijin.
Yun Sijin inclined her head slightly and walked toward Zhuo Junli.
The subordinate had worked for years at the Prime Minister’s residence and was also assigned by the old master Leng Yi to serve Zhuo Junli.
He always worked exclusively for the head of the household, without exception. And when the head listened to reports, it was never easy for others to be present.
But Zhuo Junli was an exception.
No matter what he did, Yun Sijin could enter freely; nothing was hidden from her.
As the subordinate walked away, he still thought to himself, perhaps their madam was just as formidable and ruthless.
Yun Sijin had no idea that a servant had concocted such a drama in his head.
She took a look at Zhuo Junli’s reckless trimming and hurried forward to stop him. “Don’t mess with it anymore—after all that effort to keep it alive, now you’re cutting it apart again.”
Zhuo Junli refused to set down the scissors, replying nonchalantly, “Orchid vines are resilient in life; just a bit of water and they’ll thrive, growing longer and prettier the more you trim them.”
Yun Sijin considered his words carefully. “Are you talking about flowers or Ling’er?”
She had sent two older maids and more than ten servants with Leng Muling as part of the dowry to Lu’s household. Yet the news they brought back was that on the first day of her marriage, Leng Muling had gone to the palace to get breakfast instead of eating at home, and upon returning, had opened her medicine chest.
“The maids reported back that Ling’er went out wearing a scarf around her neck, as if she’d been injured. Are you truly not worried?” Yun Sijin’s graceful brows furrowed deeply.
Perhaps she had been frowning too much recently, for faint lines had begun to form between her brows.
Zhuo Junli turned around and pressed both his thumbs against her furrowed brows, gently smoothing them outward. “You should worry more about yourself! As a daughter of the Prime Minister’s residence, even if the end for her is death, she will have accomplished great deeds.
If she can’t last even a few days in Lu Mian’s home, then that’s her own failure! Yet she had the audacity to boast she married Lu Mian for the sake of the Leng family.”
Leng Muling is far tougher than the orchid vine he had just cut—sometimes, she didn’t even need water.
“Then how do you plan to investigate Mo’s estate?” Yun Sijin’s right thumb fiddled pensively against her index finger. “We’ve already inquired before: the timeline for Hong Lian’s child’s birth checks out,
The only wet nurse Hong Lian completely trusts was once an old hand at the Silver Moon Pavilion. Could it really be that there’s nothing shady about her?”
“How could there be nothing shady? Commander Mo followed the emperor in war campaigns east and west. How could he not even remember if he had a liaison with a woman?
Moreover, it was precisely during his conflict with Ling’er. In this world, such deliberate coincidences are invariably orchestrated by someone.”
Zhuo Junli casually rested his hands on Yun Sijin’s shoulders, chuckling softly.
Yun Sijin understood him well; the more relaxed he seemed, the knottier the situation was at its core.
“Are political matters involved as well?”
Zhuo Junli smirked. “It’s probably not limited to the Great Cheng Dynasty’s politics! Two years ago, an organization called Ting Chao Ge rose in the jianghu, collecting intelligence and orchestrating black-market forces, infiltrating nations under the guise of ordinary civilians.
Lately, Chu Yifeng has been unconscious, and Silver Moon Pavilion is struggling to thrive under only Chu Xi’s management. The weakening of their power has allowed Ting Chao Ge to grow stronger.
Oddly enough, two years ago was also when Rong Qing infiltrated the Great Cheng Dynasty.”
A twisting maze of troubles and complications—one that no ordinary person could unravel or comprehend.
But Yun Sijin understood. As she sorted through layer upon layer, she realized that the extent of the situation’s complexity far surpassed her initial assumptions.
Rong Qing infiltrated the Great Cheng Dynasty to seize the throne; joined forces with former allies of the Princess of Qi State; and together plotted to assassinate the emperor. Now, neither the emperor nor the empress was present in the court; the Crown Prince only maintained stability with the help of the prince.
And at the time, Commander Mo was the emperor’s most trusted confidant, undoubtedly positioned as the Crown Prince’s ultimate protector.
If he married not Ling’er but someone tied to Ting Chao Ge…
Yun Sijin’s heart suddenly tightened—as she pondered to this point, the gravity of the stakes loomed far heavier than she had imagined.
Her piercing phoenix eyes locked onto Zhuo Junli. “Husband, do you have confidence in this?”
As one of the senior ministers governing in the stead of the Crown Prince, Zhuo Junli had to safeguard the young successor and stabilize the imperial framework.
Zhuo Junli rubbed his sore shoulders. “I just want to find the emperor right now and ask if I can resign.”
This cursed political landscape was scorching him—this incarnation of Wenqu Star—alive.
Yun Sijin lightly tapped his shoulder. “If you were to resign now, whether or not the emperor agrees is one thing—your father will die of fury first!”
The court couldn’t afford to lose Zhuo Junli, nor could the Leng family.
Zhuo Junli clicked his tongue in frustration. “Fine, I’ll just deal with it! What else is there to do?”
It was all thanks to his naive youth that he had befriended someone like Chu Yihan to begin with!
Zhuo Junli made a trip to the palace to borrow a squad of Shadow Guards from Chu Heng.
At Wangjiang Tower.
Time passed—Lin Yu, Yang Xianhui, and Fu Yuan had already recovered from their injuries. They were eager to don battle armor and enter the military camp.
However, before they formally enlisted, Lin Sisi gave them a lesson.
She placed three full sets of battle armor in front of them. As their eyes sparkled with excitement, she spoke with grave seriousness, “This is the war-ready battle gear—it weighs over ten pounds, and wearing it feels heavy. But the responsibility it places onto your shoulders is even heavier!