Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
chapter-398

Chapter 398 The Three Princes Gathered at Princess Royal’s Manor

In the end, this kiss that almost went out of control ended with the escape of Feng Yuran. After taking a cold water bath, Feng Yuran came over and saw Mo Xuetong already asleep on her bed. When he saw her red and swollen lips smiling, Feng Yuran’s lips curved up involuntarily as well.

He took off his outer coat and climbed onto the bed, relaxing only when he hugged the slim figure of Mo Xuetong. In his arms, all of Mo Xuetong’s fear and anxiety had disappeared. She laid beside his body and nestled like a kitten that just found its comfortable nest. She sighed satisfyingly and slept in his arms.

Seeing the gentle smile on Mo Xuetong’s cute face and the twitching of her long eyelashes, Feng Yuran could not help but lower his head to kiss this lazy and adorable woman before closing his eyes.

When he woke up the next day, no one was around her. She touched the cold blanket next to her and realized that Feng Yuran had been awake for a while. Perhaps it was because of the spring weather, she had been entering a deeper state of sleep recently and did not even realize that the man next to her was gone.

Hearing the voice within, Mo Lan and Mo Yu brought toiletries and entered.

“What time is it? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Mo Xuetong sat up lazily and asked. She had to go to Princess Royal’s manor today. It would be terrible if she was late for she was the daughter of Princess Royal, not just the wife of his nephew.

Mo Lan hooked up the muslin bed curtains with gold embroideries with golden hooks and smiled.

“Just past 9 am. His Highness said that there’s no rush for it’ll be alright for an injured man like him to be late.”

“His Highness specifically instructed for you to sleep more. He has prepared all the presents and you merely need to tidy yourself up. You won’t be late.” Mo Lan laughed too.

His Highness was truly nice to their lady. They were still worried before marriage that the women in His Highness’ back garden would create trouble for their lady, or that His Highness would dote on those women and be indifferent towards their lady. Now, the situation was that His Highness was truly concerned about their lady, and not a single woman dared to provoke her. As the servants sent over through marriage, all of them were happy for Mo Xuetong.

“We shouldn’t be too late.” Mo Xuetong stared at Mo Yu and Mo Lan with displeasure for she realized that her two servants have been on Feng Yuran’s side, speaking for him instead. She wrinkled her nose and flirted jealously, “Are you my servant or his? Calling him His Highness so affectionately?”

Seeing Mo Xuetong flirting with them, Mo Yu and Mo Lan laughed and was about to joke around when Feng Yuran’s voice appeared by the doorsteps.

“Who calls for His Highness so affectionately?” A little servant opened the door curtains and Feng Yuran walked in wearing a purple coat, with jimsonweed sewed on it elegantly, complementing his perfect figure. He wore a crown that allowed his black hair to fall unimpeded. They fell on his shoulders, showcasing his red lips and his devilish demeanor. His eyes and brows were of extreme beauty, which made all the seductive peach blossoms pale in comparison.

Mo Xuetong could not help but exclaim at the devilish looks of the man!

Such a face was the root of trouble!

“I see that Your Highness woke up early today to rush to see Mother.” Mo Xuetong explained and held Mo Lan’s hand to get up. Sitting in front of her makeup table, she stared at him through the makeup mirror.

She gave him face in front of others and called him Your Highness affectionately. Her watery eyes moved as she pursed her red lips.

“So sour. Did Tong’er spill vinegar here? This seems to be old vinegar, with this sourness…” Seeing Mo Xuetong’s watery eyes contained seductiveness amidst her adorable face, Feng Yuran was extremely satisfied. He waved his hands, signaling the two servants to retreat as he walked to Mo Xuetong’s side to help her with her makeup.

“There is still vinegar in this manor? I thought someone ate all the vinegar!” Mo Xuetong glanced at him with an emotionless face as he helped her change her hairpin solemnly. His usage of the pin was quite skillful, which made Mo Xuetong purse her pink lips. “Your Highness is truly talented to have such a great skill even in brushing my hair. I wonder how many people you’ve trained this skill on.”

“No more vinegar in the manor? That’s not alright since my Tong’er drinks a huge tank each time. I will order for my man to buy some later.” Feng Yuran frowned and lowered his head to whisper into Mo Xuetong’s ears. He kissed and smiled, “Tong’er, rest assured. I practiced combing these few days on Feng Yue’s head.”

Only God knows how tempted he was when he saw the few servants helping her tidy her black hair. Hence, he experimented with Feng Yue.

The thought of a man like Feng Yue being forced to sit in front of a mirror to tie such a seductive ponytail by Feng Yuran made Mo Xuetong laugh. Her eyelashes twitched as she flirted, “Why did Feng Yue not kick you out.”

“How dare he! It is a blessing for him to be combed by me.”

“Oh, then I have to thank Your Highness too for such a blessing!”

“No need, just be more proactive next time.” The man with the thick skin retorted casually while the woman with thin skin could only be red in the face with embarrassment, staring at him fiercely.

However, the pair of watery eyes looked adorable despite how much she glared, as no strength came from within.

As the two joked with each other, they tidied themselves and entered the carriage to Princess Royal’s manor.

When they arrived at Princess Royal’s manor, Mo Xuetong went off the carriage holding Mo Lan’s hand as a support. She then turned around and supported Feng Yuran. He was an injured man and they had to show everyone that. However, Feng Yuran did not wish to tire Mo Xuetong and hence placed much of his weight on the little eunuch beside him.

He was long and slender and his heavy body made the little eunuch grimace in pain.

“Is my Eighth Brother’s feet alright. My sister-in-law has a weak body, you should let me support you.” A gentle smile came from beside them and the two turned around to see a carriage parked behind. Feng Yuxuan strode off the carriage and hurried over as if he wanted to support Feng Yuran.

Behind him, on the carriage, Ling Fengyan boarded off holding on to her servant’s hand. Mo Xuetong was shocked to find that the previous top beauty had aged. Her eyes shone no more and she was extremely skinny, making it difficult for her to walk. If not for the tight grip of the two servants by her side, she would be blown away by the wind. She did seem 10 years older.

And she was nothing like her beautiful self before.

“My gratitude to brother. I have Tong’er to help but my sister-in-law does not have you. You should help my sister-in-law instead. After so many days, is her illness turning better?” Feng Yuran secretly pushed Feng Yuxuan’s hand towards Mo Xuetong away and smiled. He did not like anyone using his name to get close to Tong’er.

As a man, he would not miss the delight hidden beneath Feng Yuxuan’s eyes! He turned gloomy at once.

His elder brother was really not a good husband to throw his wife aside once he saw Tong’er.

The news of Ling Fengyan’s sickness had been spread throughout the city a month ago. They didn’t expect her to come.

Mo Xuetong let go of Feng Yuran’s hand and greeted Feng Yuxuan, paying respects to her. Before he could say anything, she greeted Ling Fengyan, who walked over with her servant. She called Ling Fengyan sister-in-law and also curtsied to the latter.

“There is no need to be so polite.” Ling Fengyan was extremely sick. Even her voice was hoarse and was no longer crisp as before. It was indeed unbelievable that the lady was still light and graceful a while ago.

What plans would she pull off her sleeves for coming even though she was so sick!

Although Ling Fengyan looked weak and fragile, Mo Xuetong still caught glance of desperation and hatred coming from her gaze!

The glance was not directed at one person, but everyone.

Ling Fengyan hated everyone present!

That understanding made Mo Xuetong shocked. She could understand why Ling Fengyan hated her, but what about Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yuran?

“Why didn’t you rest at home? You shouldn’t come out when you are so sick.” She came forth to hold Ling Fengyan’s hand as she checked her pulse secretly. Darkness flashed across her eyes as she then retreated and smiled.

“She has been at home for too long and thus decided to come out for a walk when I heard that Aunt is holding a party. Please do pay some attention to her, sister-in-law, she is too weak.” Feng Yuxuan smiled and replied. He looked a little worried since they were newlywed and since his wife was a precious beauty.

However, only Feng Yuxuan knew his true intentions.

“Big Brother, Eighth Brother, you are all so early. We rushed here but are still late.” A gorgeous carriage stopped at the gate of Princess Royal Manor. Feng Yuzhen jumped down before picking up Wang Yueyue. The two were peaceful and smiled elegantly.

Compared to the first two pairs, this pair was the most ordinary!

Even though Feng Yuzhen was not ranked in the princes, he called them their respective titles since he was younger than Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yulei but older than Feng Yuran.

“Cousin, you are indeed late. Let’s enter together.” Feng Yuxuan smiled as he patted his shoulders affectionately. No one could tell the two’s rivalry at courts.

“Then let’s go in together.” Feng Yuzhen held his hand and walked in together.

Wang Yueyue accompanied Ling Fengyan at the back. The two knew each other before and hence were closer to each other than Mo Xuetong.

“Stay away from her later.” Feng Yuran placed most of his weight on the little eunuch as he glanced the Ling Fengyan in front, whispering to Mo Xuetong.

“I will.” Mo Xuetong nodded thoughtfully.

Ling Fengyan’s body was extremely strange. Her pulse was eccentric and irregular, fast at times and slow at others as if it was being suppressed by something. It was as if she was poisoned but it was not obvious. If one was not meticulous, the irregularity could be because of her weak body. Anyway, Ling Fengyan should not come here.

If things were out of the ordinary, it must be a devious plan. No matter what Feng Yuxuan and Ling Fengyan planned, Mo Xuetong merely wanted to stay away from it.

“I want to take a nap in the afternoon after lunch. Come and serve me.” Feng Yuran was not comfortable and reminded her.

This time, his voice was at a normal volume but it seemed like a casual remark. The four people in front all heard this but they didn’t show any signs of emotion as they continued talking to each other. Each with their own intentions, the few walked into Princess Royal’s manor!