Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter Chapter 411

Chapter 411 She Would be With Him, No Matter Life or Death
Mo Xuetong was dumbfounded and stopped suddenly. She touched her head and stood under the flower tree beside. She felt shocked that Consort Zhao looked so similar to Consort Xian. Although Consort Zhao was Consort Xian's younger sister, the two were not related by blood. How could they look so alike?

Feng Yuran also said that his mother consort was an orphan and the relatives of her parents had passed away all. So his mother was barely related to He family in any way. How could it be possible that her mother had a sister who resembled her so much? Even if luck had happened, it was too unusually coincident.

Mo Xuetong felt somewhat that something weird was in it.

“What kind of family is He's family?” After Mo Xuetong saw Feng Yuran in Anhe Palace, it was the first question that came to her mind.

Feng Yuran reached out to keep his hand around her waist and walked slowly into the main palace. Now there were only a few elderly maidservants and eunuchs here to take care of it, and they had retreated. The empty palace, though still brilliant, looked lifeless without the presence of the master.

No matter how gorgeous the palace was, it was just a barren palace without people's presence.

“The family has always been profit-seeking. They are probably willing to do anything for the sake of wealth and prosperity. ” Feng Yuran raised the corner of his lips slightly with a look of coldness and said indifferently. The family was like bedbugs which were unable to get rid of as soon as sticking to others.

Disgusting! Extremely disgusting! In his heart, he never considered He family was his mother's relatives. That family never thought his mother as their own relative, but only a pawn for them to seek wealth and prosperity. When his mother had passed away, He family did not even send a person to offer comfort.

Mo Xuetong took a secret glance at him, and felt that he looked mild, and then shook his sleeve and asked prettily, “Do you know Consort Zhao looks like our mother?”

“I Know. Just because she looked like our mother and was our mother's younger sister, she could gain the favor. But in fact, Consort Zhao is just a fake but has been favored over a decade. If she did treat our mother sincerely, how could she just sit by and see our mother killed in other hands? ” Feng Yuran answering indifferently with a gleam of coldness flashing in his eyes, and his hand held Mo Xuetong's hand unconsciously tighter and his voice sounded a bit angry.

He must resent Emperor Zongwen. He was so young when his mother died. And how could his heart not get broken when watching his mother die while his father did not want to avenge her? And later, he was almost poisoned to death. Although it was due to the complicated interest relationship in the harem, couldn't Emperor Zong bear any responsibility?

A truly capable emperor was even unable to keep his lover alive.

Anyway, Feng Yuran had reasons to have grudges in his heart. No wonder although it was said that he was the most favored prince of Emperor Zongwen, Mo Xuetong never saw Feng Yuran find the Emperor actively. Instead, the Emperor was always favorable to him again and again. Feng Yuran and his father held totally different attitudes towards the death of Consort Xian.

But who could be to blame?

Feng Yuran lost his mother at a young age, and then, was sent outside the palace and trained with the secret guards. The hardships in it made Mo Xuetong full of distress. How old was he then? Five or six? Thinking about that time he had lost her motherly love, Mo Xuetong's heart ached for him.

How had such a little prince got over it?

Mo Xuetong held her hand tightly against Feng Yuran and comforted softly. “His Majesty, maybe… had no alternative but to…”

“Had no alternative! They both enjoyed the favor! Why can the fake live so well, but my mother has passed away…” Feng Yuran lowered his hand slowly, with his eyes filled with pain and struggle. No matter what he did, he was always full of spirits. This enchanting and handsome young man had a charming bearing in every move he took. The purple color highlighted him as the most dazzling sun in the sky, fresh and bright.

However, he was not the frivolous young man but was redolent of chilly rage, like a sword out of the sheath that stabbed with coldness to the bone. His eyes were so sharp and stern that no one dared to meet.

Suddenly, Mo Xuetong wanted to cry. And she bit her lip and raised her head, deliberately ignoring the pain at the bottom of his eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips. “Or is there any other reason accounting for the death of our mother, and His Majesty fails to find it?”

According to Mo Xuetong's understanding, Emperor Zong was rather infatuated with Consort Xian. Since she had passed away for years, he still couldn't forget her and arranged the whole Anhe Palace the same as it used to be and loved Feng Yuran so much. Mo Xuetong did not know what the rumors outside were, but she could truly feel Emperor Zong's feelings.

This throne, the Emperor was bound to pass to Feng Yuran!

However, the Emperor did not want Feng Yuran to be put in the limelight and framed by others. Therefore, Feng Yuran remained unscrupulous after returning to the palace. Except for showing some knowledge about horse-riding in Zhangtai, he knew nothing about the affairs of the court. Such a useless prince would not draw those ambitious princes' attention.

With his current performance, Feng Yuran kept himself away from the fights for the throne, but controlled the overall situation indifferently outside the fight, and would give the most powerful blow at the appropriate time, Mo Xuetong did not know whether Emperor Zongwen was full of tenderness or ruthlessness. Those princes were all his sons as well, and they would be sacrificed in vain. As a father, Emperor Zong was so heartless!

However, even if this was the case, it would not make up for the pain in Feng Yuran's heart!

Looking at the love passed by Mo Xuetong's bright eyes, Feng Yuran stared at her closely, as if he could put her heart in the heart in this way. For a long time, his face brightened, with a fascinating smile on his lips, and he held Mo Xuetong and walked inside.

How lucky it was to have such a precious heart and to have such a precious person!

“Consort Zhao just talked with He Yuxiu so happily, and now she even took her to the palace to dwell on some details. And it's said that Consort Zhao sent someone to report to His Majesty, claiming that she has found her paternal family members and hoping His Majesty to see at his earliest convenience,” Feng Yuran said meaningfully.

Mo Xuetong thought for a while and asked puzzledly, “Consort Zhao likes talking with people?”

“She has been imprisoned for so many years. Although it's said that she has been enjoying the most favor, what's the difference that she is imprisoned? Do you think she could convince the people in the harem only by not having to pay respects to Her Highness?” Feng Yuran sneered. His father sought temporary ease and security for Consort Zhao by such conduct. Feng Yuran thought that his father became even more self-righteous.

“You mean, His Majesty imprisoned Consort Zhao to protect her in order to get the understanding of the others in the palace?” Mo Xuetong stopped and stared with a stunned expression. No wonder she always felt strange about what had happened about the past. No matter how much favor a Consort gained, she did not dare to challenge Empress' rights frontally. No distinction between legitimate and illegitimate status would stir up the chaos in the country. His Majesty was a wise emperor, so how could it be possible that he would do that?

Apart from Empress, the court would not agree, nor would Ding General Manor!

“If the things would not be carried out in this way, how could Consort Zhao live to the present!” Feng Yuran gave a cold snort and did not stop his footsteps and continued to walk inside. When into the inner palace, he placed Mo Xuetong onto a wide chair beside, and he leaned to the side of the couch. Since his legs and feet were not good, he specifically got Emperor Zongwen's permission to come to rest in Anhe Palace.

Afraid that Mo Xuetong's newly combed hair would be messed up, he placed her on the chair beside.

Most of the attendants today were ladies and young ladies with good grades. It would be disgraceful if the hair buns were messed up. Although Feng Yuran did not care, he did not want Mo Xuetong to be criticized by others.

“The He family brought two daughters in, and even found a woman similar to our mother in appearance… Does… does the He family know something?” Mo Xuetong bit her lip and decided to speak out the doubt in her heart.

In fact, Mo Xuetong was 100% sure that the death of Consort Xian had something to do with the family. In the last life, Feng Yuran must have found something out, so he had slaughtered the He family in the main hall to vent his anger. If He family was just greedy for wealth, with Feng Yuran's temperament, he would have just ignored them and would not have done it so ruthlessly, and then, left downhearted.

What exactly had happened? Mo Xuetong thought that Feng Yuran had the right to know.

But unlike the last life, she would always follow Feng Yuran to soothe his soul, and would never let him leave the capital as desperately as the last life! Of course, it was best if she knew the reason first, and then she could find a specific way to undo the knot in his heart. In any case, in this life, she would never let Feng Yuran in disappointment fall into a perilous position.

This was why she wanted to be stronger, and wanted to stand next to him. As for that hurdle, Mo Xuetong hoped that Feng Yuran would treat him calmly . He had always stood in front of her to protect her, and she also wanted to support him with her tender shoulders when he was desperate, even if the power was so tiny, she was willing to give out all.

She stood up from the chair, walked over to squat down, reached out to hold his long slender hand, and looked up at his handsome and cold face.

“He family knew that Consort Zhao would win the favor!” Feng Yuran immediately understood what Mo Xuetong implied and gritted his teeth to say slowly . But the words sounded chilly to Mo Xuetong. She also caught his meaning instantly, and then reached out to his hands and put them on her face. She said to him softly.

“Yuran, promise me that in any case, you can't be furious and lose yourself. I… I've been waiting where you can see. Our mother is unwilling… unwilling to see you sad… If it's them… don't be grieved… I, will always be with you!”

She said incoherently, and even she did not understand what she said. Suddenly, tears dropped from the corners of her eyes and then ran down. After finishing her words, she stood up and sat beside him, just bit her lips and looked at him. Although she had made up her mind, she still felt inexplicably afraid at the sight of his face full of grudge.

After being reborn in this life, perhaps because this life was gained by luck, she seldom felt scared, and felt nothing terrible even if she had to die again. But now, she did feel scared, for fear that he would leave her, would be demoralized, and would even come to an end that he had to travel far away to the Southern Barbarian Lands without a return.

In this life, she didn't cherish her life, but cherished his, unwilling to see he meet with any mishaps.

“Why remind me?” Feng Yuran's face became tender, and he reached out to hold her tearful face, and stared at her.

“Because I know Feng Yuran always keeps a cool mind. He doesn't need me to say anything, and he will know what he wants and how to get it. He is the most cunning, knowing what is the hardest blow. He is the person who will not be crushed by any difficulties and will not lose the opportunity because of someone, and he always has the game in his hands, and… ” Mo Xuetong choked with tears.

“And what?” The grudge on his face faded a bit, and he asked her softly as watching her.

“And he knows I'm waiting for him, and he has two lives on him, he will never act recklessly.” Mo Xuetong pulled his sleeves and cried breathlessly, as if she were a beast to be abandoned. Her charming limpid eyes were full of tears. Her grievance, scare and fear all turned into tears and flowed from her heart. She really thought she could not lose him. No matter what happened, she would be with him.

She would be with him, no matter life or death!

Feng Yuran kept calm. Even though he knew that his mother was probably killed by He family, he just took on a look of grudge. But now, Mo Xuetong's undisguised words made his eyes mixed with excitement, rejoicing, love and even some relief.

Only he knew how apathetic the woman around him was. Even if he tried to slowly warmed her heart, the heart remained tepid, and he was unable to catch it. Even though he knew he had a place in her heart, he did not know how important the place was. Every time he tried to sound out by making fun, he could not get too much response, as if she just took it, but never opened up to him.

He could know what other people thought, thought he drifted away different forces, expect this apathetic and alienated heart. But now, she opened up her heart and made him reassured.

Such a woman was the one he would love for life, so was there any reason why shouldn't he love her from the bottom of his heart?

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