lcionline Chapter 210 Illegitimate Daughter
Chapter 210 Illegitimate Daughter
He remained as indifferent as ever, and responded calmly: "It's all up to the princess."
Although Princess Wenxi felt unwilling, she had no choice but to give up. She seemed to have swallowed a mouthful of cold water, and the smile on her face became a little stiff.
"Well, I have arranged professional singers and dancers to entertain the banquet. There is no need for you to argue about this anymore."
The queen spoke at the right time and cleverly resolved the awkward atmosphere.
As the banquet progressed, Ling Mohui gradually gained a general understanding of the power structure in the palace.
Just as she expected, except for the queen, almost no one in the palace dared to be rude in front of her father, Duke Anping.
It seems that the capital of Daqing gives her more freedom and respect than Da Qi.
Halfway through the banquet, Ling Mohui left the table early because she needed to change clothes. Halfway through the banquet, she heard a faint whisper, which was mixed with sarcastic sarcasm: "Why are you so arrogant? She is just an illegitimate daughter. If it weren't for the emperor's face, who would treat her well!"
Ling Mohui frowned and was about to step forward to argue, but was gently held back by a warm and strong hand.
When I turned around, it was Zhao Yu.
"Zhao Yu? Lord Zhao?"
Ling Mohui looked at him in surprise, not understanding why he was here.
Zhao Yu's eyes swept across Princess Wenxi in the distance, and his voice was low and calm: "Don't take those idle words to heart."
There was a subtle concern in his eyes, as if silently telling her that he would face the storms in the palace with her.
Ling Mohui gently broke free from Zhao Yu's tightly grasped hand, her brows revealing a determination that could not be ignored: "Master Zhao, I beg you, tell me, are those words she said true or false?"
There was a flicker of anxiety and anticipation in her eyes, as if the answer to this question was of vital importance to her.
Zhao Yu pursed his lips, a warning light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low and powerful: "Princess, talking about the emperor behind his back is no joke. Are you really tired of living?"
Although his tone was stern, there was an imperceptible worry in his eyes.
"If you insist on not telling me, I will naturally find out the truth in my own way."
Ling Mo replied and turned to leave, but was grabbed by Zhao Yu with such force that she could not easily break free.
Zhao Yu looked around, as if to confirm that no one was watching, then he sighed, his expression full of helplessness: "Forget it, let's talk about this in detail when we get back to the mansion."
From the subtle changes in Zhao Yu's expression, Ling Mohui already had many guesses in her mind.
Illegal daughter?
And it is also related to the emperor?
The secret behind this seems to be much more complicated than she imagined.
After the banquet, Zhao Yuezhao was summoned to the imperial study alone, leaving Ling Mohui and Zhao Yu waiting quietly outside the palace gate.
In the cold wind, the two figures standing there looked particularly lonely, until Zhao Yuezhao's figure appeared in their sight again.
Zhao Yuezhao's face did not look good, and it was obvious that the conversation with the emperor was not easy.
But when her eyes fell on Ling Mohui, her expression eased a little, as if only in front of this daughter could she find a moment of peace.
"Mohui, it's all mother's fault that you have to bear all these criticisms innocently. Yu'er has already told me everything about what Princess Wenxi said."
Zhao Yuezhao's voice was full of guilt.
Ling Mohui smiled slightly and calmly helped Zhao Yuezhao into the carriage. Her actions revealed her consideration and understanding for her mother.
Zhao Yu drove the carriage skillfully, and the group slowly drove away from the palace in the night. The wheels rolled over the snow, making a slight noise, adding a bit of liveliness to the quiet night.
In the car, Ling Mohui asked softly: "Mom, regarding the matter mentioned by Princess Wenxi, I don't really care about other people's opinions. I just don't want to be kept in the dark. Can you tell me who my biological father is?"
There was a barely perceptible tremor in her words, which was a desire and uneasiness for the truth.
Zhao Yuezhao pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Your father unfortunately disappeared before you were born, but this does not mean that you have any shameful identity. I am the first wife who married into your father's family in a legitimate way, and you are naturally the eldest daughter in a legitimate way. Don't take those rumors to heart."
Ling Mohui nodded slightly. Although she was confused, she did not ask any more questions.
She then asked, "Then the emperor, does he know about this?"
"The emperor was very displeased when he found out about this, and he has punished Princess Wenxi and confined her to the palace. From now on, if anyone criticizes your status again, you don't have to swallow your anger. The emperor and I will take care of it for you."
Zhao Yuezhao's answer made Ling Mohui feel a little comforted.
Ling Mohui's lips curled up into a faint smile. Lord Anping's words were like a reassurance, making her feel much more at ease.
After all, it's better to have someone to support you than to face everything alone.
"After all, it's your mother's negligence that has affected your marriage."
There was self-blame in Zhao Yuezhao's tone. She knew very well how much unnecessary trouble her past had brought to her children.
Ling Mohui was stunned when she heard this, and looked at her mother in surprise: "Mom, I'm already married."
"Mom knows, but Fu Yansheng, haven't you always wanted to divorce him?"
Zhao Yuezhao asked back, with a tone that seemed to show that he knew everything.
Ling Mohui was surprised that her mother even knew that she wanted to divorce, and she couldn't help but blurt out: "Mom, how do you know this?"
"So...are you still planning to continue this marriage?"
Zhao Yuezhao asked relentlessly.
Ling Mohui quickly shook her head and denied it repeatedly: "No, no, no, I have been wanting to divorce as soon as possible."
"In this case, we have to reconsider your marriage."
Zhao Yuezhao spoke in a firm tone.
"There's no rush. At least wait until I get the divorce papers."
Ling Mohui doesn't have much thought about remarriage, she yearns for a free and unrestrained life.
"That's fine. Soon, Fu Yansheng will come to Daqing to attend the crowning ceremony for the crown prince. At that time, mother will personally ask His Majesty for a divorce letter for you, so that you can end your relationship once and for all."
There was determination in Zhao Yuezhao's words.
A hint of surprise flashed across Ling Mohui's eyes: "Is it really that simple?"
"Of course, this is Daqing, your will is your command."
Lord Anping gently patted Ling Mohui's hand, her eyes full of love, "Mother failed to protect you before, and you suffered so much. In the future, mother will never let you suffer the slightest injustice again."
"Thank you for your love, mother!"
Ling Mohui snuggled up to Zhao Yuezhao's shoulder, feeling a warm feeling in her heart.
……
On New Year's Eve, snowflakes are flying and the prince's coming-of-age ceremony is approaching.
Ling Mohui sat by the warm fireplace, savoring the steaming hot pot, looking at the snow-covered world outside the window, but her heart couldn't help but be filled with deep longing for Ling's father and mother.