lcionline Chapter 291 Imbalance
Chapter 291 Imbalance
The officials in charge of receiving the guests had already sent people to inform them, so when Emperor Moyao and his entourage left the palace gates, the officials were already kneeling on the ground to greet them.
On the other side were young gentlemen, about twenty or thirty in number.
Some of them were familiar to Su Mowan, while others were unfamiliar to her.
After glancing around, Su Mowan realized something was wrong. Su Mobai was missing from the officials' side, and Shangguan Qingqi was nowhere to be seen from the young master's side.
Why have both of them disappeared at the same time?
Just as I was thinking this, a voice came from behind me.
"Your Majesty, I am late."
Before Emperor Moyao could even have his ministers rise, Su Mobai suddenly appeared. So Emperor Moyao turned around first, looked at the belated Su Mobai, and smiled, "It's alright, it's alright, I just came out too!"
Su Mowan now knew that Emperor Moyao not only favored her, but also Su Mobai.
The ministers kneeling on the ground were all thinking to themselves: Su Mobai has no chance of becoming the Grand Prince Consort, yet the Emperor is still treating him so well!
Poor things, kneeling like this, with the cold wind blowing. Could you please let them stand up first? Their old arms and legs can't take it!
Just as they were finishing their whispers, Emperor Mo Yao finally remembered that his ministers were still kneeling. He laughed heartily and said, "My dear ministers, please rise! It's freezing cold; please take care of yourselves!"
"..."
The ministers obeyed the emperor's will and rose to their feet, brushing the withered grass and leaves from their official robes.
On the other side, carriages and horses had been prepared in advance. Military officials mounted their horses, civil officials mounted their carriages, and the young gentlemen all had their own mounts. They mounted their horses one after another and slowly followed behind the imperial carriage.
The group set off in a grand procession toward the main hunting grounds.
Su Mowan glanced at Tang Minzhi in the crowd out of the corner of her eye, and was slightly surprised by the way he mounted his horse.
She thought that Tang Minzhi, a pale-faced scholar, would be rather weak, but to her surprise, his posture while mounting the horse was unexpectedly handsome.
It exudes a spirited and vigorous aura.
Su Mowan suddenly remembered a phrase: "A dashing young man in fine clothes, riding a spirited horse."
I could actually smell that scent on Tang Minzhi.
It's really strange.
Before she knew it, she had been staring at Tang Minzhi for a little too long when Murong Jing coughed lightly in displeasure beside her, and then her hand was grabbed.
Murong Jing shifted slightly, getting a little closer to her, and his low voice sounded in her ear: "Tang Minzhi?"
Murong Jing had never actually met Tang Minzhi before, but he recognized her at first glance outside the palace.
Tang Minzhi and Tang Jingzhi look three or four parts alike. Although Murong Jing and Tang Jingzhi are not very familiar with each other, they have met many times.
Therefore, he easily recognized Tang Minzhi.
Su Mowan showed no guilt whatsoever, turned to look at Murong Jing and said, "Yes, it's Tang Minzhi. She even helped me out before."
Murong Jing knew about this, and he also knew that Su Mowan had given the original Han Qiu painting to Tang Minzhi as a thank-you gift.
Of course, Murong Jing didn't take Tang Minzhi, a handsome scholar, seriously and didn't see him as a threat, so Su Mowan just watched him this time.
So His Highness the King of Qin squeezed her hand and whispered, "Don't look around in broad daylight."
If others were to see this, how would I save face?
Although Su Mowan felt confident that since she dared to peek, she could prevent a third party from seeing her, she still nodded and replied, "I won't peek, and don't try to pull me around in broad daylight."
"I only did this because your hands are cold."
As Murong Jing spoke, he adjusted her fox fur coat and said, "When we get back, I'll have the imperial physician prescribe some medicine for you to take care of yourself."
Cold uterus is indeed a problem.
Su Mowan thought about how she always looked dejected when her relatives visited, so she nodded and said, "Okay."
The couple's intimate actions were noticed by many people.
Tang Minzhi, walking not far away, was one of them. Although she was reluctant to admit it, Su Mowan and the Prince of Qin did indeed look like a perfect match.
Tang Minzhi took a deep breath, glanced at Su Mowan who had a faint smile on her face, spurred his horse forward, and moved closer to Xue Ting.
Meanwhile, the King and Queen of Chu, in their carriage beside them, each had their own thoughts. The King of Chu was half sighing and half bittersweet; he sighed because Murong Jing actually had this gentle side, and he was bittersweet because he was no longer the one who was gentle to Su Er.
It should be said that he had never treated Su Er so gently before.
Su Huayue, who was by the side of the King of Chu, was filled with jealousy, envy, and regret. Jealousy was understandable; in just three months, Su Mowan had received such treatment from the King of Qin! She herself had only been married into the royal household for three months, yet the King of Chu had shown her no difference whatsoever!
Right now, her husband is still secretly watching that bitch Su Mowan!
Su Huayue couldn't help but wonder, if she hadn't disliked the Prince of Qin for his leg ailment, and if she had been the one to marry into the Prince of Qin's household, would the Prince of Qin have treated her so gently?
However, even if she regretted it deeply, she would never have the chance to marry the King of Qin in this lifetime. Even if she and the King of Chu were not currently married, it was a well-known fact that she had married the King of Chu.
But since she was having a hard time, how could she let Su Mowan have a smooth life? She was resentful!
Thinking of this, Su Huayue glanced at Shen Muyue, who was riding in the same carriage as Consort Shen, and a plan flashed through her mind. She secretly clenched her fist.
Of course, the one who was hurt the most was Prince Jin. Because of the matter of asking Murong Jing to go to the army for training, he intentionally or unintentionally brought his carriage a little closer, but who knew that he would be showered with dog food!
So sudden!
Despite his heartache, Prince Jin's eyes darkened again when he thought of Qingcheng. He glanced subtly at Consort Shen, who was chatting and laughing with Shen Muyue.
What he told Murong Jing was kept from Consort Shen.
Speaking of which, Shen Muyue is his cousin, a little over a month older than him. He knew that Shen Muyue and Su Mowan didn't get along, so he should have sided with Shen Muyue, but surprisingly, he didn't dislike Su Mowan.
The group moved very slowly. After about fifteen minutes, they finally arrived at a clearing in the woods. In the center of the clearing was a platform about one meter high. The platform was square and covered an area of about twenty square meters. The platform was covered with thatch.
It's clearly prepared for Emperor Mo Yao to rally his troops.
Those who should get off the vehicle should get off, and those who should dismount should dismount.
The ministers who came this time numbered about fifty, of whom about twenty were civil officials and about thirty were military generals.
The civil officials were just there to watch the fun; they didn't need to participate. They could simply sit and wait to be served.
Military officers can also participate in the game, make bets with each other, and spar with one another to improve their relationship.
The main event, of course, is for the young gentlemen. Anyone who comes can participate in the competition, which is limited to one hour. Whoever catches the most prey wins.
Su Mowan suddenly leaned close to Murong Jing's ear and asked, "If I shoot down three eagles and you kill a wild boar, who wins?"
Murong Jing turned to look at her.
"If I were to hunt, I would hunt lions and tigers, not wild boars."
"..."
Is this a blatant insult, implying she lacks class?