Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 26
"It is indeed a disaster for her to stay in the Marquis of Weiyuan."

Madam Weiyuan Hou stared viciously at Mo Xiaowan, and said in a deep voice, "It's just the eldest princess..."

"Mother is confused."

Marquis Weiyuan glanced at her coldly: "The eldest princess is seeking to marry the Fifth Miss of the Marquis of Weiyuan. If she is nothing, the Marquis of Weiyuan has not broken its promise with the Duke's Mansion."

Mo Xiaowan quietly listened to them decide their own fate.

From the time she was two years old, seeing Weiyuan Hou torture her mother Feng Zimo in every possible way, in Mo Xiaowan's heart he was no longer her father, but a demonic existence.

Before Feng Zimo was still alive, this demon would come to Zixiang Garden to torment his mother.

In the past few years after her mother's death, she has only seen this cold-faced beast a few times.

It was thanks to her good brother Mo Qianlang that after so many years, Marquis of Weiyuan Mo Xiaocheng finally remembered that she was an eyesore.

What Mo Xiaocheng thinks of her is really not important.

But Langer...

She felt a little cold and trembling all over. She never thought that Lang'er, whom she loved more than her own life, would stab herself with a sharp knife.

Ever since she was a child, she has never shed tears. Even if Feng Zimo died of depression, her tears rolled in her eyes, but she resisted not to drop them.

And now, the tears overflowing from the bottom of my heart are rolling down my cheeks!

Mo Qianlang, how could you treat me like this?

The despair in her eyes, the tears in the small bowl so bright in the sun, made Xuanyuan Xing stunned, and his heart was hit hard.

For the first time, there was a feeling called pain spreading in the bottom of my heart.

"Uncle, grandmother, my highness just went to the backyard to see sister Xiaowan, and didn't eat the pork belly and chicken stew cooked by sister Xiaowan..."

"This is a family matter of this humble minister, and I hope His Highness the Crown Prince will not interfere."

Marquis Weiyuan was very polite to Xuanyuan Xing, even a little humbled: "I am loyal to His Highness wholeheartedly, I cannot let the evil girl harm His Highness."

Xuanyuan Xing's voice was stern: "Uncle, little sister Xiaowan will not harm..."

Looking at Mo Qianlang with a smirk on his face, Mo Xiaowan finally understood the meaning of that grimace, it was not to please her, but to send her to hell.

What could be more sad than a close relative stabbing yourself hard?
She was reluctant to leave the Marquis of Weiyuan before, because she kept in mind her mother Feng Zimo's instructions, and because she was reluctant to leave Mo Qianlang, a younger brother.

But now, what is there for her to cherish in this cold Weiyuanhou Mansion?

Mo Xiaowan's lips trembled, and he finally managed to make a hoarse voice: "His Royal Highness, you don't have to protect Xiaowan anymore!"

"I, Mo Xiaowan, am willing to be punished today."

She stood in the middle of the hall, her voice was a bit icy and cold, and the smile on her face was also tinged with a layer of icy cold.

She bit it out word by word, and each word was clear and clear: "Let's fight! After receiving the fifty slaps, from now on, I, Mo Xiaowan, will have no ties to Weiyuanhoufu, and in this life, there will be no more involvement!"

"Old hag, Marquis of Weiyuan devil, I am ashamed to be born in the mansion of Marquis of Weiyuan."

"I have nothing to do with you from now on, it's great!"

The door of the main hall was quickly closed, and the moment the lackeys in the mansion rushed towards her, Mo Xiaowan smiled like a poppy flower blooming, and the alluring poison penetrated into Xuanyuan Xing's heart, making him lose his mind.

"When death is imminent, do you still dare to speak hard?"

Mrs. Weiyuanhou's vicious voice came out of the hall: "Give me a hard hit on the old man, a light hit, and be careful with your skin."

(End of this chapter)