Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 52 Purpose
Taking another look at the fragments of the vase on the ground, Ximo calmly blessed Yan Mo, "Ah Mo, the vase is broken." He can do whatever he wants, she really doesn't care.

Yan Mo entered in such a hurry that he really didn't notice the broken vase on the ground. Hearing her mention it, his expression changed instantly, his burning eyes were fixed on the fragments on the ground, and he just stood in front of the door like a puppet Looking at the broken vase without moving.

That's right, this is the only vase in the study, no one is allowed to touch it, except Yan Mo.

But she broke the vase.

The time began to become long and unbearable, Ximo didn't know how to survive this tranquility, she knew it was the tranquility before the storm.

Finally, Yan Mo moved.

This was the first time Ximo saw him so excited, his hands were shaking, although it was only slightly shaking, but Ximo could see clearly that his hands were really shaking.

Seeing Yan Mo put away those vase fragments one by one, even a small piece of debris, those are like his treasures, "Wangfu, call a craftsman, come to me when you arrive." His His hands were still shaking, but his voice had returned to its previous majesty and calmness.

There are small fragments on the large fragments of the vase, Yan Mo carried the fragments and passed Ximo lightly, he didn't look at her, but just scattered his breath around her as he passed by.

With his back to Yan Mo, Ximo heard the sound of him sitting down, and then the cold voice came again, "Lan Ximo, kneeling in the yard, don't get up without my order."

"Thank you, my lord, for punishing me." She smiled lightly, but her heart ached, because it was her child and not herself.

She is not afraid of pain, not at all.

Just kneel and kneel, I just hope that the child will be fine.

She staggered across the threshold, and then knelt down straight. The sun had already set in the west, and the floor that was originally scorched by the sun was so cold when she knelt down. The coldness made her shiver involuntarily.

She can.

She has survived the bitter days and nights in Qijiangli, and after that, there is nothing to scare her anymore.

The first quarter moon hangs on the treetops, the silver moonlight accompanies her, and her shadow mottles on the bluestone floor. In fact, the moonlight and the shadow are really beautiful.

She likes it very much.

Watching quietly, thinking of nothing.

How great would it be if you could think about nothing every day, every moment of every day?

However, Ximo's silence was only for a short time, and after Yan Mo finished his dinner, the study room began to become lively.

"My lord, Concubine Jing is here." Wangfu's voice came.

At this time, Yan Mo must still be angry, from the way he just picked up those vase fragments, Ximo really doesn't understand why Concubine Jing, who can definitely hear the wind, chooses to meet Yan Mo at this time. ?

She thought Yan Mo would refuse to see her, but she didn't expect Yan Mo's voice to come from the study immediately, "Come in."

Concubine Jing immediately passed Ximo proudly, "You deserve it, so the prince treats you like that, and you are still no match for that woman."

which woman?

Listening in a daze, Ximo didn't understand, not at all.

Could what Concubine Jing said be Yan Mo's favorite woman?
In fact, she knew that Yan Mo treated her like this, the superficial things were just for others to see, she never knew that she was favored, but the women in this mansion regarded her as an enemy jealous.

"Concubine Jing, who is that woman?" Just as Concubine Jing took two steps past her, she asked softly, maybe Yan Mo hated her because of that woman.

Random guesses, because she didn't know, and because no one told her, she really only had random guesses left.

Concubine Jing stood there, looking back lightly, her beautiful face was full of disdain, "Lan Ximo, you are now the prince's favorite woman. In the past, the prince never allowed any woman in the mansion to conceive his child, but You are the first one, Lan Ximo, look, how kind the prince is to you, if you have anything to ask him, he will naturally tell you, so why would he tell me?"

"Oh, it turns out that Concubine Jing didn't know, so it's not surprising that Ximo didn't know. Concubine Jing is a concubine, and Ximo is just a maidservant and a concubine." She asked the wrong question. She really shouldn't have asked Concubine Jing. She was too anxious, eager to know the truth, but no one who knew the truth was willing to tell her.

"You..." Concubine Jing was so choked by Ximo's words that she couldn't continue after only one word.

"Your Majesty, the prince is waiting for you." The little girl next to her lowered her head to remind Concubine Jing, and then Concubine Jing flicked her sleeves aggressively and strode into the study.

"My lord, Jing'er is here, and Jing'er is here to see my lord." A soft female voice called Yan Mo, that voice was countless times more charming than hers, and she was still kneeling quietly, but she was always there when she had to. He heard voices coming from the study.

"My lord, on the emperor's birthday, Jing'er also prepared a generous gift, my lord, Jing'er wants to enter the palace with my lord..."

Ximo finally knew why Concubine Jing came. It turned out that she wanted to enter the palace with Yan Mo to attend the emperor's birthday banquet.

That's right, when she was in Buzhuang during the day, she heard that Empress Dowager Shu asked Yan Mo to prepare the emperor's birthday present.

This matter spread so quickly, I didn't want Concubine Jing to arrive as soon as Yan Mo came back.

Kneeling in the yard, she couldn't hear how Yan Mo responded, Concubine Jing sat down again and then backed out.

But after Concubine Jing left, Concubine Wan arrived, and Concubine Li, for a while, Qingxin Xiaozhu was bustling like never before.

But she could only kneel, and the women who passed by Ru Jingfei laughed at her, and Ru Lifei felt pity for her, but I don't know if the pity was sincere or fake.

Always silent, letting people come and go, she just knelt.

It was her fault, obviously Hong Yang had told her, but she made a mistake.

But her heart hurts so much, thinking of Xiyao's little hand, which she can't afford to hold, in this life, will she never have any relatives by her side again?

She thought she was strong and brave.

However, this bluestone floor is nothing compared to the pig cages in the Qijiang River, it is flooded, and now, her knees have started to feel numb pain, the pain is like thousands of ants gnawing Her body, too, made her extremely uncomfortable.

"My lord, Ximo is pregnant, if I kneel down again, I'm afraid..."

"Go back."

Yan Mo drank coldly, completely ignoring Li Fei's persuasion.

Ximo smiled, her child was just a cover, maybe, Yan Mo didn't want her child to be born at all, and involuntarily remembered Xiang Jinchen's words, and made her put her hand on her lower abdomen carefully, Could her child really not be born?
She was pregnant with Yan Mo's child, so she became a strange person in everyone's eyes.

(End of this chapter)