Chapter 163 - A Gentle Trap In The Darkness
Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter
There was a grand feast in the palace and all the maids had their own business. She couldnât be away for too long, or she might get herself in trouble.
Mo Xuetongâs smile was pure and glamorous. It looked like she was chatting with a warm-hearted elder sister. She glanced at the maid. âWhy do you think Iâm Third Miss Mo? Iâm Fourth Miss Mo.â
âYouâre not Third Miss Mo? Itâs impossible. You and First Miss Mo were the only ones who came to Mo Manor. You sat behind First Miss Mo, so you must be Third Miss Mo. Fourth Miss Mo is not here in the palace.â The maid said, realizing too late that she shouldnât have.
âSo the one who was sitting behind my first sister must be me!â Mo Xuetong smiled and it was all clear to her. No wonder Mo Xuemin insisted that she should sit closely in front of her today. Previously, some lady wanted to sit close to Mo Xuemin but was refused because she wanted to sit with her sister, and acted as though they had an intimate relationship. In fact, she just wanted to make it convenient for others to identify Mo Xuetong in order to frame her.
The maid realized something was wrong. She looked at the dim lights that surrounded her and felt scared. She just wanted to lead her to the destination, but Third Miss Mo was too smart to follow her without a reasonable cause. âThird Miss Mo , letâs hurry...â
Before the maid could finish, she fell down on the path. The lantern flew through the air and was caught by a large hand emerging from the shadows.
âYouâre too stupid to escape from a trap, even when you know you are in one.â In the shadows stood Feng Yuran, holding a dim lantern in his hand. There was anger in his eyes, which showed his dissatisfaction towards her.
Not knowing why, Mo Xuetongâs face flushed and she angrily stared at his beautiful eyes and shouted, âItâs none of your business!â
They had not seen each other since... that night. Mo Xuetong wouldnât allow herself to admit how much sheâd enjoyed it, and couldnât help feeling angry when she thought of Feng Yuran at the moment. He just disturbed her emotions and showed up in front of her like nothing had happened .
She didnât know how his wound was doing; he was so busy recently, he hadnât told her about his health, and she was too shy to ask Mo Ye or Mo Feng about it.
Feng Yuran blinked and smiled widely. Mo Ye had already walked away from them and was acting as lookout. âWhatâs wrong? Are you angry? You shouldnât be mad, because I came to help you.â
Seeing his handsome face, Mo Xuetong got even angrier. She turned around and felt very uncomfortable. It was a strange feeling she couldnât describe, and she was just too annoyed to see that face. âI donât need your help.â
Mo Ye was astonished. She used to serve Feng Yuran and knew how unbridled he was. She had never seen any girl being so rude to him!
He shouldnât be angry with her mistress! If he really was angry, what could she do to help? She couldnât stop him from doing what he wanted, and she couldnât fight him, either.
While she was hesitating, Feng Yuran looked at Mo Xuteongâs firm but slim figure in the wind and felt his heart soften. âAlright, Iâll help you. Is that okay?â
Mo Xuetong didnât know why she was so angry. She turned her back on him and said angrily, âI donât need your help. Iâll fix my own problem. Please donât show up like this anymore, or I may misunderstand you.â
She immediately regretted her words, and her face turned red.
But Feng Yuran just smiled. The beautiful bright eyes on his perfect face seemed to be able to read oneâs mind. He held Mo Xuetongâs hand and ignored her unwillingness. He pulled her behind a tree and whispered in her ear, âSomeone is coming!â
The scent of his warm breath made Mo Xuetongâs face flush. She was too shy to say a word. Her whole body was hot, as if she had got a fever. His scent contained light ambergris . She wanted to glare at him, but instead turned away, fixing her attention on what was happening in front of her.
However, Feng Yuran was quite satisfied. He held her tightly, and the smile remained on his face.
Mo Ye also heard someone coming. She quickly grabbed the fallen maid and pulled her to the other side of the path.
Just after they hid, three figures showed up at the end of the road. One of them stood far away to keep watch. The other two slowly walked towards the place where Mo Xuetong hid. There was no lamp, and they saw, under the dim light which came across the shade, that they were Mo Xuemin and Sima Lingyun.
âMinâer , do you really want me to go there?â Sima Lingyun asked, frowning.
He was interested not only in Mo Xuetongâs status but also in her. He didnât care if he was found with Mo Xuetong, but not now when he was suspected because of the poetry incident. If something bad happened again, he would never have a chance to be a duke.
âMaybe we should find another man to go there, then it will be him and Mo Xuetong who will get caught. With the accusation of secret dating in the imperial palace, Mo Xuetong will never get married.â Mo Xuemin was angry that something which should have gone smoothly had been ruined by Sima Heyanâs interruption.
Mo Xuemin had the same concern as him. The accident had already connected them together. If Sima Lingyun did something wrong now, she would also be involved. She just wanted to stay out of trouble and let the incident be forgotten.
Sima Lingyun hesitated, eventually asking, âBut who could we find with so little notice?â
âJust find someone with low status and a bad reputation. Even better, someone who already has plenty of wives and concubines. Thus, even if Mo Xuetong marries him, she would be a second wife, at best. By then, there would probably be rumors that she was a legitimate daughter who doesnât respect herself and has improper relations with others. Mo Xuetong would be very disgraced and may end her own life, which would be for the best.â Mo Xuemin smiled, and her face looked eerie in the moonlight.
Sima Lingyun kept silent for a while and finally asked, âBut wonât this be bad for your reputation, too?â
âSo what? You feel sorry for her? Or you want to play this scene with her and make her marry you? Itâs such a pity that we have planned it like that, but your stupid sister ruined everything. If you get into trouble again, there will be nothing left for you.â Mo Xuetong said, glancing at Sima Lingyun.
Thinking about the position of duke, which he was so close to obtaining, Sima Lingyun decided to that in front of everything else. It was indeed difficult to run into such a beauty, but he didnât have to risk his whole life for her. Besides, Mo Xuetong would be married to a horny, useless man. He could get her back after he had sorted out his career.
A smile emerged on Sima Lingyunâs face. He hurriedly said something to Mo Xuemin and left through the path.
Mo Xiu approached from the darkness and asked nervously, âMiss, is this okay?â
âWhatâs the matter?â Mo Xuemin stared at Mo Xiu viciously and said, âThis time, Mo Xuetong will either die or marry a useless man and she will not even be the main wife. She wonât be able to manage what happens in Mo Manor. Then the Yuâs will have to take over, and my father will forgive the concubine for the sake of me and my younger brother. When Auntie Fang gets the position of the main wife, Iâll be the legitimate daughter and have Mo Xuetong kneel down by my feet to beg for forgiveness.â
She hated Mo Xuetong so much that she would trample her if she had the chance.
A grim smile appeared on Mo Xueminâs lips. âLetâs go and see how my younger sister would seduce a man shamelessly in the imperial palace!â
She wanted Mo Xuetong to feel the same pain she had. In Mo Xueminâs mind, Mo Xuetong deserved to live in the darkness forever.
Seeing Mo Xuemin gently hold Mo Xiuâs hand and walk away, Mo Xuetong came out from behind the tree and frowned. The fact that Mo Xuemin was framing her was expected and unexpected at the same time.
That maid didnât seem normal and must have quite a status in the palace. Mo Xuemin didnât have such influence, but maybe there was someone supporting Mo Xuemin...
Feng Yuran leaned in to ask, âDo you want to go to Qingfang Pavilion to have a look?â
âWhat kind of place is Qingfang Pavilion?â Mo Xuetong was not a bit familiar with the palace. In her last life, she had no connection with the imperial palace and was locked in the dukeâs manor until her death.
âQingfang Pavilion is a good place. Um, itâs quite a great place.â Feng Yuran suddenly smiled, and he was even more attractive in the moonlight. As she looked at him, her heart raced. Reminding herself that she was still mad at him, she turned and ignored him.