"Your Majesty, my lady is suffering greatly!" Lady Jiao of Minister Wen's household suddenly burst into loud, wailing sobs.
Although Minister Wen was an unorganized person, he held a leisurely position in the Ministry of Civil Service. As for Jiao, because of his previous merits in leading the relief efforts during the natural disaster by setting up tents and distributing rice soup, he was granted the title of a Lordship Marquisate and styled as a First-Class Imperial Order Lady.
The term "my lady" used by Lady Jiao is appropriate according to the rules.
"Lady Wen of Minister Wen, don't cry. The King will take care of it." Ma Empress even personally went over, supported Jiao, and looked at Mo Yue who was crying and laughing at the same time.
Sometimes, Mo Yue luo has to suspect that her daughter is Ma Empress's adopted daughter, because she tried to soothe Jiao in front of her own face when Jiao is about to hurt Mo Yue luo.
Never mind. I don't want to think about this; it's just too aggravating.
"The King, my lady has heard that the Empress of Grace is beautiful, kind-hearted, obedient, sensible and well-matched with Xian'er. Therefore, I dare to ask for your permission to marry her. Unfortunately, it's not what we expected..." Jiao refused Ma Empress's goodwill and instead fell on her knees, with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Yes, it's not a match," Gu Xingchen said, seemingly indifferent to the size of the commotion, agreeing casually.
"Lady Wen of Minister Wen, I have only just met you for the first day. I haven't had the opportunity to get to know you deeply, and yet there seems to be a mismatch." Mo Yue luo was about to be angry, but she still had to maintain a gentle smile.
This is her habit and her weapon.
"Empress Dowager, you may not know, my sister really isn't just the first day getting to know you. My sister pretended to be an old lady who collects broken things to test you. The result was that you didn't mind at all. My sister even bought a bowl of hot Xia family dumplings with her dirty hands." Finally, Lady An Ping couldn't help but speak up.
Of course, if Empress Grace is as unhelpful as Ma Empress, who cannot be redeemed, Lady Pan would never join in with the conversation to avoid being labeled a meddling woman by Emperor Zhou Yu.
"Your Majesty, this is what my lady meant by 'not up to par.' My lady had originally planned that once Empress Grace of Grace marries into the Wenxin Marquis' household, she could learn women's handicrafts from my lady, take over making clothes for Shi Xian, and also learn flower cultivation with Shi Xian. At least they would have something in common to talk about—be it music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, tea. By then, when she goes out with us, who wouldn't praise her? The Marquis' wife is gentle and elegant. But Empress Grace has secretly learned lightness kung fu and looks so majestic. Perhaps she has already become rebellious and difficult to tame. While sighing and groaning, Lady Jiao arched her eyebrows in a clear show of disapproval towards Mo Yue luo."
"Yue luo, you promised the Empress Dowager that you would never touch lightness kung fu!" Ma Empress suddenly raised her voice, angry beyond measure.
Haha, Jiao was on the verge of bullying Yue luo down, Ma Empress did not help to vent her anger, but instead blamed Yue luo for not being obedient enough.
Mo Yue luo was unwilling to feel sad, yet she had to bite her lip and silently shed tears.
She didn't need to shout for injustice. As long as Emperor Zhou Yu, her father, believed that she was wronged, that would be enough.
"The Empress, it is too late now to accuse Empress Grace." Jiao laughed with a sinister and unnatural tone.
"So, my lady thinks that Empress Grace is so upset about Shi Xian doing something foolish on the night of their wedding that she wants to drag the Gu family into the mud as well. Her heart is despicable. Moreover, if this happened in the countryside, such reckless behavior by Empress Grace would result in being drowned in a pig pen." Jiao continued, feeling increasingly justified, her expression becoming haughty.
"Oh, it seems I can't properly educate my daughter." Zhou Yu suddenly stood up, his expression serious, emitting a sense of authority without anger.
"My lady spoke out of turn and is in deep fright." Jiao hurriedly bowed her head, her body trembling.
