Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Her hair was as smooth as silk. Instead of combing it into two buns like the girls who had hair extensions, she had braided a small braid on both sides, and then pulled it behind her back. A ribbon that was the same aqua blue as her dress was tied together, showing a sense of spontaneity as well as freedom in a lazy and natural way! Coupled with her always indifferent expression, it was difficult for people to think that she was only fifteen years old this year.
Perhaps because she heard the voices of Yu Jian and Gong Sangmo talking on the side, Yun Qianyu blinked her eyelashes, which were as long as butterfly wings and slightly upturned and turned to look at the source of the sound, her moist eyes revealing a very silent and unbecoming personality unmatched with her age. It was as if nothing could cause to create a ripple in her indifference!
The two looked at each other. Yun Qianyu nodded to Gong Sangmo, then naturally retracted her gaze and continued to stare at the chessboard.
Still as cold as ever! Gong Sangmo’s eyes flashed, then he glanced at the chess game on the table, smiled at Yu Jian who was waiting eagerly, and said softly: “Let’s finish watching first and then we will talk.”
Watching chess without saying a word epitomized a true gentleman, Yu Jian still understood this, so he nodded obediently.
Gong Sangmo lifted up his robe and sat down on the other side. The attendant immediately came forward and poured him a cup of fragrant scented tea.
The old man was obviously addicted to the chess game and did not notice that there was another person beside him.
Gong Sangmo didn’t say anything to interrupt. He held the tea bowl gracefully with his slender hands, took a sip, and glanced at Yun Qianyu beside him with a vague look.
In such a quiet atmosphere, time passed quickly, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
The old man finally raised his head and sighed: “I lost again! Girl, how did you get such a head?” After saying this, he saw Gong Sangmo sitting beside him drinking tea.
“Sangmo, when did you come?”
The old man didn’t show the slightest hint of depression on his face about losing the chess game. Instead, he asked cheerfully.
“I’ve been here for a while. I saw that the emperor was deeply involved in the chess game, so I didn’t bother him.” Gong Sangmo put down the tea cup and smiled lightly.
Murong Cang glanced at the chess game, “This girl is as cunning as a fox, very powerful. Let’s give it a try with you!”
Then he stroked his beard, glanced at Yun Qianyu, and asked with hidden meaning: “Girl, let’s play again. How about it? I will definitely beat you this time.”
There was no air of being the emperor of a country in his words, instead he was very friendly and casual.
Yun Qianyu raised her head gently, raised her little face as beautiful as a porcelain doll, and looked over the wall to a magnificent villa halfway up the mountain.
“Grandpa, I’m afraid it won’t work today.”
“Why?” Murong Cang asked while stroking his beard.
Before Yun Qianyu could answer, he saw a woman in pink, her skirt flying, floating to Yun Qianyu’s side without her feet touching the ground.
First, she bowed to Murong Cang, Gong Sangmo, and Yu Jian, and then said: “Master, the ceremony for Situ Hanyi to take over as the master of Fengyun Villa has been completed, and he is about to send someone to invite the master to Fengyun Hall.”
Yun Qianyu’s expressionless face finally showed a trace of fluctuation.
“It’s finally over!”
After saying that, she stood up, picked up a water-blue veil from the table, and covered her face, “Chen Xiang, let’s go and see how Situ Hanyi breaks the marriage.”
The corner of the mouth of the woman in pink clothes twitched, Master, you are the one who is going to break your marriage, okay? At this time, can you not be so calm? Shouldn’t it be matched with an expression of heartbreak and death? Why is it like watching other people having fun?
But she also knew in her heart that it might be harder to see a heartbroken little master than to see the sun rising in the west. After serving her master for so many years, she had never seen her master show a second emotion. She didn’t know who had the ability to make his master fall in love? If that person appeared, Chen Xiang would definitely worship him like a god!
Thinking about it in her heart, Chen Xiang’s movements were not slow at all, and she flew to follow her master.
Gong Sangmo blinked his eyes and looked at the slender blue figure who had already flown away. She was as beautiful as a flower fairy and held the teacup tightly in his hand.
“Grandpa, Yu Jian, King Xian, Qianyu is leaving first. Without Qianyu in the next play, Situ Hanyi can’t sing alone.” The person had gone far, but the light voice penetrated the layers of sweet-scented osmanthus, still as clear as if it was said in the ear.
Yu Jian touched his head and looked at his grandfather and Gong Sangmo with a confused expression: “Sister Qianyu is going to break her marriage?”
Gong Sangmo nodded and lowered his eyes.
Murong Cang waved his hands with an indifferent expression and said, “Sorry, how is Situ Hanyi worthy of a woman like your sister Qianyu?”
Upon hearing this, Yu Jian lost his initial calmness and stood up excitedly, then clenching his hands into fists, he touched his chest, and said with a joyful expression: “Great, Grandfather, will this mean that Yu Jian can marry Sister Qianyu when he grows up?”
Before Murong Cang could answer, Gong Sangmo poured a basin of cold water on him, “When a little kid like you grows up, your sister Qianyu will already have a son and a daughter.”
Yu Jian pouted and muttered: “Where is it so suspenseful, isn’t it just a five-year age difference? I won’t despise Sister Qianyu for being older than me.”
“It’s your sister Qianyu who will despise you for being younger!” Gong Sangmo continued to attack.
Yu Jian suddenly shrank, the excitement he had just felt dissipated, and he sat down and fiddled with his teacup in frustration.
Murong Cang looked deeply at Gong Sangmo, who had picked up his teacup and was sipping the tea with a natural expression.
Murong Cang withdrew his eyes and said, “Sangmo, you have been wandering around for three years. When will you return to the capital?”
Even after a while, Gong Sangmo didn’t answer. Murong Cang continued: “I don’t have much time, so I should tell you it’s the last time I can come out.”
Gong Sangmo’s eyes narrowed and he put down his tea cup, “For a hundred years, Xian Wang’s Mansion has only taken action when the Nanlou Kingdom was invaded by foreign countries or someone rebelled, and has never paid attention to the replacement of the royal throne and the inheritance battles.”
“I know, but Yu Jian is still young, and Prince Rui is staring at me eagerly. Once I let go and leave, who can I give Yu Jian to so that I can rest assured?”
Murong Cang looked like he had suffered the vicissitudes of life, after all none of his sons could be saved. Now his only grandson was still so young, and he was powerless. What should he do? He looked at Yu Jian with helplessness and reluctance.
Yu Jian immediately stood up, came to Murong Cang’s side, and pulled his sleeves tightly, his obsidian eyes filled with moisture.
“Grandfather, please don’t leave Yu Jian.”
Murong Cang hugged Murong Yujian distressedly and patted his back comfortingly.
Gong Sangmo looked at the old and young in front of him, pondered for a long time and said, “There is someone who can do the job, it depends on whether he recognizes the emperor or not.”
“Who?” The old face immediately burst out with a look of hope.
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