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Mo Weinong frowned, she really didn't like this saying. What did it mean to not live for more than two years? Why were these words so ear-piercing?

She had completely forgotten that she had told Prince Yan in front of everyone that he would not be able to live much longer.

At this moment, in front of Emperor Xuanwu, there was a rare serious look on his face, "Senior Brother, Prince Yan didn't pull me into the water. He, he didn't lie to you, it really was that thing … The two of you are in love. "

Emperor Xuanwu opened his eyes wide, and the finger he was pointing at Mo Weinong started to tremble, "You, when did you two commit adultery?"

"…" Although the emperor is only here with us, at least you shouldn't be so rude when you speak, okay? What was called adultery?

Emperor Xuanwu also realized that he had overreacted and snorted, "How long have you and Prince Yan known each other? "How did you get to the point where you want to get married?"

"We've known each other for about a month now."

"…" Emperor Xuanwu's face turned green, but she still remembered it clearly. Then do you know that Prince Yan has a maximum lifespan of two years? If you were to be married off, you would only be able to live two good years at most. With our bestowal of marriage, when you go to Prince Yan in the future, you won't even be able to remarry. To live up to the name of a Princess Yan and live in loneliness till the end, have you ever thought about this consequence? Two years, but it's passed in the blink of an eye. "

Emperor Xuanwu's expression calmed down, and said to her in a heavy tone, "You are currently my junior sister, so in the future, I will definitely not let you down. When the Great Xuan Country envoys come, we will also give you a reward. Then I will give you a good marriage, and you will enjoy it. Prince Yan is indeed extraordinary, but our State has already calculated that his lifespan is not long, which is very painful for us. "

"It's not like I haven't thought about bestowing him a marriage all these years. It was just that he had always rejected them all because he didn't want to implicate innocent girls. I pity the death of his parents and don't live more than a few years, so I won't force you. Now that I've heard him mention wanting to get married and have children, I am happy to help him. If it was anyone else, I would have agreed without any hesitation. However, I never expected that the person he requested for would be you. "

The Emperor Xuanwu sighed, "Although the title of Princess Yan is good, in the future, you will have to endure decades of loneliness. You are still young and might not understand, but in the future, it will be too late to regret it. "

Mo Weinong was moved. She had never known that the Emperor Xuanwu would treat her with such kindness;

All along, because he was too cold and heartless towards the Eighth Prince, Mo Weinong felt that he was too cold and detached.

But at this moment, she had no choice but to admit that the Emperor Xuanwu was truly good to her.

Mo Weinong pursed her lips, and said after a long while in a low voice, "My thoughts are very clear."

"Have you really thought about it? You mustn't let your emotions get the better of you. " Emperor Xuanwu seemed to want to advise her.

Mo Weinong knew that the Prince Yan would live to be one hundred years old, so she did not mind such advice. Hence, she wore a look of someone who had experienced it before as she smiled, "For matters like relationships, one does not care about the longevity of the world, one only cares about the past."

Emperor Xuanwu was startled. The words he wanted to say more words of persuasion were immediately blocked.

Only care... Was it ever there?

In the past, he also possessed this kind of skill …

His fingers trembled for a moment, before he finally let out a long breath. "Have you really thought this through?"

"Yes."

"Alright, since you two have agreed, then I'll go back and give you two a marriage."

Emperor Xuanwu heaved a sigh of relief, stood up from his chair and walked to the door.

Mo Weinong was startled, you're going back just like that? Not even taking a sip of tea?

Just as he was thinking, a surprised voice came from outside the door, "Sister Mo, Sister Mo, I've completed my homework today. You said you'll cook something delicious for me …"

The voice at the door stopped abruptly when it saw Emperor Xuanwu coming out.

Eighth Prince's originally excited expression suddenly froze, and his joyful expression froze in place.

Emperor Xuanwu also saw him and his forehead slightly twisted. He then looked down and saw the two pieces of paper in his hands.

"Let me see." Emperor Xuanwu stretched out his hand, his tone unconsciously carrying a trace of coldness and majesty.

Eighth Prince pursed his lips and obediently handed the paper over.

Emperor Xuanwu opened his eyes and frowned even more, "You wrote this?"

"Yes."

"Is that all you mean to do? These words, even your tenth brother can't compare to, yet you have the nerve to take credit? "

The corners of Eighth Prince's mouth tensed up, as if he wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped.

As soon as Mo Wuji heard this conversation, his face sank. He stood in front of the eighth prince to protect him, took the Xuan paper from Xuan Wu emperor's hand, and said in an indifferent tone, "Zi Feng has never practiced writing before in the palace, even eating and dressing has become a problem. Naturally, he could not be compared to the other princes who were more expensive than Jin Zunyu. He had no education, guidance from a scholar, or comments from his father. This is the result of Zi Feng's half a month of practice. In my opinion, it is already very impressive.

Everything else in the Emperor Xuanwu was fine, but regarding the matters of the Eighth Prince, it could even be expressed as cold-blooded.

The trace of emotion that rose in Mo Weinong's heart just now was instantly drowned by fury.

Emperor Xuanwu was startled, he could naturally hear the ridicule in her words.

Looking at the neat writing of the words on the paper in Mo Weinong's hand, a strange feeling unconsciously arose in his heart.

Was it only half a month's worth of results?

That really was … Not bad.

Emperor Xuanwu looked up at the stubborn Eighth Prince who didn't explain anything. His heart seemed to be blocked, and he was especially depressed.

He once again snatched the piece of paper from Mo Weinong's hands, folded it a few times and put it into his sleeve, then said solemnly, "We will leave first."

Then, without any explanation, he walked towards the gate.

Mo Weinong and Eighth Prince were both stunned, the two of them looked at each other, and only after a long while did they hear the uncertain voice of the Eighth Prince, "He … You took away my writing? "

"Seems so."

"Why?" Eighth Prince's face was full of confusion and puzzlement. He was clearly reprimanding him a moment ago, and then took away the words he wrote without any explanation?

Mo Weinong coldly snorted, "Who knows, the Emperor is always unpredictable. I am not able to guess what he is thinking. "Whatever, I'll take you to eat."

"Oh." Eighth Prince temporarily ignored Emperor Xuanwu's strange actions, thinking back to yesterday when Mo Weinong mentioned that he wanted to make him something delicious, she could not help but gulp down her saliva.

The two of them held hands and walked towards the small kitchen. However, after walking a few steps, Mo Weinong suddenly stopped.

Wait, what just happened?

Just now, she seemed to have … Agree to marry the Prince Yan?

Heavens, what did she just say? Why is it going this way?