Yi Xin as a concubine

The young master left the Xin family and went straight to a mansion at the foot of the imperial city.

Chu Xingchen stood at the window of the study, looking at the mansion under the moonlight, his eyes dark and unclear, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Who?"

A sense of awe suddenly rose from his gentle, jade-like face, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"I feel relieved that your reaction is still so sharp." His voice was full of cynical ridicule.

"Why are you here?" Chu Xingchen retracted his aura, turned around and looked at the person who came without surprise or joy. He did not feel the joy of meeting someone after a long separation, nor the impatience of being provoked.

"I am your cousin after all. Can't you show me some human expression and welcome your relative who has come from afar to see you?"

Mo Xuan Yifan looked at his cousin with some grievance. He looked as gentle as jade, and seemed to be humble and polite to everyone, but in fact, nothing caught his eyes, let alone his heart.

He was like a spectator living outside of other human beings. All the struggles in the world were just something he did casually while playing around in the world.

At least Mo Xuan Yifan has known him for more than ten years, and he has never felt that he shows much interest in any person or thing.

Sometimes Mo Xuan Yifan felt that if it weren't for the constraints of this identity, his cousin could have gone to Zen to gain enlightenment, and maybe even ascended to heaven one day.

"What's going on?"

Chu Xingchen glanced at him indifferently, as if to say that if he didn't say anything, he could leave.

"Oh, my life is so miserable. I came here from far away, and not only am I not welcomed, I am also despised." Mo Xuan Yifan complained tearfully.

Chu Xingchen rubbed his brows. Cousin Yifan was good in every way. He was knowledgeable, capable, and good-looking, but he just had a big mouth.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to stop him from chattering away for his own amusement, the study door was gently pushed open.

"Achen, why haven't you rested yet?"

The woman's soft voice came in with the sound of the door opening, and then a graceful woman in nightgown and outer robe pushed the door and walked in.

"Sister Qing."

"Xiang Qing." Chu Xingchen glanced at her casually and then shifted his gaze.

"Xiaobao got up to go to the bathroom, and I saw the light was still on, so I came to ask if there was anything you needed. When did Yifan arrive? Has he eaten yet?"

Xiang Qing nodded at the two of them and asked gently.

"I've eaten early. Sister Qing, go and have a rest. I have something to talk to my cousin and then I'll leave." Mo Xuan Yifan greeted her with a smile, and there was absolutely no sign from his expression that he had the intention of leaving.

Xiang Qing's perfect expression collapsed for a moment, but soon returned to normal. She smiled gently and slowly retreated.

"Cousin, thank you for your hard work!" Mo Xuan Yifan suddenly said something inexplicably.

Chu Xingchen also gave him a puzzled look, as if to say, "What are you crazy about?"

Mo Xuan Yifan smiled mysteriously, turned around and sat on the chair, pouring himself a cup of warm tea. After drinking the tea, his whole temperament calmed down, as if the cynical and smiling young man just now was not him.

"Your eighth girl is of quite some importance." He dropped a bombshell as soon as he opened his mouth.

Chu Xingchen frowned and looked at Mo Xuan Yifan with disapproval.

"The old man told me, so what do you think? Is the eighth girl particularly pretty? She must be, otherwise the old man wouldn't like her. He just likes pretty girls."

Sure enough, this guy couldn't be serious for more than a minute, and he returned to his old ways after just two sentences.

"Speak. More. Seriously!"

Chu Xingchen felt that he was on the verge of a rage. He really didn't know why his cousin would talk so much nonsense.

"Okay, okay, I'm so impatient."

"Someone below received a message from the Xin family asking to see you. I happened to be here, so I went there in person. Mr. Xin asked you to save his daughter and said that her daughter could not enter the palace. I thought it was because of her second daughter. After all, one has already fallen into the fire pit, so it is normal not to send another one in. Then I asked casually, but I didn't expect that it would really blow up something. Guess?"

Mo Xuan Yifan talked a lot, and when he looked up, he saw his cousin's face becoming more and more gloomy, and he touched his nose guiltily.

"If you don't want to guess, then don't guess. Why are you scaring people? You're not cute at all. Miss Eight would be scared away by you if she walked in."

Mo Xuan Yifan was satisfied after successfully seeing that his cousin was on the verge of going berserk.

This is what a human being is like!

Satisfied, he did not keep the secret any longer and said, "She is the eldest granddaughter of the late Prime Minister Lin, the daughter of the first son Lin Zhou and the first talented woman Qin Lirou."

Mo Xuan Yifan felt a little unwilling when he didn't see the surprised expression he wanted to see on his cousin's face.

"Oh, you haven't seen those two people, you don't know how stunning they were back then."

"Have you seen it?" Chu Xingchen finally left the window, slowly walked to the desk and sat down, asking casually.

"Of course... of course I haven't seen them, but there are portraits of both of them at home."

Mo Xuan Yifan felt guilty when asked back, and spoke hesitantly.

How could he have ever met those two people? They were of the same generation as his parents. He also heard the elders in his family often talk about Lin Zhou, saying how talented, brilliant, and noble-minded he was.

When mentioning Lin Zhou, one will naturally mention his wife Qin Lirou. The two have been engaged since childhood and have been moving forward together all the way. It seems that it is not an exaggeration to apply all the beautiful words to them.

When you think about the country under the rule of Emperor Ning today, where everyone is good at brandishing guns and sticks, how can there be any talented and elegant figures? Even if there are, they have to be kept secret for fear that the government will find out and bring disaster. The Xin family's library is an example.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot the most important thing. According to Master Xin, Eighth Miss looks 60% like her father. I'm afraid she will be recognized. Then it won't just be Eighth Miss's problem. The Xin family may be uprooted. I don't need to tell you how important the Xin family is. Without their money, they won't have anything to do."

It was rare for him to finish this paragraph seriously, and after finishing it, he added seriously, "A single move can affect the entire body!"

"Bang!" A book flew straight towards him.

"Hey, why are you still hitting people?" Mo Xuan Yifan hurriedly caught the flying book.

Chu Xingchen was so angry. They had been dithering for the entire night. It was something that could be accomplished in just two sentences. You know, the Eighth Girl was supposed to enter the palace tomorrow, and they didn't have much time to make plans.

He gritted his teeth calmly and suppressed the urge to hit someone.

"Follow me." He left a word and stood up and walked out.

"Hey, where are you going? Wait for me!" Mo Xuan Yifan put the book back on the desk. In a blink of an eye, the person's figure was almost out of sight, so he hurriedly followed.

The second entrance is into the small courtyard.

"Is the old man resting?" Chu Xingchen asked softly to the gray-clothed old servant guarding the door.

"I have been asleep for a while. Is there anything I can do for you, young master?" The old servant in gray smiled kindly.

"Old man, your eldest grandson is here, don't hide in the house and keep silent."

The two of them were still talking in low voices, afraid of disturbing the old man's rest. As a result, as soon as Mo Xuan Yifan arrived, he started shouting loudly, so the two of them didn't have to worry about it.

Sure enough, not long after, the powerful voice of old man Mo Xuan was heard from the room.

"Get in here, you little bastard."

"Oh my, you are a great scholar, a master, a great scholar, and it is really beneath your dignity to shout like that at the top of your voice."

Mo Xuan Yifan was not afraid of the old man. When he heard the noise in the room, he immediately pushed the door and walked in. Hui Yi and Chu Xingchen looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and followed him in.

As soon as Chu Xingchen entered the room, he explained in a few words what Mo Xuan Yifan had said to him, leaving no time for the old man and the young man to bicker.

After hearing this, old man Mo Xuan no longer had the mood to joke with his eldest grandson.

"It's okay if she looks 60% like her father. If she looks more like her mother, I'm afraid no one can do anything about it." Old man Mo Xuan said slowly, as if he remembered something.

After that, without waiting for the others to ask, he continued, "The original plan remains unchanged. I'll have someone remind that girl. She'll find a way. I don't believe a woman who has read so many books would be as uncalculated as she appears to be."

"But..." Mo Xuan Yifan became anxious when he heard this. Isn't this nonsense?

"I have my reasons. With Chen'er's status, adding someone to his side must be approved by that person. Otherwise, even if we get them in, there will be endless trouble."

“Grandfather…” Chu Xingchen was about to speak when he was interrupted again.

"She can hide once, but can she hide eight or ten times? With her looks, the Xin family can't protect her, and neither can the small families. Her marriage is destined to be bumpy. If she doesn't plan well, she will only become a plaything for the nobles."

The old man's voice was calm, but the naked humanity in his words shocked the two younger generations and left them speechless.