Yi Xin as a concubine

The prince's awakening made many people restless. The atmosphere in the whole Shengjing seemed a little weird, with a suppressed yet ostentatious excitement.

This strange atmosphere made the afterglow of the Mid-Autumn Festival even stronger. Teahouses and wine shops were extremely bustling. The business of Taoyuan Tea House was also unprecedentedly good. The elegant rooms on the third floor were packed every day, and those who came in and out were all distinguished people in bright clothes.

In such an atmosphere, it was not easy for the girls of the Xin family to go out to manage the shop. They left all the outside affairs to their second brother Xin Chengzhi, and stayed at home to study the recipes left by Xin Baoer before she left.

The atmosphere in the Xin family was completely different from the festive atmosphere outside. The masters had sad looks on their faces and the servants walked more lightly.

It seemed that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was doomed. Although the masters of the Xin family had foreseen this and had left a way out for their daughter and two children, they could not help but worry when it really happened.

After all, the second daughter has royal blood, but Xiao Ba has not been heard from since he left. How can a weak little girl survive with no one to serve her or protect her?

Another person who was also worried was old man Mo Xuan. When he heard that the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner was cancelled, he was so angry that he almost pulled his beard off.

When the old man saw his grandson and granddaughter looking at him with suspicion, he became even angrier.

Originally, he planned to take the initiative at the night banquet, get the person out directly, and exchange his last bit of influence in Ning Dynasty. After all, the Mo Xuan clan's control over Ning Dynasty is not as strong as before. If it is not used, it would be wasted.

He had rehearsed in his head many times when to enter the palace, what to say to whom, how to negotiate terms with that damn emperor, etc. But when he was told that all his efforts were in vain, he was so angry that he couldn't eat.

"You can't blame me for this, it wasn't me who arranged for that girl to enter the palace, although I did think about it."

The more old man Mo Xuan spoke, the less confident he became, but he couldn't lose his dignity as an elder, so he straightened his bent back.

"No one of you informed the old man about the dog prince's matter. Isn't this just a coincidence?"

"Old man, why are you feeling guilty? My cousin and I are not here to blame you. We just want to see if you have other arrangements or if you have anyone available. Don't wait until the time comes and make your own arrangements while we make other arrangements. It's fine if there is no conflict between the two sides. If there is a conflict, I'm afraid my cousin's wife who was booked will really have to leave."

Mo Xuan Yifan was used to speaking without restraint in front of his relatives. As soon as he finished speaking, a leg suddenly stretched out from his side and kicked him in the butt mercilessly, scaring him so much that he ran away screaming.

"If you're still talking nonsense, go back to your place!"

Chu Xingchen's voice was so cold that even old man Mo Xuan could tell that he was really angry.

"Well, Chen'er, why don't we change a girl? There are no girls in Ning Dynasty who can read and write, but there are always girls in other countries."

Old man Mo Xuan asked tentatively, but as expected, he saw his grandson's face getting darker and darker, and he stopped talking.

"Grandfather, this has nothing to do with whether she can read or not. She is a girl from the Xin family. Uncle Xin is my father's best friend and has helped us a lot over the years. We can't let him down, and..."

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he turned the name around on his tongue twice but finally didn't say it out loud.

"Besides, the girl is the descendant of an old friend. No matter how we look at it, we can't abandon her."

The room fell silent for a moment.

After thinking for a while, old man Mo Xuan finally gave Chu Xingchen a list.

"Chen'er, you have to think it over. It took a lot of effort to place these people there. They were originally reserved for the final blow. If..."

"Grandfather, I know. I will try my best to protect them for the greater good."

Chu Xingchen interrupted the old man and made a half-hearted promise.

The great scholar Mo Xuan knew what was going on. He sighed, but in the end said nothing. He waved his hand tiredly and let the two juniors go.

Looking at the closed door, a trace of pity appeared on old man Mo Xuan's face. He must be blaming him!

It was he who pushed the kid to his current position. At such a young age, without any help, he reached his current position step by step, little by little, where he has both connections and money.

Every step is like stepping on a nail board. The slightest deviation will cost one's life.

"Old Hui, do you think our decision was wrong?"

"Master, I understand, but after all, you are still young, and it is normal to have a bit of temper, so just relax!"

The old servant in gray looked at the sadness on his old master's face and advised him reluctantly.

The old master was a great scholar and a man of great learning. He saw clearly the fall of the previous dynasty and the drawbacks of the rise of the Ning Dynasty. Not to mention that in order to get rid of the shackles of the Mo Xuan clan on the Ning Dynasty over the years, the court valued military over literature, there were no bookstores on the streets, and no students discussing knowledge in the teahouses.

This is still the case in big cities, which are suppressed by various aristocratic families. In more remote towns, you may not even be able to find a book, and all that is taught in school is the wielding of guns and sticks.

And on the border, nine out of ten houses were deserted. Any man who could lift a sword was drafted into the army, and all the fields were requisitioned for military use. The remaining old, young, women and children had no land to farm, and countless people died of disease and starvation.

Emperor Ning had been in power for only a dozen years when the country was in ruins and the family was ruined. Uprisings, bandits, and refugees emerged one after another in various places.

This is no longer a country; it is a purgatory on earth surrounded by troops at the border. Only those people in Shengjing City are still covering their eyes and ears and pretending that everything is peaceful.

This country needs a savior.

The master is a man of great learning. He is proficient in the ways of emperors, the art of political strategy, and the methods of controlling people. Everything he has learned in his life is the ability to serve the country and the people.

But he is old, and the Mo Xuan clan provides talents for governing the world to various countries and does not belong to any country.

For the sake of balance, as the head of the Mo Xuan clan, the master cannot favor any country openly, and can only secretly support the little grandson of the emperor, because he is the only one with the right to do so.

It's not that the master hasn't considered Emperor Ning's sons, but unfortunately none of them is capable of great use, and the master and this broken country can't wait for the next ten years.

Looking at the old master falling into deep thought, the man in gray didn't say anything. The master has always been open-minded and will figure it out.

When the two brothers returned to the study in the mansion, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"Cousin, grandfather..." Mo Xuan Yifan opened his mouth tentatively, but was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Yifan, I understand. Grandfather cares about the world and plans major events that affect the lives of millions of people. But all the people in the world are citizens, so why is Eighth Girl not one?"

"The people of the world have nothing to do with me now, but the Xin family girl is the daughter of my father's friend and a descendant of an old friend of the Chu Dynasty. She is no longer an irrelevant person."

"You are just thinking about the girl, you are just making such a high-sounding statement, ha~"

When Chu Xingchen said this, he thought that he was open-minded and selfless, but after listening to Mo Xuan Yifan's mumbling, he couldn't help feeling guilty for a moment, then he reacted and reprimanded him righteously.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Have you finished reminding the Eighth Miss to pay attention to her appearance?"

"What are you going to do? The Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet has been cancelled. All the candidates have entered the Chuxiu Palace. There are suddenly more than a hundred people in the Chuxiu Palace. It's in chaos right now. And now those nobles have no time to focus on beauties. They are all trying to kill the prince in one go. After all, there is only one chair up there, and one less person fighting for it is a better one."

Mo Xuan Yifan regained his lazy demeanor at this time, and his words were also lazy.

Chu Xingchen frowned after hearing this, and seemed very dissatisfied with the result, so he said: "Do it as soon as possible, it will be easier to do things during the chaos, and those people will be safer."

"Got it. I'll go and give the order later. I won't let anything happen to your eighth girl."

With a glare, Mo Xuan Yifan was so scared that he quickly shut up and ran out, still talking rudely as he ran.

"Just pretend. If you have the ability, wait until the eighth girl is brought out. Don't touch her and continue to be a humble gentleman."

The sound gradually became smaller until it disappeared. Chu Xingchen rubbed his brows helplessly. He really had no idea what to do with this unruly cousin.

"Who is the Eighth Girl? Is she the girl that Achen likes?" A soft female voice sounded from the door, with an imperceptible temptation.

"Yifan is talking nonsense, is there something wrong with my sister-in-law?"

Xiang Qing shook her head and didn't dare to ask any further, just because of the word "sister-in-law" which was neither light nor heavy.