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Wei Zhuoyuan had already seen Mo Ci and Liu Qingyin standing at the door. When he saw Mo Ci running towards him, he couldn't help but quicken his pace. However, when he saw Liu Qingyin, his brows unconsciously frowned.

To him, Liu Qingyin was a trouble.

Soon, Mo Ci came and stood in front of Wei Zhuoyuan, looking up at him with his little head, and spoke.

"Teacher, I have something to give you."

"Oh?"

Mo Ci's words made Wei Zhuoyuan withdraw his gaze from Liu Qingyin. He stopped and looked at Mo Ci with anticipation.

Mo Ci took out an inkstone from his arms and handed it to him with both hands. A breeze blew by, and Wei Zhuoyuan could smell a faint scent of pine.

This is... Truffle Inkstone!

Wei Zhuoyuan's pupils shrank. Truffle inkstones are extremely difficult to make. Currently, only the royal family has a small amount of truffle inkstones. Mo Ci didn't have this thing before.

Therefore, this should be a reward from the emperor, but I didn't expect Mo Ci to give it to me like this.

Wei Zhuoyuan saw that Mo Ci seemed to know nothing about the value of the inkstone, and was looking at him expectantly, wanting to get his feedback.

"Teacher, do you like it?"

After not getting a response for a long time, Mo Ci had no choice but to ask. Wei Zhuoyuan had taught him wholeheartedly, so Mo Ci naturally had to repay his kindness. After thinking about it, among all the imperial gifts, this one was the most suitable for Wei Zhuoyuan.

"I like it," Wei Zhuoyuan nodded and took the inkstone. Seeing the smile on Mo Ci's lips, he couldn't help but sigh and continued, "Huaiqing, do you know how much this truffle inkstone is worth?"

"Hmm? I don't know," Mo Ci shook his head. Although he didn't know how much this truffle inkstone was worth, he could see clearly that this inkstone was no ordinary item, but...

"Teacher, even if this thing is worth a fortune, it's a gift to you. You can't return it just because of this."

Mo Ci continued, as if he was afraid that Wei Zhuoyuan would return the things to him, and he even took a step back, which made Wei Zhuoyuan laugh out loud in amusement.

"No, since it's given to the teacher by the student, the teacher will keep it well."

"No, teacher, this inkstone is meant to be used. If you put it aside, I might as well give you gold."

Another sentence was uttered, and in return Wei Zhuoyuan snapped his fingers. Mo Ci covered his forehead with his hands, not understanding why Wei Zhuoyuan snapped his forehead, and it was quite painful.

But soon, Mo Ci received the answer. Wei Zhuoyuan took the inkstone and looked at Mo Ci with disapproval.

"You are the only one who has too many crooked ideas. Well, I will make good use of this inkstone. You don't need to worry about it."

"hey-hey."

Mo Ci covered his forehead and laughed out loud, then turned around and walked towards the room with Wei Zhuoyuan. But when he turned around, Mo Ci saw Liu Qingyin again, and the smile on his face froze.

He returned to his stern expression and silently observed Wei Zhuoyuan beside him.

Speaking of which, his teacher, the chief academic officer of the Imperial College, seemed to have not yet married. The chief academic officer was six years older than Zhao Yan and was now 32 years old.

In this world where the average lifespan is only fifty or sixty, that means half of the body is already buried in the ground. This Liu Qingyin seems to be only about fifteen, right?

Mo Ci thought about it and looked at Liu Qingyin again. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. Liu Qingyin could attract so many princes and nobles, and she had never married. Considering her current age, Liu Qingyin should be more than fifteen years old.

Of course, Mo Ci couldn't guess how old Liu Qingyin was exactly, so he simply gave up guessing. He just looked at Wei Zhuoyuan, wanting to know Wei Zhuoyuan's attitude towards Liu Qingyin.

Don’t let it be another Zhao Yan. Wouldn’t that mean he has just escaped from the tiger’s den and fallen into the wolf’s den?

Fortunately, Mo Ci quickly noticed the flash of disgust on Wei Zhuoyuan's face. It seemed that Wei Zhuoyuan did not like Liu Qingyin, but rather felt a little disgusted with her.

Mo Ci withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward. When the two were only two or three steps away from Liu Qingyin, Mo Ci heard Liu Qingyin speak.

"Brother Wei, where have you been? I just came here and didn't see you."

Brother Wei? Mo Ci frowned slightly. When Liu Qingyin had just spoken to him, she had called him "Master Wei". How could she change her address now?

While thinking, Wei Zhuoyuan had already answered, "Miss Liu, please respect yourself. You and I are not related, so it is better to call me Lord Wei."

The rejection was so decisive that Mo Ci nodded secretly and continued to observe. He saw that the expression on Liu Qingyin's face darkened with some dissatisfaction, but she soon smiled again.

"Okay, I'm here to ask on my brother's behalf, are you going to the poetry gathering in three days?"

Poetry gathering? Mo Ci extracted another piece of information and turned to look at Wei Zhuoyuan.

"Liu Yu didn't come himself, so he asked you to ask?"

Wei Zhuoyuan's question seemed more like he didn't believe Liu Qingyin, and Liu Yu was Liu Qingyin's biological brother, and also a very good friend of Wei Zhuoyuan.

It was also because they were good friends that Liu Qingyin saw Wei Zhuoyuan when he visited Liu Yu's house. After that, Liu Qingyin would always find opportunities to talk to him.

Liu Qingyin acted boldly, and Wei Zhuoyuan saw through her thoughts at a glance and rejected her immediately. However, this was of no use to Liu Qingyin, and she continued to pester Wei Zhuoyuan.

It was also because of this that Wei Zhuoyuan frowned as soon as he saw Liu Qingyin, with disgust in his eyes almost undisguised. If it weren't for the relationship between them and Liu Yu, Wei Zhuoyuan would definitely stay away from Liu Qingyin.

"Master Wei, you are prejudiced against me. Forget it, I am just telling you a message. If you don't believe me, go ask my brother yourself."

Liu Qingyin had a look of grievance as if she had been misunderstood, and when she looked at Wei Zhuoyuan, she also had a pitiful look on her face, which made Wei Zhuoyuan frown even deeper.

Mo Ci, who was watching all these scenes, suddenly realized that he finally knew what Liu Qingyin came for. She fell in love with Wei Zhuoyuan!

Mo Ci looked at Wei Zhuoyuan again and felt relieved. Fortunately, Wei Zhuoyuan didn't like Liu Qingyin. He didn't want to have such a weird and disliked master's wife.

Liu Qingyin seemed to be well aware of the principle of retreating in order to advance. She knew that staying here would only make people dislike her, so she immediately said goodbye and left.

After the others left, Wei Zhuoyuan's brows relaxed. He took Mo Ci into the room, took a good look at the homework Mo Ci had completed, and seeing that it was done very well, he praised him.

Perhaps Mo Ci gave him the inkstone today, and he wanted to give something back, so he asked Mo Ci what reward he wanted.

In response, Mo Ci immediately replied, "Teacher, I want to go to the poetry reading with you!"

It’s a poetry gathering, Mo Ci has never seen one before, so naturally he wants to join in the fun.

It sounds like it should be a place where scholars gather, and there should be quite a lot of people going there. As long as Mo Ci follows Wei Zhuoyuan closely, he doesn't have to worry about anything else.

Moreover, even if something happened, Mo Ci was sure that he could avoid it. If the matter got out of hand, he would definitely not be the one to suffer.

In addition, Mo Ci was also quite curious about that Liu Yu. He had been Wei Zhuoyuan's student for several months, but this was the first time he heard this name. It seemed that he had a good relationship with Wei Zhuoyuan.

As for Liu Qingyin, Mo Ci also wanted to get in touch with her more. He always felt that this person was weird and he needed to observe her more.

When Wei Zhuoyuan heard Mo Ci's words, he was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think for a while before nodding.

"can."

This answer made Mo Ci happy, and he immediately asked, "Teacher, I heard that young lady just now say her name is Liu Qingyin. My name also has the character 'Qing' in it. Do you think it's the same character?"

"Ok?"

Wei Zhuoyuan didn't expect Mo Ci to suddenly say something like this. The same word? Liu Qingyin and Zhao Huaiqing?

Wait, Wei Zhuoyuan had never guessed in this direction before, but now after hearing Mo Ci's question, he suddenly discovered something.

Zhao Huaiqing's father is Zhao Yan, and the fact that Zhao Yan once bought all the fireworks in the city just to win the smile of a beautiful woman is known to everyone in Luojing.

And that beauty is Liu Qingyin!

So the name Zhao Huaiqing doesn't mean...

absurd!

After Wei Zhuoyuan figured it out, only these two words flashed through his mind. When he looked at Mo Ci again, the pity in his eyes became even stronger, and his disgust for Liu Qingyin became even deeper.

Seeing the change in Wei Zhuoyuan's attitude towards him, Mo Ci nodded secretly. This was exactly the effect he wanted. Liu Qingyin liked Wei Zhuoyuan. Judging from the brief contact between Mo Ci and her, Liu Qingyin was not someone who would give up easily.

And what touches people most in this world is persistent determination and action.

Even if Wei Zhuoyuan hates Liu Qingyin now, there is no guarantee that he will not be moved in the future.

So what Mo Ci has to do now is to deepen this hatred so that Wei Zhuoyuan will never change his opinion of Liu Qingyin, and will not give Liu Qingyin the opportunity to get what she wants.

As for why Mo Ci chose to target Liu Qingyin, apart from Zhao Yan's reason, Mo Ci believed very much in his sixth sense.

Liu Qingyin, just like Luo Fengdi in the past, made him dislike her very much. He always felt that when he/she was around, he/she had no self.

To this end, Mo Ci naturally had to prepare in advance and minimize all risks.

Ignoring this, Mo Ci and Wei Zhuoyuan continued doing their usual things.

The next day, Mo Ci waited for Zhuang Xinhan and excitedly gave her all the Shu brocade, while saying.

"These fabrics are bright and luxurious in color, perfect for mother."

Zhuang Xinhan was so delighted by these words which were not really a compliment at all that she sighed that Mo Ci was a filial son who loved his mother so much.

Afterwards, Zhuang Xinhan took the Shu brocade back, but did not really use it for herself. Instead, she made a lot of clothes for Mo Ci.

It was not until it was delivered to Mo Ci that Mo Ci realized that she had no use for it at all. Instead, she returned it to her in the form of a ready-made garment.

But at the moment, Mo Ci felt that his things had touched Zhuang Xinhan's heart, and he sighed that his previous life was not lived in vain, as at least he could see through some people's minds.

Zhuang Xinhan returned to Prince Qi's Mansion with a heart full of emotion, and happened to meet Prince Qi Zhao Yan who was about to go out. The two passed each other and paid no attention to each other. However, Zhuang Xinhan intentionally or unintentionally wanted to anger Zhao Yan and spoke loudly.

"Hey, be careful, this is the reward Qing'er received from His Majesty. He didn't keep any for himself, but gave it all to me, his mother."

"Look at how filial he is at such a young age. As a mother, I feel so happy. You guys should be careful and don't ruin Qing'er's kindness to me as a mother."

As she spoke, Zhuang Xinhan's tone would always emphasize certain words. Zhao Yan, who passed by her, inevitably turned his head to take a look when he heard this.

It was obvious at first glance that those Shu brocades came from the imperial palace. And according to Zhuang Xinhan, they were rewards given to Zhao Huaiqing by His Majesty.

Zhao Yan clenched his fists slightly, took a long breath, and turned away as if nothing had happened, not knowing that Zhuang Xinhan was also rolling her eyes at his back.

The two of them were now in a state of disharmony, and they no longer avoided people. Seeing Zhao Yan's back seemed to be filled with some anger, Zhuang Xinhan felt happy and soon began to tell the servants to move the Shu brocades properly.

As for Zhao Yan, he was indeed a little angry, but not because of the Shu brocade that Mo Ci gave to Zhuang Xinhan, but because the emperor ignored him, his father, and gave the reward to Mo Ci.

Coupled with the emperor's criticism of him during the court session, Zhao Yan clearly realized that he was about to become the emperor's abandoned son. How could this be possible?!

Zhao Yan felt angry whenever he thought about being abandoned while Zhao Huaiqing was promoted.

After all, even if others didn't know, didn't he know? Zhao Huaiqing wasn't his offspring at all!

How could a bastard like him be qualified to be the crown prince of Qi? How could he be qualified to receive anything from the royal family?!

As soon as Zhao Yan was angry, he wanted to make trouble for Mo Ci, so he immediately asked someone to check Mo Ci's recent condition. If Mo Ci was bedridden, he would mercifully let him go.

If... ...he would naturally find opportunities to cause Mo Ci endless troubles, and the Prince of Qi would definitely not and could not be Mo Ci!

Mo Ci had no idea of Zhao Yan's thoughts and actions. At this moment, he was changing his clothes under the guidance of Wei Zhuoyuan. According to Wei Zhuoyuan, he was going to attend a poetry meeting tomorrow and needed a suitable set of clothes.

So let’s take a look at clothes first today. Mo Ci has quite a few clothes himself, but because they were all prepared by Zhuang Xinhan, and because he is the prince of Qi, these clothes look particularly luxurious.

Therefore, it is not very suitable for tomorrow's poetry reading.

So Wei Zhuoyuan made the final decision and took Mo Ci to a clothing store not far from the Imperial College and chose a set of low-key and luxurious clothes.

Wei Zhuoyuan also bought clothes of the same style and size as him, saying that they looked like a couple.

Mo Ci didn't care about it and let Wei Zhuoyuan pay. The two of them walked back slowly. However, when they were about to enter the Imperial College, Mo Ci keenly felt that someone was spying on him.

On the surface, Mo Ci continued to walk towards the Imperial College with Wei Zhuoyuan without any expression, but in fact he was leaving a mark on the figure who was lurking around him so that he could come out and look for him later.

Only after the two of them had completely entered the Imperial College were their gazes completely isolated. Mo Ci said goodbye to Wei Zhuoyuan while holding the newly bought clothes and returned to the room naturally.

Under the cover of night, a small figure walked out of the room silently, like a ghost, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mo Ci, whose cultivation has achieved some success, can't really walk in the air yet, but he can still fly for a short period of time by using objects. He went in the direction of the marked aura.

Soon, he noticed that the direction of these marks was the direction of Prince Qi's Palace. Mo Ci hid in the darkness, looking at Prince Qi's Palace with a slightly dark look in his eyes.

The next second, Mo Ci entered Prince Qi's mansion. Since he was already here, it would be a shame for him to come out so late if he didn't beat Zhao Yan up!