mesbooks Chapter 279 This King Can Read
Chapter 279 This King Can Read
Su Mowan hadn't expected to receive additional information besides confirming her suspicions, and she was a little overwhelmed by it all.
After a long pause, she said, "Why did Qingcheng also come to Yunmo? Doesn't anyone know?"
"Of course, nobody knows."
Su Mobai smiled faintly.
It seemed there was no need to ask Qingcheng why she was also in Yunmo. Su Mowan recalled her first meeting with Qingcheng and asked with concern, "Does Qingcheng know her own identity?"
Su Mobai said, "She doesn't know herself. It's best not to let her know for the time being."
Su Mowan knew that Su Mobai was reminding her not to reveal this in front of Qingcheng, so she nodded and said that she would keep her mouth shut.
"Anything else you want to ask? If not, I'll be going now."
Su Mobai was about to get up as he spoke.
Su Mowan quickly asked, "Did you and Murong Jing make some kind of deal? Otherwise, why would he entrust so many troops to you?"
Upon hearing this, Su Mobai glanced at her and chuckled softly.
"There are certainly transactions, but that's not your concern. Just stay put."
Su Mowan knew he wasn't going to say anything more, so she didn't press him further and got up to see him out of Fenghua Palace.
Looking at Su Mobai's handsome and elegant figure, Su Mowan suddenly asked, "If Murong Jing doesn't make a deal with you, would you choose to marry the princess to gain his support?"
Su Mobai paused, but didn't turn around. He said calmly, with a hint of a smile, "It's not impossible."
After everyone had gone far away, Su Mowan realized that she had forgotten to ask Su Mobai why he had gotten involved between the eldest princess and Song Chuwen.
However, after hearing Su Mobai's answer, Su Mowan seemed to understand a bit.
Perhaps the eldest princess and Su Mobai were originally somewhat destined to be together.
However, after Su Mobai and Murong Jing reached a deal, the eldest princess suddenly said she wanted to choose a consort, and Song Chuwen's attitude towards the eldest princess immediately changed completely.
This must be related to Su Mobai.
Su Mowan shook her head, which was still confused by the relationships involved, and walked back.
When she arrived at the study, she saw Feng Yue standing outside, so Su Mowan went straight in.
Murong Jing was writing something on the table when she entered, and then called out to Feng Yue.
Feng Yue came in, took the thin sheet of white paper, and left.
Murong Jing looked at her, his brows showing a rare hint of weariness.
Have you eaten?
"No." Su Mowan shook her head, a hint of tenderness on her lips that she herself didn't even realize. "You don't either, do you? You seem to have a lot on your plate lately?"
Murong Jing gave a faint "hmm," it was unclear whether he was responding to the fact that he hadn't eaten or that he had a lot of things to do.
Seeing the pile of things scattered haphazardly on his desk, Su Mowan knew that they must be messages from various places. She took two steps closer and said, "No matter how much you have to do, you have to eat first. If it's not extremely urgent, you can deal with it later."
Su Mowan knew that Murong Jing was always very busy, but this was the first time she had seen so clearly how busy he was. In the past, when she came back from outside late at night and saw the lights on in the distance, she knew that Murong Jing was busy until very late.
In the past, Su Mowan would not have felt anything, but things are different now.
To put it bluntly, Murong Jing is currently unable to walk properly, so he can't handle everything. Emperor Mo Yao is too good at assigning tasks.
Su Mowan felt a little resentful. Why didn't the Crown Prince share the burden and instead only made Murong Jing do it?
Thinking this, she looked at Murong Jing again and suddenly felt that he seemed to have lost some weight recently.
His facial features became even more hardened, and there seemed to be a hint of bluish-gray in his eyes.
It's obvious they haven't had much rest.
Before Murong Jing could speak, Su Mowan said to Feng Yue outside, "Go prepare lunch."
Su Mowan originally wanted to go back to Huangfeng Garden, but considering that going back and forth would take up time and would also make it inconvenient for Murong Jing to move around, she decided to have her meal here instead.
Feng Yue was extremely efficient, or rather, the kitchen staff had already prepared the meal and were just waiting for Murong Jing to serve it. A short while later, the meal was placed directly in the study.
The dishes were plentiful, and Su Mowan couldn't resist taking a bite as soon as she saw how appetizing they were. She then praised the chef's excellent skills.
Unexpectedly, Murong Jing suddenly said, "I still prefer the taste of your cooking."
Upon hearing this, Su Mowan couldn't help but think to herself: Is it really that hard to replace the word 'habit' with 'like'?
Regardless, Su Mowan felt that the chef's cooking was indeed of a very high standard, much better than her own, who was not a professional. So she kept adding food to Murong Jing's bowl.
Unfortunately, Murong Jing didn't seem to have a good appetite. He only ate a few bites before saying he was full.
Su Mowan looked at the table full of almost untouched dishes and sighed softly.
"Rich people are indeed capricious. Fine, if you really don't want to eat, then leave it to me."
As she spoke, Su Mowan deliberately put a few bites of food into her bowl, almost as if she was about to pick up the plate and dump it.
Seeing that she seemed determined to devour all the dishes on the table, Murong Jing quickly reached out and stopped her from reaching for her chopsticks again.
"I'm suddenly hungry again."
"Hungry again? If you're hungry, then eat. There's still plenty left, come on, let's continue."
As Su Mowan spoke, she placed her chopsticks into the plate, picked up a large portion of lettuce, and carried it into Murong Jing's bowl.
This time, Murong Jing ate seriously, although he seemed a little reluctant, but his attitude was commendable.
After a while, Su Mowan felt like a nanny taking care of a three-year-old child's meals.
As soon as she stopped eating, Murong Jing seemed about to put down his chopsticks at any moment, so Su Mowan had no choice but to watch Murong Jing eat while taking the opportunity to put food in his bowl.
Feng Yue, standing outside the door, was extremely surprised. His master seemed to be taking an unusually long time to eat this time...
When the meal was finished and the servants were clearing away the bowls and chopsticks, Feng Yue was truly astonished. He looked at the empty plates and then at Su Mowan with admiration.
Unaware of anything amiss, Su Mowan continued to circle around Murong Jing, asking, "Are you tired? If you are, go and rest for a while."
Actually, His Highness the Prince of Qin was a little tired, but the physical fatigue was no match for the fatigue in his stomach, so he reached out and pressed his chest.
"Tell me what you want with me first."
Su Mowan then remembered that she had originally come to find Murong Jing, but she almost forgot about it because of the delay.
"Young Master Yu asked me to ask you what the Empress wanted to do with him when she summoned him back to the capital."
A hint of displeasure flashed in Murong Jing's eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly.
When did he ask you to inquire about this?
Su Mowan felt that what Murong Jing really wanted to ask was 'where', so she told him about Yu Lin going to the painting pavilion to find her.
Murong Jing's expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion. He simply said, "If he goes to the painting pavilion again, tell him to come to me personally."
"I'm afraid that won't work."
Su Mowan glanced at Murong Jing and said, "He said he won't come to the manor or go to the palace, so you should find some time to go see him."
In truth, Su Mowan's real thought was that the Empress had invited the people back, clearly intending to ask for their help, yet she was acting all high and mighty. If it were her, she would have been annoyed long ago.
Murong Jing's attitude was also a bit problematic. He was probably used to being in a high position and would send people to see him at the drop of a hat, making it seem as if Yu Lin was asking him for something.
That's what she thought in her heart, but Su Mowan wouldn't say it out loud; she could only subtly remind or guide him.
Upon hearing her words, Murong Jing frowned, seemingly pondering for a moment, before finally saying, "I will send someone to invite him; you don't need to worry about this."
Su Mowan was eager to stay out of it; she didn't want to get involved in her cousins' affairs in the first place.
Not to mention that something was off about this place, and if she were to say something wrong and mess things up, it would be a terrible mistake.
Seeing Murong Jing press his hand to his chest and frown, Su Mowan's expression hardened. "What's wrong? Did you eat too much?"
"……no."
Murong Jing lowered his hand and said, "If there's nothing else, you can go back and rest."
Seeing that he was clearly not feeling well, yet looked like he was about to start dealing with things, Su Mowan simply walked behind him, leaned over to look at the various documents on the desk, and asked, "May I look at these?"
Murong Jing had no idea what she was planning to do.
"Why not?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Mowan reached over Murong Jing's shoulder and took the top book in her hand.
The characters above are in traditional Chinese characters, slightly cursive. Fortunately, although Su Mowan couldn't write them properly, they weren't too difficult to recognize.
She glanced at it twice, found it wasn't urgent, put it on the left, and reached for the next book.
Murong Jing didn't know what she was trying to do, so he just watched her actions without asking any questions.
Before long, Su Mowan had divided the pile of documents into two parts.
She pointed to the pile on the left and said, "This pile isn't urgent. You can deal with it later. Take care of that pile first, and then go and rest for a while."
Murong Jing's gaze shifted slightly. He casually picked up a book that Su Mowan had placed on his left and glanced at it.
He put down that book, then casually picked up another one that was buried at the bottom. He glanced at it with his phoenix eyes, then raised an eyebrow and looked up at Su Mowan.
Su Mowan smiled frankly when he looked at her, "I've seen this kind of thing many times. I can tell at a glance whether someone is in a hurry or not."
The time she just spent was almost entirely on recognizing characters.
Thinking of this, before Murong Jing could speak, Su Mowan lowered her head and said, "How about I teach you to write my name?"
Murong Jing frowned slightly: "This king can read."
Su Mowan walked around to his left, picked up the still-damp wolf-hair brush, dipped it in the inkstone, and took a piece of white paper to write on.
It was written in simplified Chinese characters for "Su" in regular script.
With the last drop of paper, Su Mowan put down the wolf-hair brush in her hand and pushed the paper in front of Murong Jing.
"This is what I meant by 'If Guangcao doesn't do it, it's not Su.'"
Murong Jing glanced at the words on the paper and said carefully, "I have never seen these words before."
The implication was that he suspected she was deceiving him.
Su Mowan picked up the paper and shook it a little, glancing sideways at Murong Jing, and said, "That's why I'm teaching you. From now on, write like this, only I can understand it. Come on, write it once, to prepare for the unfinished embroidery."
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