Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

Although Sima Lingyun kept apologizing to Mo Xuetong after the incident, claiming that he would not leave her in the lurch but just wanted to scare Sima Heyan. And in order to help Mo Xuetong get over the shock, he even gave Mo Xuetong a hairpin especially. It was the first time Sima Lingyun had given Mo Xuetong a gift since she entered the manor. So she was so excited that she completely took her mind off the fact that how heartless Sima Lingyun had been and believed his words.

Now when Mo Xuetong recalled the past, she realized that she was indeed the stupidest of them all.

Mo Xuetong thought, If Sima Lingyun had really cared about her, he would not have stood to see Sima Heyan held a knife to Mo Xuetong’s throat and refused to make a compromise even at the sight that Mo Xuetong was dragged out desperately in her pregnancy.

Mo Xuetong closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, and she seemed to smell the scent of blood welling up inside. She clenched her fists and said to herself repeatedly that the banquet this time was not that in her last life with Sima Heyan, and that the Duke Zhenguo’s manor had been reduced to ashes. Then, she could calm herself down gradually.

A maidservant led Mo Xuetong into the Empress’s Tianfeng Palace, curtsied respectfully, and said, “My Lady, the Tianfeng Palace is here. I will go to inform for you now.”

When hearing that Feng Yuran entered the palace, Emperor Zongwen sent people to get him to his palace at the gate. But led by the Empress’s maidservant, Mo Xuetong went to Empress’s Tianfeng Palace.

Mo Xuetong smiled and nodded.

The maidservant held her long skirts and was about to ascend the steps when she was knocked by a force, failed to stand steadily, and fell to Mo Xuetong. Fortunately, Mo Ye pulled Mo Xuetong aside swiftly. Then, the maidservant was tilted to Mo Xuetong’s side and fell to the ground heavily.

“I was wondering who it was. Well, it is Consort Xuan. I heard that there was a wild scene in Consort Xuan’s courtyard several days ago. If I had known it, I would have come to have a look that day as well.” Of course, it was Ling Rui’er who had a bitterly sarcastic smile on her face. She looked like a fairy in her gorgeous formal suit. Standing on the high steps with an arrogant look, She immediately mentioned what had happened on Mo Xuetong’s birthday banquet and mocked Mo Xuetong unsparingly.

She was still Consort Chu. Her paternal family was Ding General Manor of powerful background. Furthermore, she was the Empress’ niece and the Empress Dowager’s grandniece. Mo Xuetong could not compare to her by any means. Therefore, the noble ladies around Ling Rui’er stood certainly by her side.

Hearing Ling Rui’er’s sarcasm and looking at Mo Xuetong’s flawlessly beautiful face, no one was not jealous, and they thought Mo Xuetong was so enticing that she was like a seductive fox. And the young ladies around Ling Rui’er looked at Mo Xuetong with disdain, contempt, and ridicule in a hostile manner.

Another pretty lady shook the fan in her hand and said with a feigned innocent smile on her face and obvious provocation in her eyes, “Was Consort Chu talking about what had happened on Consort Xuan’s birthday? I heard that a concubine lost her child. As the incidents about people falling into the water, men intruding into the manor, and a concubine losing the baby emerged one after another, it’s really a mess in the King Xuan’s Manor.”

Mo Xuetong knew her. She was also a daughter of the Ding General Manor, to be exact, a concubine’s daughter named Ling Yu. It seemed that the Ding General Manor had good genes, otherwise, they could not have had a woman as beautiful as Ling Fengyan. And the woman in front looked pretty as well.

However, Mo Xuetong could tell that Ling Yu was as mean as Ling Rui’er at first sight, because Ling Yu defamed Mo Xuetong as a dissolute and ruthless woman by simply using an ambiguous sentence.

“Slap her.” Mo Xuetong said coolly, and her eyes skimmed over Ling Rui’er’s face and fell on the Ling’s Manor’s daughter’s small face. No matter what kind of attitude Ling Rui’er had as she stood in front of Mo Xuetong, or that it was Ling Rui’er’s intentions, or the Empress’ intentions, the words were all the same as slaps on Mo Xuetong’s face.