My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate!-Chapter 173 - 77: That’s Not How You Add Fuel to the Fire_3
Isn’t he a person too?
"Yes, Prince, why did you just arrive now? Were you fascinated by something?"
Mo Zhaozhao crossed her arms and spoke with a sarcastic tone. Hearing her words, Mo Yuanhao was slightly stunned, immediately realizing that they might have seen him staring at Su Qianxue.
Something suddenly flashed in his mind. He instinctively looked at Yun Wanyao, who was between the siblings, and saw the elegantly beautiful girl looking up at him as well.
Mo Yuanhao suddenly felt a dry throat, and a rare trace of nervousness crossed his heart.
"Yao’er, it’s not what you think. I was just finding Su Qianxue a bit strange, and that’s why I got distracted."
"Oh," Yun Wanyao responded indifferently, then smiled sweetly, "Prince, what do you think I’m thinking?"
Mo Yuanhao: "..."
Did his words just betray him?
She hadn’t even said anything, yet he was so eagerly trying to prove his innocence. Probably, the more he explained, the worse it would seem.
"Ha, I believe that Yao’er is always reasonable and will understand me, not arbitrarily speculate and misunderstand me."
Yun Wanyao: "???"
So, if she continues to ask, it means she’s unreasonable and stubborn?
Alright then.
"Zhaozhao, move over and sit here."
Mo Yuanhao lowered his head, looking at Mo Zhaozhao, trying to get her to give up her seat so he could sit next to Yun Wanyao.
Compared to Mo Yuanlin, it was obvious Mo Zhaozhao was the softer target.
But now, even if Mo Zhaozhao was the soft target, she wasn’t letting him have his way.
"This is cousin’s seat. If I move, where will cousin sit when she returns? Prince, since you’re late, you’d better find another seat."
"Zhaozhao, listen."
Mo Yuanhao’s voice deepened, and Mo Zhaozhao snorted, then turned her head to look at Mo Yuanlin, blatantly complaining.
"Elder brother, look, the Prince is threatening me."
Hmph, that big jerk, the Prince, dares to publicly stare at the woman she hates the most for so long, making her very angry, and she doesn’t want to listen to him.
Since he likes looking at that woman so much, he should sit next to her and stare to his heart’s content, so why come over here?
"There are plenty of seats. Second brother, go find another one."
Mo Yuanlin spoke calmly, making it clear that he wouldn’t give up his seat either. Mo Yuanhao sighed and had to sit on Mo Yuanlin’s left side.
The little lovers, so close yet separated by the man in between.
"Elder brother, it’s one thing for Zhaozhao to be childish and unreasonable, but why are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
The elder brother could have given up a seat, but he sat there unmoved, determined not to make room.
Though there is no reason for the Emperor to give up a seat to a vassal, they are blood-related siblings, and today is not a formal occasion. What harm would come if the elder brother gave way a little?
Mo Yuanhao was quite dissatisfied with this.
Mo Yuanlin’s expression unchanged, he said flatly, "I am not making things difficult for you. First come, first served. You came late; having a seat is already advantageous. Why think of getting others to move?"
"Though this Winter Banquet isn’t a significant event, there are so many young gentlemen and ladies watching. How could I give you a seat?"
"If I did, what do you think they would say in private?"
"You and I may be blood siblings, but a ruler is a ruler, and a minister is a minister. The distinction must not be confused."
Mo Yuanhao: "..."
Why blow such a small matter out of proportion?
What could those young gentlemen and ladies say in private? At most, they would talk about how close the brothers are.
But since things have been taken this far, Mo Yuanhao could no longer cling to the matter and had to give up his idea of coaxing Yun Wanyao.
Originally, he wanted to sit with her and then please her, but now it seems he can only wait until the banquet is over or when she leaves halfway through.
Onstage, Lord Sacrificial Officer stroked his beard, speaking passionately, while Jiang Zitang wrote in the center, surrounded by four learned scholars.
The scholars watched as the words filled the paper in front of her, nodding their heads in satisfaction.
From their expressions, it was clear that Jiang Zitang’s poetry today was quite impressive.
Below the stage, Su Qianxue lip curled as she watched the serious writing of the girl, a faint disdain in her eyes.
She wanted to see what masterpiece this first talented woman of Da Wu Country could produce.
But one thing was certain—no matter what exceptional work this talented woman wrote today, the result would be the same: it would end up as her stepping stone.
That title of the first talented woman, she wanted it!!!
