My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate!-Chapter 277 - 117: Acting Unreasonably and Always Stirring Up Trouble
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Mo Zhaozhao’s expression froze momentarily. After a brief silence, she sighed and a wry smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
"Ah Yao, in this world, most men and women come together because their fortunes align and their temperaments match, and they join hands to spend their lives together."
"As long as he is a responsible husband after marriage and I am a responsible wife, what does it matter whether love is involved or not?"
"What importance does love hold?"
"How many couples are truly together for love? How many can truly share a bond like Duke Ning and his wife, genuinely connected and eternally faithful?"
Hearing this, Yun Wanyao fell silent.
Indeed, most commoners end up in arranged marriages, while the Aristocratic Families rely on their parents to arrange their marriages.
After such arrangements, the bride and groom cultivate their feelings from an early age, and as they reach the appropriate age, they naturally get married.
It’s always been this way; no one thought it was wrong. Even she herself became Mo Yuanhao’s fiancée, treated him as her future husband, simply because of the late Emperor’s decree.
Who truly marries for love?
But she had asked Mo Zhaozhao if she loved Lu Huaixin, and upon reflection, the question seemed laughable.
Despite understanding this matter, Yun Wanyao was reluctant to give up, and with a gentle persuasion, she spoke again.
"Princess, what you say is true, but you are not an ordinary person. With the Emperor’s favor and King Qi’s support, you are the most noble woman in Da Wu Country, entitled to choose. Why settle?"
"Settle? Not really."
Mo Zhaozhao shook her head and gave a soft smile. "Ah Yao, you actually don’t know my standards for choosing a Prince Consort."
"I am rather passive when it comes to emotions. I don’t like pursuing men; I only like those who like me."
"No matter whether Lu Huaixin truly loves me, as long as he shows that he loves me, that’s enough."
"I don’t care about his heart; I only care about his actions. As long as he can make me feel happiness and joy when we are together, that’s enough for me."
"As for sincerity, who can guarantee its true depth?"
"As long as I remain the Emperor’s most cherished Princess, then even if he pretends to love me, he must pretend for a lifetime."
"If one can pretend for a lifetime, what difference does it make from reality?"
Yun Wanyao was deeply shocked, feeling as if her entire view of the world had been vehemently challenged.
She never imagined that Mo Zhaozhao would have such thoughts about choosing a husband.
"I only like those who like me."
"If one can pretend for a lifetime, what difference does it make from reality?"
This thinking seemed incredibly unbelievable, yet she had to admit its logic. Isn’t it a form of clarity?
The only flaw lies in the fact that changes are inevitable in this world.
Give Lu Huaixin a chance to fall for another, and he might dare to harm the Princess.
How could she stand by and watch the Princess jump into the fire?
"Princess, before this, I truly didn’t understand your standards for choosing a husband, but now I do."
"Regarding marriage, although you have thought it through, I still wish for you to reconsider thoroughly."
"I hope that the Princess lives without worries and finds true happiness..."
Mo Zhaozhao nodded earnestly.
"I know you mean well, Ah Yao. I will think it over carefully."
Afternoon.
Yun Wanyao took her leave, and Mo Zhaozhao personally saw her off.
She lifted her skirt as she got into the carriage, and the two waved goodbye. Soon, the carriage slowly drove away.
It wasn’t until the carriage had completely disappeared that Mo Zhaozhao blinked her sore eyes and turned back into the mansion.
She dismissed the maid and sat on the white jade railing beneath the plum tree, frowning as she recalled Yun Wanyao’s words to her.
Was Lu Huaixin truly not as sincere to her as Mr. Xie was to Cousin Ah Tang?
How could one tell?
He clearly showed her kindness and attentiveness, accommodating her every whim.
But Ah Yao would not speak without reason; there must be some grounds for her words.
Suddenly, a faint sound of wind breaking emerged from behind her.
Mo Zhaozhao’s gaze flickered, and just as she was about to turn around to see, she was lifted off the ground.
Her feet left the ground abruptly, and the scenery before her eyes retreated rapidly.
An assassin!!!
In no time, Mo Zhaozhao realized, her eyes wide as she prepared to call for help.
Yet, her voice seemed broken; although her mouth opened wide and she shouted with all her might, no sound came out.
Kidnapped within the residence, yet there was no sign of the guards—her mansion’s guards were becoming increasingly useless.
