Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 1247 - 1253 Young Master Li Arrives (5)

In this manor, besides the five of them, master and servant, there was also Field Manor’s manager Li Fengying and his wife, Lady Su, as well as a few servant women who did the rough work. Old Madame was afraid that she wouldn’t be used to the food in the manor, so she specifically sent over a cook lady and another servant woman skilled in making dim sum. In addition, she had arranged for four protectors to live in the gatehouse at the entrance to ensure Xiang Yun’s safety.

Therefore, although the manor was small, it wasn’t desolate, at any time one could see people coming and going back and forth.

Since there were men outside, Xiang Yun rarely went out, only walking around in the courtyard. After a while, Cui Ping came to say, "Young Madam, lunch is ready for you. Please go and have it soon!"

Xiang Yun nodded and turned back into the room.

These days, her mood was poor, and consequently her appetite wasn’t very good either. Thus, she opted for a lighter diet, asking the cook lady to steam a fish, stir-fry a dish of bamboo shoots, mix a plate of cold vegetables, and prepare a bowl of lotus and red dates soup to go with a bowl of rice.

While she was eating, suddenly a series of hurried footsteps approached. Before the person had entered, she heard Manager Li’s wife, Lady Su, shouting in the courtyard, "Young Madam, great joy, the Young Master has come to see you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Xiang Yun’s face immediately changed. What was he doing here? Had she not made herself clear before he left – that in this life, she and he would never reconcile, that she would never return to Duke Li Guo’s Mansion? Could it be that her attitude had not been resolute enough, had not made him give up?

Xiang Yun put down her chopsticks. Cui Ping quickly handed her a handkerchief, and Cui Lu passed her a rinse bowl. Xiang Yun rinsed her mouth unhurriedly, just as she was using the handkerchief to wipe her mouth when the door curtain was lifted, and Mo Zili strode in.

His complexion was somewhat pale, likely due to the jolting of the horse carriage on the village road. His brow was also slightly furrowed, but upon seeing Xiang Yun, his tightly locked brows immediately relaxed.

His eyes fixed on her, he walked to her and stopped. Thus, the two of them were on opposite sides of the table, one standing and one sitting, looking at each other, yet neither spoke a word.

Xiang Yun was dressed in an ivory-colored overgarment and a light yellow middle garment, with a white waistband at her waist. On her head she wore a white jade orchid hairpin from Hetian, and a pure white pearl flower pin. On her ears, she wore a pair of pearl earrings. Without any other trinkets, her simple look made her even more delicate and lovely.

People say that beauty must include a hint of propriety. To Mo Zili’s eyes, Xiang Yun’s plain attire was many times more beautiful than those Ladies and misses he had seen adorned with jewels and robed in silk and satin!

Mo Zili was dressed in a dark brown cloud-patterned round-neck gown with an ink-colored studded waist belt; under it, garnet-red trousers, and on his feet, black soft shoes with a thin base. His demeanor was stern and commanding, no different from his usual manner.

Xiang Yun’s gaze drifted from his robe to the garnet-red trousers visible at the hem. She couldn’t help but frown. Everyone in the manor, per her directive to Nanny Xie, was in mourning attire; nobody wore brightly colored clothes. His trousers seemed not only disrespectful to the deceased but also indicated a lack of regret for his own actions.

Thinking this, she withdrew her gaze and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Mo Zili knew that Xiang Yun was still angry with him, and he didn’t expect any warmth from her. Nonetheless, in front of the servants, he hoped to still maintain some dignity. Therefore, he turned to the servant girls and gave them a cold glance, signaling for them to leave.

Cui Wen, Cui Lu, and the others naturally feared Mo Zili — he was always serious and imposing. But ever since they had witnessed the tragic death of Nanny Xie, the servant girls were filled with a melancholic empathy, as if a shared sorrow had befallen them. Unspoken, they turned their fear into defiance, resisting his chilling and frightening gaze together.

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