My Inner Thought is Exposed! The Villain Family Defy Their Fate!

"What did you discuss with King Qi just now?"

Yun Zheng didn’t pay any heed to his own impertinence, and with a shift in tone, he asked in a low voice.

Upon receiving the news of King Qi’s visit, he first went to Wan’an Garden before coming here.

Hence, he arrived a bit late.

When he arrived, they had already finished their discussion. He only saw Mo Yuanhao storm away from her in anger, not hearing what they specifically talked about.

It seemed that the conversation was not very pleasant.

Indeed, faced with such matters, no conversation could be joyful.

"Nothing much. He said he didn’t agree to annul the engagement. While the imperial decree is yet to be announced, he wanted me to accompany him to the Imperial Palace to ask the Emperor for a new decree. I refused, and he left in anger."

Yun Wanyao puffed her cheeks, summing up the key points in a few words.

After speaking, she suddenly thought of something and looked uneasily at Yun Zheng.

"Father told me to try not to offend him, but it seems I still did."

She was already very careful, but some things can’t be avoided just by being cautious enough.

Yun Zheng gently comforted her, "It’s alright, as long as you didn’t do it intentionally~"

"In everything, Father strives for a good outcome, but he also understands not all matters turn out as ideally envisioned."

"As long as you’ve tried hard, leave the rest to Father, come, let’s eat, your mother and the others are still waiting for us."

Yun Wanyao nodded and rose from the ground.

"Alright."

*

Leaving the Duke Ning Mansion, Mo Yuanhao stood before a tall steed, his expression dark as he looked at the open main gates.

The cold wind rustled as time slowly passed by. Before the grand, imposing vermillion gates, aside from the gate-keeping servant, there was no one else he specifically waited for.

The woman hadn’t chased after him, simply letting him leave in anger. Had she truly decided to let him go~

This thought appeared clearly in his mind, and Mo Yuanhao couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness, his chest feeling painfully congested.

Fine, fine, Yun Wanyao, you’re something else!!!

In the next instant, he lifted his robes, mounted the horse in a fury, and headed straight for the Imperial Palace.

Inside the brightly lit Imperial Study.

Behind the broad imperial desk, Mo Yuanlin was bending over approving the accumulated memorials.

At this time, Eunuch Feng entered from outside the hall, bowing to report softly before him.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, King Qi seeks an audience."

The anticipated request for audience finally came. Mo Yuanlin’s brows subtly moved as he finished skimming the contents of the memorial, quickly marking his approval with a pen.

After verifying no errors, he closed and set it aside, then picked up and opened another one.

"I’m busy, go tell him to wait."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Eunuch Feng left quietly to relay the message.

Outside the hall, the man stood straight at the bottom of the steps, his body tall and imposing, adorned in a luxurious, authoritative dark robe.

The hazy moonlight fell on him, making that familiar face even more handsome and cold than usual, exuding a formidable aura that dared no one to look directly.

Eunuch Feng could not help but feel his heart drum nervously, bowing low with a full smile.

"Prince Qi, His Majesty is busy, and asks you to wait for a while."

"Mm, I understand."

Heh, is he really busy, or is it just a refusal to see him?

Mo Yuanhao pressed his lips together, a swift flash of discontent and displeasure passing through his eyes.

This wait, extended beyond two hours, until three quarters past midnight when Eunuch Feng finally came out of the Imperial Study again, inviting him inside with a broad smile.

Fortunate that his inner strength was profound, otherwise, if it were an ordinary person, they might have frozen to death in this biting cold night.

Mo Yuanhao entered with a sullen face, and just as he stepped into the warm Imperial Study, he heard Mo Yuanlin’s voice full of apology.

"I’m sorry, dear brother, I have accumulated too many memorials lately, some of which are extremely urgent and must be reviewed swiftly. So I was forced to make you wait."

"Unexpectedly, I got so engrossed that I accidentally forgot about you, dear brother. Here, I offer my apology, hoping for your understanding."

"You should know why I came to the palace this time, shouldn’t you, elder brother?"

Mo Yuanhao ignored his apology, speaking with a downcast mood.

Hearing this, Mo Yuanlin chuckled, saying, "Yes, I know. Go ahead, dear brother, what do you want?"

What do I want?

Of course, I want an explanation.

Mo Yuanhao narrowed his eyes, still barely suppressing the anger in his heart, deeply furious.

He squinted, angrily looking at the man seated confidently above.

"Elder Brother, my engagement with Yun Wanyao was personally decreed by our father. I don’t understand why you suddenly issued a decree to annul it?"

"Why wasn’t someone sent to inform me beforehand? What did I do wrong?"

Even though the questioning was right in front, Mo Yuanlin did not feel guilty in the slightest nor was he the least bit angry.

He casually looked at the man below with features quite similar to his own, saying, "Mo Yuanhao, do you remember how this engagement came about?"

How it came about, does it relate to annulling the engagement decree?

Mo Yuanhao squinted, asking, "What do you mean by that, elder brother?"

"Nothing much," Mo Yuanlin chuckled, then continued, "Just wanted to remind you that this engagement was something you knelt and begged for before our father."

"Why did you go to father asking for this engagement? Was it because you genuinely liked Yun Wanyao, or because you heard that father intended to betroth her to me?"

Mo Yuanhao’s pupils shrank abruptly, his fists clenching tightly, his expression extremely unsettled.

"Indeed, it was I who asked for this engagement. I genuinely like Yun Wanyao and sincerely wish to be with her."

"Oh, really?" Mo Yuanlin seemed uninterested in this answer, continuing, "You still haven’t told me, were you aware that father intended to betroth her to me."

"..."

Mo Yuanhao kept his thin lips tightly pressed together, hesitating to speak.

"No response means you admit it. So, you did know back then, didn’t you? Knowing full well that father intended Yun Wanyao to be betrothed to me, yet you still intervened."

Intervene?

Why did elder brother use that word?

A flash of confusion quickly passed through Mo Yuanhao’s eyes.

Seemingly noticing his confusion, Mo Yuanlin lightly chuckled, unabashedly displaying his own sentiments to him.

"Because, I like her, Mo Yuanhao. Don’t you know how happy I was to hear father intended to betroth her to me at that time..."

"I eagerly awaited the imperial decree of marriage, only to find your name on it instead of mine when it finally came. Do you know how much I hated you then?"

Mo Yuanhao: "..."

He said in disbelief, "No matter if elder brother believes it or not, I truly did not know that you liked Yun Wanyao back then."

The young Mo Yuanlin was not the cunning, impassive, inscrutable figure he is now.

Back then, he was sickly, sullen and fierce, always wearing a grim face, never smiling, and quite frightening to look at...