The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Of course, of course!" Mu Family’s Old Master wiped the sweat from his forehead at this time.

He wondered why it felt so hot despite it clearly being the cold winter. The Mu Family needed a daughter-in-law, but not one so headstrong and independent.

The Old Master of the Mu Family seemed very distressed!

"Even if it’s the Commandery Princess, we will help prepare for the eldest son’s wedding matters," he said.

The aunts of Mu Shaoling also chimed in to support.

The Commandery Princess Dongyang was even more satisfied upon seeing this and thought about sending a letter to her father—she had to tell her daddy that she was about to get married.

After Commandery Princess Dongyang left, the Mu Family members began to discuss among themselves, and the Old Master’s face grew incredibly somber.

In the study, the Old Master had intended to talk with Mu Shaoling, but Mu Shaoling had an unwillingness to speak at length.

As always, the Old Master had little recourse with this son—if he was unwilling to talk, there wasn’t much to be done. So, he had no choice but to leave the study.

After he left, Mu Shaofeng made his way in.

Seeing Mu Shaoling leaning gloomily in his chair, Mu Shaofeng couldn’t contain his laughter.

"Is it that funny?" the voice sounded cold.

Mu Shaofeng quickly restrained his amusement, "Not that funny!"

Mu Shaoling snorted coldly and looked down at the imperial marriage decree; nobody knew what he was thinking.

"Are you really going to marry her?" Mu Shaofeng still asked. It seemed his cousin didn’t feel much differently about Commandery Princess Dongyang compared to other noble ladies of the Capital City. If he married her, it would be difficult to achieve marital harmony. Okay, blame Mu Shaofeng for being blunt; he simply thought Mu Shaoling hadn’t thrown out the Commandery Princess like he had with past ladies, only because he was wary of her status.

"Otherwise? Should I disobey the decree?"

The voice was light, carrying a barely detectable anger that stemmed from feeling coerced.

"Right, indeed you can’t defy the decree." Mu Shaofeng nodded his head, then continued, "But it’s indeed pitiable for you, just when you had a bit of a worldly attachment, the person gets married and has a child. You haven’t even had a second worldly attachment, and you’re already being made into a husband, with no chance for those feelings."

He truly felt immense sympathy for his cousin.

But kid, aren’t you foolish? Keeping such thoughts in your mind is one thing, but how could you speak them aloud? Have you forgotten that Mu Shaoling is the type to hold grudges?

As expected, the next second, Mu Shaoling spoke with a cold laugh, "There’s heavy snow in the northeast, a good number of horses at the stables have died. You handle this matter; depart tomorrow."

"..." Mu Shaofeng’s eyes instantly widened; was this retribution?

"Cousin, don’t be like that, let’s talk this over. The New Year is just around the corner," Mu Shaofeng wailed. "Do you really have the heart to send me out in such cold weather? I was wrong, I’ve admitted my mistake, I misspoke."

Mu Shaoling glanced at him coldly, "Or, would you prefer to go to the northwest?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Shaofeng fell silent. If he had to go somewhere, the northeast was better than the northwest. That place bordered the bandits, always filled with dark and noxious air—he definitely didn’t want to go there.

"However, cousin, what do you plan to do about this marriage?"

"After the New Year, I will take a long trip. If I can make it back by May, then the wedding shall proceed; if I can’t..." Mu Shaoling’s implication was clear—if he couldn’t make it back, then whoever wanted to get married could go ahead.

"But if you leave the Capital City like this, I’m afraid the Emperor won’t agree, right?" After all, the imperial edict has been issued, and those who received the edict should stay home and prepare for the wedding.

"The Third Prince’s illness still requires a certain herb."

Mu Shaofeng suddenly realized. So, you’re using the excuse of finding a herb to rightfully escape from the wedding?