Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

"Really?"

Mo Zili’s smile grew even larger, but it was a mocking smile, mocking not only her, but also himself.

"So, you’re saying you’re concerned about me? Hehe, Wu Xiangyun, stop hiding your true feelings behind these grandiose excuses. You despise me, don’t want to see me, so you would rather ask a strange man for help than have me aid you. Wu Xiangyun, you’re really something!"

Xiang Yun exclaimed in shock, "Mo Zili, you’re so despicable, you actually had someone monitor me!"

The man scoffed lightly, "I never would have imagined that I, Mo Zili, would be seen as so contemptible in your eyes. However, I can tell you that I am not as lowly as you think. There’s no need for me to spy on you. The scandalous story of your encounter with that heroic man has already spread widely in the capital. Not just me, but Grandfather and Grandmother know about it too, and by now, I’m sure the Mansion of Marquis Jian’an has heard it as well."

Hearing this, Xiang Yun, still in dismay, asked, "What are you talking about? Some... scandalous... story?"

Mo Zili snorted lightly and said, "You don’t know yet, do you? You and the man who saved you have been turned into various shameful lustful tales by the townspeople, spreading all over the place. Grandfather is so angry he’s fallen ill, and Grandmother is furious too. They have ordered us to hurry back so that everyone can gather and come up with a foolproof plan."

"Nonsense!"

Xiang Yun shouted angrily, "They’re slandering me with blood on their lips. If I truly had a secret affair, I would be hiding it, not parading it on the streets for all to see! Isn’t that just handing them a weapon against me? What are these people who spread and listen to these lies thinking? Have their brains been kicked by a donkey?"