Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Mo Zili was utterly defeated. To see her just once, he had exhausted all his efforts, bribing the maids at the Mansion of Marquis Jian’an, and the abbot at the Da Guo Temple, even hiding in this Zen room like a thief all morning long. Yet, she responded with such disdain...

After leaving Da Guo Temple, Cheng Cai eagerly stepped forward, about to ask if he had seen the Young Madam, but upon seeing his face full of bad luck, he wisely shut his mouth, opened the carriage curtain, and invited him to get inside.

The horse carriage rattled away from the Da Guo Temple, heading in the direction of Duke Li Guo’s Mansion. Mo Zili sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, his heart stinging as if it were stung by bees, sharp pains assaulting him periodically. Thinking of her resolute face, that hateful expression, her merciless words one after another, filled him with a sense of hopeless entrapment – what could he do to win back her heart?

All along the way, he pondered bitterly. Just as the carriage was about to reach Duke Li Guo’s Mansion, he suddenly opened his eyes, knocked on the carriage wall, and said, "Turn around, go to the Mansion of Marquis Jian’an!"

Sitting on the coachbox, Cheng Cai exclaimed, "Young Master, the Marquis and his wife have already gone to the Hunting Ground, and the Young Madam is still at the Da Guo Temple. What would you do there?"

From within the carriage, Mo Zili’s chilling voice emerged.