Mo Yi’s words startled Bai Ren. Hearing his beloved express such sincere intentions and willingness to marry regardless of status or background, Bai Ren couldn’t help but feel moved.
However, the key issue was that he wasn’t truly “Bai Ren,” but rather the young master of the Yin Pavilion, with the mission to assassinate the regent.
While the previous owner had managed to conceal his identity well, Bai Ren knew that if he were to become Mo Yi’s spouse, not only Huang Fuxiao but also Madam Mo and the Duke’s household would surely investigate his background. And when that happened, he would undoubtedly be exposed.
It wasn’t the right time for that yet.
Besides, this was their rare honeymoon period, and Bai Ren wanted to cherish it with pleasant memories. Otherwise, he might be caught and forced to work in the Management Bureau, unable to enjoy freedom for a long time.
So, he quickly shook his head at Mo Yi and said, “No, Mo Yi, I think it’s better to postpone this matter. You know, my identity…”
“I don’t care about your identity!” Mo Yi interrupted immediately, squeezing Bai Ren’s hand tightly. His eyes were filled with earnestness as he continued, “I just want to spend the rest of my life with you. I will treat you well!”
Hearing his beloved’s confession, Bai Ren’s heart warmed. He knew his partner would make such a choice.
With a hint of regret, Bai Ren refused again, “I understand your sincerity, Brother Mo Yi, and I feel the same. But it’s too soon for this.”
Someone had just been too eager with their affections earlier. Even though the system had the automatic obscuring function in the host’s mind, 002 could guess what had happened.
However, Bai Ren ignored the sarcastic comment from the 002 in his mind. He had thick skin.
But 002 seemed to be in good spirits. Bai Ren thought he could assign 002 to Zhu Xiuya, the workaholic, as a system when they returned, ensuring non-stop work all year round.
That guy used to scare away more than a dozen systems before, and now he’s still doing tasks alone. Even if it’s a task that requires memory preservation, he can only request a mechanical system to use.
As for Mo Yi, upon hearing the phrase “too soon,” he realized that he had indeed been too hasty. He had only known Miss Bai for a dozen days or so, and now he was asking her to entrust her entire life to him. It was indeed too rash and not serious enough.
Although Mo Yi was very sure of his true feelings, he felt apologetic towards Bai Ren at this moment.
Especially, he realized that the least he should have done was to know Bai Ren’s name. Calling her “Miss Bai” all this time was no different from those blind marriages!
With a look of regret on his face, Mo Yi nodded towards Bai Ren and said, “I’m sorry, I was too impatient. Miss Bai is right. Marriage is a serious matter, and Miss should indeed consider it carefully.
Come to think of it, I still don’t know Miss Bai’s name until now. Saying such words of proposal, I really am…
But please believe me, Miss, I am sincere towards you, unchangeably so!
May I ask, Miss Bai, to forgive me and tell me your name?”
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Thinking back to how the master of the Yin Pavilion and his wife had longed for a daughter and even named their future daughter Bai Su, although they later had a son and changed the name to Bai Ren, the name Bai Su was still heard many times by the original owner and the people around him. Bai Ren simply decided to use it.
“Bai Su.”
Bai Ren said it casually, but Mo Yi’s face lit up with a beautiful smile.
“Bai Su, this name sounds beautiful, very suitable for Miss Bai!”
Mo Yi sincerely praised, or rather, he felt that any name belonging to his beloved would be good.
The two chatted for a while, and although Mo Yi didn’t bring up marriage again, it was obvious they were in a mutual affectionate relationship.
This progress still made Mo Yi happy.
Back in his room at night, he played with the little dog lantern his beloved gave him before finally falling asleep.
The next morning, after breakfast, Mo Yi went to the yamen first thing, truthfully reporting the situation with the group of people he encountered last night.
He also reminded them not to condone anything, even if there was a powerful figure behind them.
In the eyes of others, this naturally meant having the backing of a high-ranking official or even a regent. Within a few days, all those involved were apprehended.
They also found out that the official mentioned was indeed someone from the palace, but obviously not as influential as his godson claimed.
After reporting this, the matter was handed over to the judicial office in the palace, and everyone received the appropriate punishment.
Of course, that was a story for later.
On the way back from the yamen that day, Mo Yi remembered Bai Ren’s reminder and decided to visit his foster mother to inform her about his encounter with the emperor.
As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw Madam Mo walking towards him with a smile on her face, saying, “What? Did you send Jade Ruyi away?”
Mo Yi’s face immediately turned red upon hearing this. “Mother, how did you know?”
“I know everything.” Madam Mo smiled even more happily. “Last night, I saw you took a girl out.”
“I see.”
Mo Yi nodded upon hearing this, not intending to hide anything. He directly confessed that he had fallen in love with a girl named Bai Su, a dancer in the backyard.
After speaking, he looked at his foster mother with some anxiety.
He was worried that she might look down on the identity of his beloved. After all, Madam Mo had shown him kindness and was his most important relative.
But even so, he would never betray the one he loved. He would only work hard to persuade and reconcile, hoping that his foster mother could accept it.
But obviously, Mo Yi had overthinking, because from start to finish, Madam Mo’s expression hadn’t changed. Listening to Mo Yi describe Miss Bai as the most gentle and beautiful woman he had ever seen, she even showed a very interested look.
Madam Mo truly didn’t care about these things. Even though many outsiders might think Bai girl was being sent to the regent, Madam Mo knew in her heart that Huang Fuxiao would only take in useful individuals.
Huang Fuxiao had never taken in any concubines from the servants’ quarters, and besides herself and Madam Cen, the other two women in the backyard with status were also noblewomen.
In essence, Huang Fuxiao wasn’t interested in women. For him, beauties might not even be as attractive as a book.
What he cared about most was power!
“Mother, you don’t object?” Mo Yi couldn’t help but ask.
Madam Mo, upon hearing this, gave him a slap on the shoulder. “When has your mother been such a narrow-minded person? Status, wealth, these external things, do we lack any of them?”
Seeing Mo Yi shaking his head in confusion, Madam Mo continued satisfactorily, “That’s settled then. We lack nothing, so why covet what others have? As long as you can be sure that Bai girl genuinely cares for you, your mother won’t object.
Moreover, you previously mentioned that Bai girl is so beautiful, isn’t she a perfect match for my son?
My son is so outstanding, he should marry the most beautiful woman in the world!”
Of course, privately, Madam Mo still planned to investigate this Bai girl. However, there was no need to tell Mo Yi about this.
At this moment, Mo Yi couldn’t help but feel moved by his foster mother’s words.
He had been wrong to think that his foster mother would care about such superficial matters.
Later, he hurriedly mentioned the incident with the young emperor at the Zhungyuan Pavilion.
Madam Mo didn’t care about the other things, sneaking out of the palace for leisure wasn’t surprising. But hearing about Huang Futian’s ambitious couplets at Zhungyuan Pavilion and his familiarity with the scholar around him, made Madam Mo fall into contemplation.
Although the royal family had been under suppression, after all, a skinny camel was still larger than a horse. Initially, thinking the young emperor was mediocre and now that the court affairs were controlled by Huang Fuxiao, Madam Mo didn’t think much about it.
But if, the mediocrity of the previous emperor was just a facade for Huang Fuxiao…
“Good child, you did right in telling me about this matter. If it’s true, we cannot just sit idly by; we must prepare early,” said Madam Mo solemnly.
Immediately after, Madam Mo’s expression turned serious. She went to the inner chamber and retrieved a box, placing it on the table.
Upon opening it, inside was a piece of ink-colored jade pendant.
Madam Mo handed the jade pendant to Mo Yi, saying, “This jade pendant originally belonged to the Marquis Zhongyong and has been passed down through generations. It is said to be the token that commands the border troops.”
“But Mother, why do you have this jade pendant?” Mo Yi asked, puzzled.
Madam Mo sighed, “Back in the day, the glory of the Marquis Zhongyong mansion was boundless. It’s just a pity that later, due to false accusations of treason, the entire family of loyalists met with a tragic end.
My elder brother and I knew it was a miscarriage of justice, but we were powerless to stop it.
Just before the execution, we managed to visit the old Marquis in prison for one last time. That’s when we learned about the whereabouts of this jade pendant.
And they used all their efforts just to sneak the last bloodline of the mansion, an infant boy, out.”
Hearing Madam Mo’s words, Mo Yi looked at the unfamiliar jade pendant in his hand and had a strange suspicion, but he still couldn’t believe it.
Although many people said Marquis Zhongyong is a traitor, since he was young, his foster mother had quietly told him otherwise and recounted many heroic deeds of the old Marquis.
Swallowing the dryness in his throat, Mo Yi struggled to speak, “Mother, are you suggesting that I…”
Madam Mo nodded slowly, leaving Mo Yi feeling dazed for a moment.
Him, being a descendant of Marquis Zhongyong Mansion!
On this day, Mo Yi stayed with Madam Mo for a long time, leaving only in the evening.
Two days later, Mo Yi left early, saying he had official matters to attend to.
Madam Mo, on the other hand, took a large box of gifts and boarded a carriage to visit her family.
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