Su Qianmo sat before the bronze mirror, scrutinizing her appearance.
She was already stunningly beautiful, with fair skin, a graceful figure, and a pair of bright, clear eyes that added a captivating allure.
"Truly exquisite!"
Su Qianmo touched her cheek, smiling narcissistically.
Suddenly, her gaze fell upon another girl in the mirror.
Though this girl was around her age, she was far more beautiful.
Her features were exquisitely drawn, especially her eyes, which were clear and luminous, like brilliant stars in the sky.
After a moment of observation, a wicked smile curved Su Qianmo's lips.
She stood up, dressed, opened the door, and slowly walked to the window.
"Zhao Wenjun, tell me, how would your own sister feel if she saw all this?"
"Ah!"
A girl shrieked in terror and fell to the ground.
"Zhao Wenjun, are you having a nightmare?"
"No, no, no."
Zhao Wenjun quickly shook her head.
"Oh, so it was a nightmare."
Su Qianmo nodded. "I knew it. With your malicious heart, how could you suddenly change your mind and want me to bow to you?"
"Second Miss is joking."
Zhao Wenjun quickly denied it.
"Second Miss, I did all this for your own good!"
Su Qianmo scoffed. "I think you're just making excuses for yourself. I advise you to give up early, because you can never defeat me!"
"How can I not?"
"I am the daughter of Zhao Wenjie, the sole legitimate descendant of the Zhao family. My father holds office in the imperial court, while you are nothing! Even if I can't marry the Third Prince, someone will still want to marry me." Zhao Wenjun sneered.
"Then try it."
"You..."
Zhao Wenjun glared at Su Qianmo.
"Fine, we'll see!"
Zhao Wenjun spat out the words hatefully and left in a huff.
"Miss, why did you agree to it?" Qiu Yue asked, a hint of confusion in her voice.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If I agree to marry Murong Haoyue, I will receive the Zhao family's support. Then, the wealth of our Su manor will continuously flow into the Zhao family, and then, the Zhao family will be ours."
"But..."
"No buts, Qiu Yue. I trust you. You can definitely help me!" Su Qianmo winked at Qiu Yue with a playful smile.
Qiu Yue stared at Su Qianmo for a while before realizing that Su Qianmo was teasing her.
"Miss..."
Qiu Yue let out a soft gasp, her face flushing red as she ran off.
"Qiu Yue is getting more and more out of line," Su Qianmo chuckled.
She walked all the way out of the Su manor's courtyard and to the front gate.
"Murong Haoyue..."
Standing before the Su manor's gate, she softly called his name.
"I knew you still couldn't let go of me."
"Heh heh, but this time, you're truly going to be disappointed."
"If I, Su Qianmo, say that if you dare to hurt me, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"
Murong Haoyue froze. He seemed to detect a murderous intent in Su Qianmo's words.
"You... What are you going to do?"
"Of course, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"
Su Qianmo sneered. "I can give you two choices: one is to leave here voluntarily, and the other is for me to take action."
"Su Qianmo, you are nothing but a good-for-nothing. Do you think you can do anything to me now?" Murong Haoyue sneered. "However, don't worry, I won't let you off easily. I will definitely make you wish you were dead!"
"Then we'll see!"
Su Qianmo turned and left.
"Su Qianmo, I will never let you go!"
"Hmph!"
Su Qianmo ignored him.
She didn't have the energy to contend with Murong Haoyue right now.
What she needed to do was to improve her cultivation as quickly as possible and restore her spiritual arts.
In this era, combat power was not very strong.
She needed to become stronger!
Su Qianmo returned to the Su family.
Old Master Su and Zhao Wenjun were both at the Su family. Upon seeing Su Qianmo, they looked at her in surprise.
"Mo'er, weren't you at the palace attending the banquet? Why are you here?" Zhao Wenjun asked, puzzled.
"Yes, Mo'er, why are you here?" Old Master Su was also confused.
"There's a palace banquet tonight?" Su Qianmo looked at Zhao Wenjie in confusion. "Don't you know? I thought you did."
Zhao Wenjie shook his head. "I don't know. I didn't receive an invitation, and you know I've been busy with the medical hall lately. I haven't had time to care about any palace banquets."
"Oh..."
Su Qianmo nodded thoughtfully. She turned to Old Master Su and Zhao Wenjun and said, "Father, Mother, I'm tired. I'll go back to my room to rest."
With that, she returned to her boudoir.
"Oh dear, what a strange thing. Why do I feel like Mo'er has been very strange lately?" Old Master Su frowned, muttering to himself.
"Master, have you noticed, Mo'er seems to have changed," Zhao Wenjun said with a frown.
"Changed? Into what?" Old Master Su asked, confused.
"She's become increasingly impolite and lacks decorum."
"How can that be? The Mo'er of the past, though a bit arrogant and overbearing, was still well-mannered and followed the rules."
"I think she's very difficult to deal with now," Zhao Wenjun furrowed her delicate brows.
"Difficult to deal with?" Old Master Su was even more perplexed.
"Do you think... it's because of Murong Haoyue?"
"Murong Haoyue?" Zhao Wenjun was stunned.
"Mm... Murong Haoyue is deeply devoted to Mo'er. Mo'er must not be indifferent to him."
"Master, don't you think there's something wrong between Mo'er and Murong Haoyue? Their behavior is too abnormal."
"Indeed. Murong Haoyue's temperament is such that ordinary women cannot control him, yet he is completely obedient to Mo'er." Zhao Wenjun mused with a frown.
"I think there's definitely something going on between them," Zhao Wenjun said firmly.
"Master, I think we should find an opportunity to investigate them properly." Old Master Su said after a moment of thought.
"How about this? Tomorrow we will visit Yun Lang and ask him to send people to investigate and see what's going on."
The next day.
Zhao Wenjie brought Zhao Wenjun to the Su manor to see Yun Lang.
"Madam Zhao, please come in." Yun Lang smiled. "May I ask what brings Madam Zhao to my humble home?"
Zhao Wenjie bowed slightly. "It's like this, Master hopes that the young general can bestow a marriage. Does the young general agree?"
"Bestow a marriage?" Yun Lang raised an eyebrow. He had thought the Zhao family wanted to win over the imperial family through a marriage alliance, but it seemed that was not the reason.
"What does Master mean?"
"Master means that he hopes His Majesty can arrange a marriage for Mo'er, thereby consolidating Mo'er's status in the Emperor's heart."
"Is that so?" Yun Lang's lips curved with a playful smile.
"Master also said that General Huangfu and the Second Miss Su are a perfect match. If they were to be united, then the two families could better exchange affections and achieve mutual benefit and win-win."