The Lucky Farm Girl

Long Xuanmo had long cultivated a demeanor unflappable by events. Upon hearing the Emperor's question, his heart tightened, but his face betrayed no emotion, "Replying to Father Emperor, your son truly wishes to marry Yang Mengchen as his wife. Please grant your son's request!"

"Oh?" the Emperor's lips curled into a smile that was not quite a smile, "Just now, Prince Jing also requested that I grant his marriage to Yang Mengchen. It seems the brothers are united in heart."

"Reporting to Father Emperor, your son heard that Ms. Yang has a quiet and honest nature, which is why I developed affection for her," Prince Jing's handsome face tinted slightly red.

Long Xuanmo glanced sideways at Prince Jing, "Where did Sixth Imperial Brother hear that Ms. Yang is quiet and honest?" His calm and indifferent tone carried no emotion, yet the gaze he fixed on Prince Jing was as unfathomably deep as the ocean.

"I heard it from Sixth Imperial Sister," Prince Jing looked at the Emperor with a sincere and hopeful expression, "Father Emperor, your son has always been engrossed in painting and calligraphy, and Sixth Imperial Sister says Ms. Yang is a farm girl, diligent and simple yet kindly.

She should be able to manage the household affairs well, which aligns perfectly with your son's desires; I hope Father Emperor will grant this."

A farm girl?

The Emperor's brows knit together almost imperceptibly, his handsome face exuding an austere magnificence, a steadfast glint crossing his keen eyes.

Once, during a drunken encounter with a Palace Maid, he unexpectedly sired Lao Liu, and Lao Liu's very existence constantly reminded him of his past mistake. Moreover, Lao Liu's innate stupidity and timidity made him detestable in the Emperor's eyes.

But regardless, Lao Liu was a Prince, and even if he was not favorably inclined, he wouldn't match Lao Liu with a peasant girl for a wife, lest it tarnish the Royal family's dignity.

But as for Momo…

Perhaps it would be better to simply accommodate Lao Liu. It would keep him loyal and far from the throne and dissolve Momo's lingering thoughts.

Noticing what seemed to be softening and scheming in his father's eyes, Long Xuanmo felt alarmed, "Father Emperor, there are many women who are hardworking, simple, and kind; why worry about not finding one to help Sixth Imperial Brother manage household affairs? Your son truly admires Ms. Yang and wishes to marry her. Please fulfill your son's earnest desire!" Having said this, he kowtowed heavily.

"Third Imperial Older Brother is of noble standing, and Father Emperor has always held great expectations for him. How could Third Imperial Older Brother possibly…" Catching the dark, piercing look from Long Xuanmo, Prince Jing quickly shut his mouth, daring not to speak any further.

Long Xuanmo was not willing to let Prince Jing off easily, "Sixth Imperial Brother and I are both Father Emperor's sons, naturally of noble status, and Father Emperor has great hopes for both of us. If Sixth Imperial Brother speaks so, is there discontent in your heart?" He couldn't believe that Prince Jing would dare to compete with him for Ah Jiu; it was unforgivable!

Prince Jing inwardly groaned, wishing he hadn't spoken. Stealing a glance at the Emperor seated above, he saw that the Emperor indeed gave him a cold look, making his back break out in a cold sweat. But speaking further would only darken his position, so it was better to keep silent.

"If Sixth Imperial Brother has any grievances, feel free to speak them. Father Emperor has always been exceedingly indulgent and affectionate towards his children; he will surely not blame Sixth Imperial Brother," Long Xuanmo pressed step by step.

Prince Jing's face went pale upon hearing this, and seeing the Emperor giving him a mocking glance frightened him into repeatedly kowtowing and pleading, "Father Emperor sees clearly, your son cares for Third Imperial Older Brother and misspoke in haste. The affection Father Emperor has for your son is always cherished in my heart; I have never had the slightest bit of discontent."

"Very well, all of you may withdraw," the Emperor said, waving his hand before Long Xuanmo could say anything more.

Without the Emperor's grant of marriage, Long Xuanmo, of course, was not willing to leave, but regrettably, the Emperor had already picked up the memorial from the reading desk to start reviewing, the implication clear. Reluctantly, he had to depart. In truth, according to his previous temperament, he would never give up until he received the imperial marriage decree.

However, after spending years in the company of Ah Jiu, he had gradually become much gentler. Besides, he was facing his Father Emperor. Enough, he would find another way to handle the matter.