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She planted a big kiss on Mo Zichen, then looked up, a radiant smile on her face. “This wife has left her mark; this husband is mine. We’ve performed the marriage rituals, guaranteed authentic. In life he’s my man, in death my ghost. So, Grandmother, you still have your other two precious grandsons if you want.”
“Tsk, who’s your man? Who’s your ghost? Get away!” Mo Zichen reacted fast, his handsome face livid as he made to push Su Biluo away.
Fortunately, Su Biluo had eaten it several times already and was prepared this time. She took a few steps back.
The old dowager was dumbfounded for a moment, then slowly came back to her senses and covered her face with her hands, not sure whether to laugh or cry. She pointed at Su Biluo. “Aiyo, what is this? Su Biluo, it’s really shameless to do things like that in public. Ah, I said it before, she’s a merchant’s daughter. Can’t compare to the stately, elegant young miss of an official family. Su Biluo, you mustn’t do such inappropriate things again. Do you hear?”
Su Biluo came forward at once and stroked the dowager’s back, consoling her. “Grandmother, don’t be angry, don’t be angry. I was only thinking of Cousin. She is a dignified princess. If she married our Zichen she could only be a concubine. Wouldn’t that be wronging her?”
She looked at Mo Ziqian and smiled. “Grandmother, why not let the prince marry Ziqian and become a proper wife. Ziqian has reached the proper age for marriage; he would be a perfect match for the princess, a match made in Heaven. This way we wouldn’t be wronging the princess, while at the same time solving her crisis. What could be better?”
Meng Zixian nodded. “Mm, that makes a lot of sense.”
“What sense, Mother?” Mo Ziqian looked embarrassed. “I’ve always thought of Cousin like a sister. I’m not interested in her that way, how could we marry?”
“Yeah.” Man Yuke lost no time declining. “Grandmother, Auntie, I don’t want to marry Second Cousin, I… the one I love is… Anyway, I’d rather be Big Cousin’s concubine…”
She nuzzled against the old dowager, her charming face red like rosy clouds of morning, looking so shy but with nowhere to hide.
At that moment everyone understood that Man Yuke fancied Mo Zichen.
“Alright, alright, if you like Zichen then Zichen it is. You’re my own granddaughter, as well as a princess. Of course we would never wrong you.” The old dowager caressed Man Yuke’s back as she eyed Su Biluo. “Su Biluo, what you said just now shows you understand the situation. You should voluntarily abdicate and give your position of legal wife to Ke’er. Besides, over the last few months I’ve heard that you were married off unwillingly and every day declared that you wanted to leave. So I will grant you your wish this time. If you really want to leave, I won’t bar you. You can be free!”
“I…” Su Biluo blinked, at a loss for words. Yes, that’s really how it was.
But, admit defeat just like that?
No!
She thought quick and came up with an excuse. “Aiyo, Grandmother, don’t expose your granddaughter-in-law’s flaws. Wasn’t that just because I was newly-arrived and didn’t know anything? Now I’ve come around. Where could I find such a handsome hubby, such benevolent, remarkable elders? From now on, in life I’m a Mo woman, in death a Mo ghost. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Haha, Sister-in-law, have you really changed your mind?” Mo Ziling smiled. “That’s great. Actually, you’ve always treated us so well, I’d hate to see you go. But, what does ‘hubby’ mean?”
“’Hubby’ means husband,” Su Biluo replied with a smile. “Ziling, you’re so nice. Hang out with me in the future and I guarantee you will live well.” Then she lowered her eyes, revealing her embarrassment.
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The Courtyard 