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Chapter 4232: Hospitality

"Ugh, cough cough cough, cough cough!" Long Xiangyun, letting out a long breath, only then realized she could move again.

Her eyes blazing with anger, she complained indignantly, "Brother, she..."

"Quiet." A fleeting hint of impatience crossed Long Hui's eyes.

Seeing Aoye and his group about to press forward and drive them away again, Long Hui directly raised his hand and pulled out a sealed letter. "There's another important matter concerning the joint plan to resist heavenly destiny that requires an audience with His Majesty for discussion."

Mo Lian gently wiped Qiaoqiao's damp, long hair, sitting beside her and speaking in a low voice, "They're meeting Father Emperor tomorrow."

"Mm." Qiao Mu held the round jade pendant in her hand, constantly turning it, a hint of faint fatigue in her eyes.

"Don't think too much," Mo Lian reached out and hugged her, stroking her now dry hair, and kneading her little face. "Tomorrow, Father Emperor will definitely summon us. We can talk about it then, okay?"

A cold smile touched Qiao Mu's lips.

"Qiaoqiao," Mo Lian cupped her small face in his hands, looking at her earnestly, "Don't get angry over others; it's not worth it."

"No matter what their purpose is, we'll meet force with force, come what may. There's always a way to solve it, alright?"

Qiao Mu looked at him with a dejected expression. "Annoying."

Mo Lian couldn't help but chuckle. He picked her up and walked towards the bed.

"Not annoying," he gently pushed her onto the bed, smiling. "Your husband is here for everything."

Qiao Mu's dark eyes looked at him, then at him again. Suddenly, she pulled the blanket over her head. "Sleep!"

The next day, it wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that Qiao Mu slowly opened her eyes, feeling a bit disoriented.

She turned over and sat up, looking expressionlessly at the man sitting by the bed, grinning at her.

"Good morning, Qiaoqiao!"

Where was it morning? It was almost noon, wasn't it?

Mo Lian reached out and hugged her, pinching her limp little arm. "Qiaoqiao, tired?"

Qiao Mu gave him an unamused sidelong glance. Seeing the bright, foxy expression in his eyes, she huffed indignantly.

"Let's eat something before we go."

"Go where?"

"Father is hosting the Dragon clan from Forgetfulness Sea in the Imperial Garden and has summoned us to join them."

"Oh."

"Prince and Princess Zheng are also here," Mo Lian was diligently wiping his wife's face.

Hearing this, Qiao Mu quickly grabbed his hand. "What are they doing here?"

"Mother's body is almost fully recovered. By rights, she should also meet them."

Previously, the Emperor had refused Prince Zheng's requests for an audience twice, citing the Empress's need for recovery. It seemed to have made Prince Zheng anxious.

Qiao Mu shook her head. "Such good days wasted."

She constantly wondered what was going through their heads.

Her mother's personality was very straightforward. If Prince Zheng hadn't been so scheming in front of her, she believed her mother wouldn't have ignored him for so many days.

Although Princess Zheng's appearance was ordinary, she was diligent and good at managing the household.

Remembering how she had angered Princess Zheng on her birthday last time...

To be stuck with such a husband, it must have been eight lifetimes of bad luck.

"Don't mind them," Mo Lian pouted, pulling the little poker-face to eat.

"Eat your fill before we go over."

Who knew if there would be more commotion once they got there?

After all, with Prince Zheng and the Long Hui siblings at the banquet, it hardly seemed like it would be peaceful.

Qiao Mu deeply agreed.

Seeing that her husband had everything arranged, she sat down with him.

When the Emperor's personal eunuch came to invite them, he happened to see the sumptuous meal laid out before the young couple.

He couldn't help but twitch his lips.