Chapter 1263: Vixen

Gu Mohan let out a low, lonely laugh that was filled with desperation.

“Master!” Yan Dong ran over and knelt down beside Gu Mohan. His eyes were red. “Master, please don’t ever do something like this ever again. Even though Young Madam has left us, you still have Little Master.”

Niuniu.

The son that Mo’er had given him.

Gu Mohan swallowed and shut his eyes slowly. His dark eyes were filled with tears.

Mo’er.

He called her name hoarsely in his heart. She had already decided to leave yesterday, yet still sent him away. The way she was laughing and crying, biting his lip, hugging his waist, that was her final farewell.

But he didn’t understand. Why had she been so cruel?

How could she have been so cruel?

She had been willing to sacrifice her life to save Lu Yeming, yet left not even a word for him. He didn’t understand at all. What was she thinking?

Through all the storms they had weathered together, he had never dared let go of her hand, fearing that she would leave the moment he let go.

Those youthful days were still vividly in his mind. Time had passed too quickly and he was already 35 years old. He was no longer young, he had spent all his youth chasing after her, holding on to her.

He would never have let her go.

But she had left, just like that.

He repeated continuously in his heart, that he should blame her, that he should hate her. Was yesterday just a joke to her? She had left him and her son alone in this world. He would forget her then.

But he knew it was a lie. He was lying to himself.

Hot tears burned in his eyes and his hands balled into fists. He refused to be seen crying.

And not a single tear fell from his eye.

Mo’er.

His Mo’er.

At this moment, his ringtone sounded. Yan Dong looked down and said, “Master, look, Little Master is calling.”

Little Gu Yelin was calling him.

He was currently in a secure training area without any communication equipment. He hadn’t called in over a year and no one had told him that his mother was gone.

Yet now he was calling so coincidentally.

The sorrow of this father and son was overflowing tonight. Tightening his fists, Gu Mohan bit on his fingers as hot tears finally streamed down his face…

…

Things calmed as the days slowly passed, one after another.

Gu Mohan had returned to the Capital and had secluded himself.

Lu Yeming had returned to the Palace to take up the Murong name. This famous and respected youth became the Crown Prince, and his coronation was going to be held the next month.

It was hard to catch a glimpse of this elegant Crown Prince from Country A as he walked towards his goal of becoming Emperor and ruling over the world.

The limousine stopped outside the Palace. Lu Yeming and Murong Jiancheng walked out and stood beside the lake and Murong Jiancheng’s expression was much calmer now. “Ming’er, I’ll be handing Country A over to you from now on.”

Beside him, Lu Yeming was in a black woolen coat. He was still as handsome as ever, the only difference being the bleak coldness in his narrow eyes. Not many people could understand what truly went on behind them.

As he looked at the lake in front of him, arrogance filled his eyes. “Will the Empress by coming for my coronation?”

Murong Jiancheng had walked away the last time he mentioned the Empress. His expression turned ugly as he pinched his thin lips together and said, “I’ve already announced your coronation to the whole world. If she truly still holds you in her heart, she will come.”

Lu Yeming grunted in acknowledgment and didn’t say anything else.

At this moment, a warm voice rang out beside his ear. “My Lord.”

Murong Jiancheng looked back and saw the person. His expression eased as he said, “Wanqing, what are you doing out here?”

Dongfang Wanqing was the previous Holy Lady and was Murong Jiancheng’s childhood friend. She would have been queen if the vixen hadn’t stolen Murong Jiancheng’s love.

Dongfang Wanqing was born exceedingly beautiful. Even at forty, she was extremely graceful in her cheongsam, a timeless Jiangnan beauty.

“Ming’er, this is Aunt Qing.” Murong Jiancheng introduced her to Lu Yeming.

When Lu Yeming glanced sideways at her, only a few words left his mouth. “The queen had no siblings, so how can I have an aunt?”

Dongfang Wanqing had just stopped in front of Lu Yeming and was looking gently at him. Suddenly, she reached out and gave Lu Yeming a sound slap.

Murong Jiancheng froze and protested unhappily, “Ming’er!”

Lu Yeming turned his face slowly to look at Murong Jiancheng and said, “The queen has already left the Palace for 24 years. Holy Lady Dongfang has been by your side for so many years. It’s clear she has deep feelings for you and is extremely understanding. So why haven’t you invited her into your bedroom?”

Faced with such a personal question, Murong Jiancheng lowered his face and didn’t respond.

Murong Jiancheng had been born in the royal family and was a stickler for tradition and etiquette. He had been an extremely handsome and powerful king in his youth. How many women had chased after him during that time?

Time had flown by. To think that his son had already grown so much, and he was already 42, a middle-aged man.

He had no interest at all in the affairs of the bedroom when he was young. Country A had been in turmoil all these years as well, so how could he have had the time to think about all these things? He was already middle-aged now and these things tended to be untold, so he froze up as his son asked him such a blunt question.

“Oh that’s right, I remember now,” Lu Yeming said as he smiled faintly. “You haven’t divorced the Empress up until now. Which means that she’s abandoned you ever since she left 24 years ago.”

As soon as he said that, Murong Jiancheng’s expression turned ugly. Angry and embarrassed, he said, “Murong Yeming, that is enough of your nonsense!”

Lu Yeming said expressionlessly, “Your Majesty, I’ll be taking my leave.”

With that, he turned and left.

Staring at his son’s retreating figure, he thought of how much he had just been embarrassed and was so mad he couldn’t even express his anger.

This boy! He really was his mother’s child. All they did was make him angry!

“Your Majesty, the Crown Prince was just joking. Don’t be too angry,” Dongfang Wanqing said gently as she looked at Murong Jiancheng.

Murong Jiancheng humped coldly. “I’m going to take care of her once she’s captured!”

He threw back his sleeves and stormed out.

Left behind, Dongfang Wanqing stood frozen where she was as she looked at Murong Jiancheng’s retreating back. He was still the same as before. As soon as that vixen was mentioned, he wouldn’t even glance at her direction.

A face floated into Dongfang Wanqing’s mind. That face had been so beautiful and elegant. Her charm really was unforgettable.

…

Jun Xiqing had followed them to the Palace but did not enter. At this moment, Fan Men walked over and handed a letter over to her. “Miss Jun, there’s a letter for you.”

A letter for her?

Who had sent it?

Jun Xiqing’s heart was pounding. Something was wrong.

Ripping open the envelope, she looked at the contents of the letter. Familiar words stared back at her — ‘Qingqing, Elder Sister is being held in the underground prison of the President’s residence by Lei Ze. You have to come quick!’

This was a call for help by her Elder Sister Jun Xiyan!

She had to get back to Country Z right away.