My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 2957

2957 How Can I Not Encounter
Did the Crown Prince imply that continued recklessness might compel him to find a way to replace Mo Xikang as the Zheng Prince?

Mo Xikang snapped back to reality and dashed toward the pill hall.

Su Xihua remained alive, and Mo Xikang was determined to save him. If his parents discovered that Brother Hua had perished at the Imperial Academy, it would undoubtedly devastate them.

The thought of such a scenario sent shivers down Mo Xikang’s spine.

If Brother Hua truly died under these circumstances, the Vassal King’s Estate would be plagued by turmoil.

Leaving aside Mo Xikang’s desperate journey to the pill hall to implore the pill alchemists to save his younger brother, Mo Lian swiftly carried his wife back to the southern chamber of Dong Lin Court. He kicked open the door and settled her onto his lap without any need for explanation, planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

The kiss gradually restored the focus in the young lady’s previously bewildered eyes. Two crimson blushes quickly flushed her petite cheeks, and she finally released her grip slightly to catch her breath.

Wait, when had he returned to the Viscount’s Court?

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao furrowed her brow and raised her petite hand to block the intruding lips. “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it a heavenly law and an earthly principle to kiss one’s own wife?” Mo Lian responded with seriousness, his expression resolute and handsome.

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao glanced at him and huffed. She would never admit that she had nearly suffocated just moments ago.

“Why did you return?” It was entirely his fault for failing to accompany her to rescind her leave, and she was positively irate.

“I’m seeking out a Secret Guard to inquire about something.” Before Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao could even ask, Crown Prince Mo explained everything in meticulous detail, just as though he were pouring water from a bamboo tube.

“The night before our visit to Red Clouds Peak, I arranged for their involvement at the Summer Break Garden.”

“I left behind a fragment of my divine soul and engaged in a late-night battle with Ming Asi. I instructed them to cooperate with me.”

“Indeed, indeed. In the end, he fought with Ming Asi, and as a result, Ming Asi will probably need a few days of rest in bed. You won’t be seeing him for the next few days.”

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao stared at the man before her in astonishment.

“You fought with him?”

“Yes, indeed,” Mo Lian affirmed, her voice tinged with a touch of disdain. “Unfortunately, this matter must remain concealed. Even if I were to prevail over him, I cannot make it public. Otherwise, it would tarnish his reputation, and his honor would be besmirched.”

The young lady blinked and turned her gaze toward her supremely serious spouse. She reached out to touch his face.

She couldn’t bear to dwell on such thoughts at this moment; the mere consideration tugged at her heartstrings.

Mo Lian was caught off guard. She turned and enveloped her tightly in her embrace, her hand gently gliding along her back. “Even the Nine Heavens, the Yellow Springs, and the vast blue sky cannot keep us apart. How can we not meet? It’s inconceivable.”

She clung to his soft body, murmuring softly and laying her head on his shoulder. She fell into a contemplative silence.

“Qiaoqiao, can you promise me something?” Mo Lian reached out to cradle her petite face, her gaze serious and her eyes brimming with intensity.