Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1165 - 1170: Don’t Want His Children (6)

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1170: Don’t Want His Children (6)

Xiang Yun, upon hearing this, breathed a sigh of relief as if granted a royal pardon and hurried out.

She no longer had to discuss the matter of children with him. Who would covet a child given in charity?

Ptui!

The two maidens summoned by Xiang Yun to serve were named Nongyu and Yingyu, both born as servants of the household. Nongyu, the sister of Wang Cai, the young master’s trusted little boy servant, was a second-class maidservant in the room. However, because of her brother’s position, she held more esteem than even the first-class senior maidservants. She not only had regular access to the room to serve but could also engage in private conversations with the young master.

For instance, despite being summoned by the Young Madam to serve alongside Yingyu, once the Young Madam left, Nongyu took the tea cup from the young master’s hand and directly told Yingyu, "You may step out; I’ll serve the young master on my own!"

Yingyu, a trouble-free girl, was well aware of Nongyu’s aspirations to climb into his bed. Seeing no objection from the young master, she respectfully curtsied and tactfully departed.

After Yingyu left, Nongyu gently spoke, "Young master, allow me to serve you some tea!"

Mo Zili replied indifferently, "No need, is there anything else?"

Covering her mouth with a handkerchief, Nongyu laughed and said, "The young master is truly prophetic! Just as Miss Du sent a letter over, you figured it out!" With that, she sashayed her hips, placed the tea cup on the table, and, smiling cheerily, pulled a fragrant letter from her bosom and handed it to Mo Zili.

Seeing Nongyu’s flirtatious and vain demeanor,

Mo Zili frowned, his already soured mood from Xiang Yun’s comments turned even more dismal. As he took Miss Du’s perfumed letter, the pleasure he usually felt was absent.

He opened the scented letter with a cold expression, only to find a delicately penned small poem that meticulously captured their initial encounter and Du Wanqing’s love at first sight, her steadfast and unwavering devotion—a declaration that even if she were to be deserted by him in the future, she would harbor no shame.

After reading the poem brimming with tender affection, Mo Zili’s mood did not improve; it became even heavier. The line "a concubine plans to marry" with the word "marry" signified her disinclination to remain merely a concubine. This made him feel extremely troubled.

The Mo Family had a strict rule: unless the official wife was infertile or failed to bear a son, the men of the Mo family were not permitted to take concubines, not even as secondary companions. As a responsible man, he would not violate family rules for his personal desires. As long as Du Wanqing behaved and remained his outer house, he was determined to treat her well, ensuring she lived a life free from worries about food and clothing.

As long as his family clan did not press too hard on him and her, he would continue to be a dutiful descendent of the Mo Family, never acting against the family’s wishes.

His family and she occupied equally important places in his life. Provided the two could coexist peacefully, his life would continue in this manner.

However, from the poem she sent, it seemed she was no longer satisfied with just being a concubine; she aspired to a legitimate position!

He knew she was a woman of high self-esteem, proud as he was, born into the Marquise Mansion and having married the Wuchang Duke as his official wife. Now, she was truly discontent as a hidden concubine.

But national laws are national laws, house rules are house rules. Even if it weren’t for Duke Li Guo’s rule forbidding taking concubines unless necessary, her status as the daughter of guilty officials and a woman of slave registry made it utterly impossible for her to marry him, let alone the fact she had been married before. While he did not despise her for it, both the Old Madame and his mother were sticklers for propriety and would never allow her entrance. He would not defy his grandmother and mother for her sake!

"Young master," Nongyu said delicately, standing by the side of the couch, her voice so tender it could drip water, "shall I prepare some ink for you to reply to Miss Du’s letter?"

Mo Zili gave her a cold glance and said, "No need, you may leave."

With bitten lips and a look of sorrowful longing at Young Master Li, Nongyu twisted her body and curtsied deeply, whispering softly, "Yes."