Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1190 - 1196: Young Master Save Me (5)

Chapter 1190: Chapter 1196: Young Master Save Me (5)

Xiang Yun would never admit that her chess skills were poor. She hid the cannon piece behind her back, cleared her throat, and innocently said, "A blatant chariot and a stealthy horse steal the cannon, isn’t that the rule in Chinese chess? Besides, who let you lose track of your pieces? All’s fair in war—they’re talking about people like you who won’t humbly accept a lesson!"

Mo Zili was nonplussed. Could he hit someone?

Having beaten Mo Zili again, Xiang Yun was utterly thrilled. Recently, whether it was solving brain teasers or playing chess with him, she always managed to win. Watching him deflate time after time, Xiang Yun felt so proud she wanted to burst into laughter and thought, "That’ll teach you to be smug, losing to your sister again!"

While she was gloating, suddenly Nongyu’s cries came from outside, "Young Master, help, let go of me, I want to see the Young Master—"

Nanny Xie shouted angrily, "How dare you, Nongyu, to barge into the master’s room! Do you have no regard for your master or the rules?"

Nongyu cried, "Nanny Xie, please let me see the Young Master. Something really bad has happened. If we are too late, even you won’t be able to bear the consequences. I’m begging you..."

Nanny Xie spat at him and scolded, "Pah, pah, pah, what nonsense about something bad happening and being late. Such bad luck. You cheap, sleazy creature, stop spreading rumors here, thinking I don’t know what you’re up to. Get out of here!"

Seeing that Nanny Xie was unyielding, Nongyu became desperate and screamed outside the door, "Young Master, it’s terrible, Miss Du and my brother have been taken to the Duke of the Country’s place. Please go and save them—"

Instantly, the two in the room changed their expressions. Mo Zili paused for a moment and said, "Let her in."

Xiang Yun, stunned, called out, "Let Nongyu in!"

Outside, upon hearing Xiang Yun’s voice and before Nanny Xie could speak, Nongyu rushed in and knelt on the ground, wailing, "Young Master, the Duke of the Country intends to kill my brother, and Miss Du is injured too. I heard her face was scratched up. Please, go check on them. If it’s too late, they might be dead..."

Mo Zili jerked upright, shock evident as he said loudly, "What’s going on? Uh...."

Getting up too quickly and inadvertently pulling at his wound, his face turned pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the severe pain, nearly causing him to collapse.

Seeing his face contort with pain, Xiang Yun quickly supported him and asked anxiously, "What’s wrong? Did you pull at your wound?"

Mo Zili waved his hand, indicating for her not to speak, and leaning on a pillow, shouted at Nongyu on the floor, "Speak, what exactly happened, speak quickly?"

Nongyu cried, "I’m not exactly sure what happened, but it seems today Miss Du went to buy rouge and was bullied. My brother fought with someone to protect her, and they were caught by the prefect of Ying Tianfu, who personally sent them back to the mansion. Now, the Duke of the Country and both the old masters already know that the Young Master has been keeping Miss Du outside. They are furious and intend to kill my brother and Miss Du. Young Master, please go quickly to save them, it might be too late..."

Hearing this, Mo Zili pushed the small low table beside him and yelled, "Quick, rush to the second door and call a few little guys in. Have them prepare the sedan chair to carry me to see my grandfather..."

Once instructed, Nongyu dashed out like a whirlwind.

Xiang Yun watched the man, her anxiety apparent in her expression.

This man, her husband, was furious and anxious for another woman. Originally, she could have left here easily and started a new, carefree life elsewhere. However, experiencing daily life with this man, she realized he wasn’t as cold or selfish as he appeared. In fact, he was fair, learned, upright, and generous!

During their time together, facing her provocations and irrational tantrums, he never stooped to argue with her. Every night, when he needed to relieve himself, he couldn’t bear to wake her and would endure the pain alone.

So, day in and day out, they spent their time together, quarrelling, chatting, tasting tea, or playing chess. Life was simple yet fulfilling and fun.

Over time, she had grown fond of this lifestyle and had begun to enjoy the feeling of being around him. She had almost forgotten that he had another woman outside, immersing herself daily in their joyful intellectual combat.

Now, the other woman had appeared again, awakening her from her dream. Seeing him upset and angry on behalf of the other woman, her heart suddenly ached as if her heart was being squeezed tightly, the pain almost bringing her to tears...

While waiting for the little guys, Mo Zili accidentally noticed Xiang Yun’s distracted pupils, causing his heart to skip a beat.

Throughout his illness, he had seen Xiang Yun as a cheerful, lively, optimistic, and bright fighter. Her eyes always sparkled with vibrant energy, bringing joy and inspiration. But this melancholy and disappointed look didn’t suit her.

Feeling his probing gaze, Xiang Yun turned around and forced a smile, saying, "Don’t worry, they’ll be fine. Let me help you put on your shoes."

After saying this, she got off the bed, first putting on her embroidered shoes and then picking up his pair of black boots and bending down to help him put them on.

The moment she lowered her head, he distinctly saw her eyes misting with water. Mo Zili’s heart clenched, and, on impulse, he said, "Don’t worry, no matter what, no one can replace you."

Xiang Yun barely smiled and asked, "Should I go with you?"

Mo Zili replied, "No need, have your dinner, don’t wait up for me."

As they spoke, the little guys had already brought the sedan chair to the entrance. As a young mistress, it was improper for Xiang Yun to be seen by the little guys. Hearing they had arrived, she quickly hid in the cleansing room.

When it was quiet outside, she walked out of the cleansing room, looking in the direction where the man had disappeared. For the first time, she thought about one thing.

Should she try harder to keep this man, or would it be too much of a pity to give up so easily?