Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1212 - 1218: Xiang Yun Loses Her Temper (5)

Chapter 1212: Chapter 1218: Xiang Yun Loses Her Temper (5)

Although he didn’t know whether he felt guilty or something else towards her, it was undeniable that his feelings for Xiang Yun had indeed changed. At least when he was with her, he felt relaxed and happy; when he couldn’t see her, he would get bored, restless... He missed her!

Missed her!

This thought startled him, his eyes as black as obsidian as he stared blankly at the bed canopy. Why did he have such thoughts? What was happening? Could it be that he had... fallen for her?

No way, he had always favored women who were uniquely graceful and untouched by worldly dust, like Wanqing – proficient and skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting; whereas Xiang Yun was far from being untainted by worldly dust. She wasn’t versed in literature, disregarded minor details, liked to laugh loudly, enjoyed playing pranks, and adored eating messily. Such a woman, he simply couldn’t... like?

Didn’t he like her? Yet, when he was with her he was genuinely happy, much happier than when he recited poetry with Wanqing, and much more at ease. During the time he was injured, he had laughed more than he had in the previous eighteen years combined. She always managed to make him burst out laughing or laugh till he cried. Sometimes, just remembering something she said or did would make him chuckle foolishly for a long while, filled with joy, but was this love?

He had defied ancestral teachings and ethics for Wanqing; how could he possibly fall in love with another woman? Perhaps, the feelings he had for Xiang Yun weren’t love at all, but just a habit formed unknowingly from being around her daily, gradually developing a fondness for her. Yes, that must be it!

Mo Zili told himself this, yet he felt something was off, as if there was something he hadn’t figured out yet, and so he pondered over and over until dawn.

...

Xiang Yun had also been restless all night, getting up to dress before daylight.

Yesterday, Cai Wei had sent Huan Qiu to tell her to visit Muji’s Shen Record Shop today. It was a good reason to leave home, especially when she didn’t want to face him. After dressing up, she stepped out, passing the hall where the man was reading at the table. Hearing her footsteps, Mo Zili closed the book and looked up.

"Up already? Come have breakfast!" he initiated, as if nothing had happened the day before.

Xiang Yun rolled her eyes. He had made her so angry yesterday, and now he was acting as if nothing had happened, inviting her to eat with him. She had initially planned to give him the cold shoulder and not speak to him, but since he had spoken, she couldn’t just ignore him. Otherwise, Grandmother would hear of it and be displeased.

Thus, she replied reluctantly, "I’m not hungry, don’t feel like eating."

Mo Li frowned and asked, "What? Are you still angry about yesterday?"

Xiang Yun clenched her fist, thinking that he was feigning ignorance, but she said, "No, I just don’t have an appetite. You eat."

Saying this, she went with the girls and maids to the front yard to pay respects to Grandmother and Lady Bai.

Standing by, Yingyu hesitantly asked, "Young Master, will you eat now?"

Mo Zili, watching Xiang Yun’s back as she left, said, "Not yet, wait for the Young Madam to come back and we’ll eat together!"

After Xiang Yun had paid her respects at Grandmother’s and Lady Bai’s courtyard, upon returning, she found the round table in the room already laid with two steaming bowls of Japonica rice porridge, four dishes of light small dishes, and four types of dim sum.

"You’re back, time to eat!"

Mo Zili still sat by the table, his expression somewhat unnatural as he spoke.

As Xiang Yun walked toward the inner room, she said, "I already told you I don’t have an appetite and won’t eat. Didn’t you hear me?" She then went into the inner room to change her clothes.