mtlumby2d Chapter 141 Do you not love me anymore?
Chapter 141 Do you not love me anymore?
"I've been so frightened, and it would be fine if you didn't just comfort me, but you're actually adding insult to injury here. This is really too much!" Lin Wanyue said, rushing over and grabbing Helian Xiu Jin tightly.
"Brother Jin, do you have another woman? Do you not love me anymore?"
If Helian Xiujin had seen Lin Wanyue's tearful face in the past, he would have been heartbroken.
But today, when he looked at Lin Wanyue, all that came to his mind was the figure of Princess Lianhe.
If she were a princess, she would never cry so dignifiedly.
No, it's more than that.
If it was Princess Lianhe, she would never lose to Yi Qianhuan from the very beginning!
"You spend all day worrying about these insignificant things. Don't you have anything else to do?" Helian Xiu Jin said this, and was unwilling to even give Lin Wanyue a glance.
He turned his back to Lin Wanyue and continued unhappily, "If you have nothing to do and must go find Yi Qianhuan to die, then don't let me know about this, and don't drag Zi Yu down with you!"
Lin Wanyue felt deeply heartbroken and almost wanted to tell Helian Xiujin that it was actually Helian Ziyu who asked her to find Yi Qianhuan today!
But, but she didn't dare.
Although she didn't know what Zi Yu's purpose was today, she knew very well that Zi Yu never liked anyone to disobey him.
If I said something I shouldn't have, Zi Yu would definitely be angry with me.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanyue shuddered, but still resigned herself to her fate and lay down.
Although Helian Ziyu did not tell him the purpose of today's action, Ziyu promised her that she would make a splash in the upcoming Zhantian Conference.
By that time, her good son would help raise her status, and she would no longer have to fear Yi Qianhuan.
Lin Wanyue finally convinced herself, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Time flies, seven days later.
In the Qingzhu Courtyard, Yi Qianhuan was sipping tea after breakfast while watching Nanny Gui and Liuli busying themselves with dressing up Yi Mobao.
Seven days had passed and Yi Mobao's body had recovered. Now he was sitting in front of the mirror with a sad face.
Nanny Gui and Liuli seemed not to notice Yi Mobao's unhappy expression, and were still struggling over which crown would be more suitable for Yi Mobao.
Aunt Gui said first: "Why not wear this one with black jade and coral? It suits the young master's temperament!"
Liuli looked dissatisfied: "I don't think it's good. Young Master is more suitable for brighter colors. It's better to wear this gold and pearl inlaid one, which looks magnificent."
"Alright. Then let the young master wear a light golden robe? The young master has always liked black, but these bright colors can actually highlight the young master's complexion."
Seeing Liuli nodding frantically, Yi Mobao couldn't help himself: "I must dress so flamboyantly...ah, no, is it so eye-catching?"
"Young Master, the Zhantian Conference is only held once every five years. This is a big event for the entire Yunzhao Kingdom. You must not underestimate it!" As Nanny Gui said this, she had already started putting the golden crown on Yi Mobao's head.
Liuli also came over holding a robe in her hand: "That's right! Today, all children between the ages of five and eight, whether they are royal relatives, noble ministers, or ordinary people, must go to participate in the Zhantian Conference. At that time, all children will wear the best clothes, we can't lose!"
"I feel like this conference is meaningless, otherwise it wouldn't have taken a full hundred years to select the reincarnation of the national god. And, since all the children are going to participate, why can't Yubao go?" Yi Mobao became even more depressed when this matter was mentioned.
Yi Qianhuan calmly sat aside, drinking tea and watching the show: "Yubao has been too hard to take care of you these days, and accidentally caught a cold. The Zhantian Conference has a rule that any child who is sick is in conflict with the national god and cannot participate in the Zhantian Conference."
"Young lady is right. I remember that Young lady did not attend the Zhan Tian Conference that year because of this reason." Nanny Gui said, looking at Yi Qianhuan with a look of pity in her eyes.
The Zhantian Conference will not only test whether the children are the reincarnations of the national gods, but if the national master or other masters of mysticism are present at the time, they may be able to identify some children with good aptitude and let them practice mysticism.
If the young lady could have participated in the Zhan Tian Conference back then, perhaps the former national teacher would have been able to see that the young lady was gifted, and the young lady would have practiced the mysterious arts earlier, and perhaps she would not have to suffer so much.
But what was past was past, so Aunt Gui had no choice but to swallow her words and put her best effort into dressing up Yi Mobao.
"Young Master, it is precisely because the young lady was unable to attend the Zhantian Conference that year that Young Master Shen cannot attend today, so you must attend on their behalf."
Nanny Gui's words forced Yi Mobao to accept his fate and continue to let them manipulate him.
Fortunately, Nanny Gui and Liuli's work was not in vain. After they dressed up Yi Mobao, Yi Qianhuan felt his eyes brighten when he looked at his own son.
Generally speaking, no matter whether you are a man or a woman, old or young, it is easy to look vulgar if you have too much gold on your body.
But this point is not seen at all on Yi Mobao. He seldom wears such dazzling clothes on weekdays. He is wearing a light gold robe embroidered with silver-white cloud patterns, which makes him look like a fairy walking out of a painting, with an extraordinary and otherworldly temperament.
It's a pity that his expression was very grim, and his droopy little face looked uninterested.
Yi Qianhuan admired him and gave Yi Mobao a thumbs up: "My son is so handsome."
Yi Mobao's mood improved a little.
On the way out of the house, Yi Mobao looked up at Yi Qianhuan and said, "Mother, do you think we can find the reincarnation of the God of Yunzhao this time?"
Yi Qianhuan shook his head: "I don't know either. It is said that the fate of Chinese gods is noble, and ordinary mystics cannot figure out the mystery and make predictions. Over the years, the reincarnation of the national god has never appeared. Only the national master was lucky enough to peek into the secret and concluded that the reincarnation of the national god will definitely come in the next few decades."
"I don't understand why so many children want to become the reincarnation of the national god." Yi Mobao paused and continued, "Once you become the reincarnation of the national god, it means that you will have a lot of responsibilities and constraints, and it will be difficult for you to be free."
"That's true." Yi Qianhuan had just said this when she saw a family of three waiting for her at the gate.
Helian Xiujin and Lin Wanyue were both dressed very luxuriously today. The embroidery on their bodies was made of gold threads, which sparkled brightly under the sun and could almost blind people.
Lin Wanyue's hair was covered with pearls and jade, and Helian Xiujin's waist was hung with jade pendants. When they walked, their voices jingled. They seemed to want to emphasize their own nobility, but because of their vulgar attire, they just looked like two nouveau riche.
Helian Ziyu looked at the two of them with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and silently kept a certain distance from the couple.
Just as he was looking around anxiously, he saw Yi Qianhuan walking slowly towards him with Yi Mobao.