62: On their wedding day, blood splattered everywhere.

"Who is Su Yan?"

When Mo Yingqi heard Luo Yongan mention that name, his first reaction was confusion. After thinking for a while, he remembered: "Oh, you mean her? That... wasn't she scared away by you all, so much so that she didn't dare stay in the Northern Frontier and just ran off?"

"Exactly! Now that you're getting married, we have to ask if our Yingqi still remembers her, or still has feelings for her, right?"

"Sister Yongan... can you get off me before saying that? I really have no strength left!"

"Huh? No way, little Yingqi still has plenty of strength, doesn't he?"

"Where do I have plenty of strength?"

"Not you, but little~~ Yingqi, oh?"

"...Sister Yongan, Sister Yongning, I'm really tired!"

After a futile struggle, Mo Yingqi finally got a chance to catch his breath. Luo Yongan and Luo Yongning, ignoring their own sweaty bodies, meticulously wiped Mo Yingqi's face and forehead with towels.

"Why did you suddenly bring her up? I almost forgot there was such a person in this world," Mo Yingqi asked curiously. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly remembered her. If Yingqi doesn't remember, then just keep not remembering her," Luo Yongan said with a smile. "Alright, Yingqi, be good. You've been busy all day, so get some rest early. Tomorrow, we'll have Eunuchs from the Grand Palace come to inform you about the wedding etiquette."

Compared to usual, this was indeed... not much trouble for him.

"Oh, right, Yingqi, Granduncle specially sent someone eight hundred li to deliver this. Consider it your wedding gift," Luo Yongning handed a brocade box to Mo Yingqi. "The matter you couldn't accomplish when you went to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region, Granduncle helped you achieve it, you know?"

Mo Yingqi didn't understand at first, until he opened the brocade box and saw the letter of disownment. Mo Yingqi couldn't help but smile. When he returned to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region, killing Zhang Jiawen was the main objective. If he couldn't kill him, Mo Yingqi still wanted to draw a clear line and sever ties with the Zhang family.

To be honest, does this thing really have any practical significance? That depends on how this letter of disownment came about. Otherwise, for major crimes that implicate family members, using this to directly disown and protect children would certainly be impossible.

But the one in Mo Yingqi's hand, personally written by The Emperor, stamped with the Imperial Seal, and even personally delivered by Shen Xian to Zhang Jiawen for his signature and fingerprint, was completely different.

"Thank you, Sister Yongan, Sister Yongning." Mo Yingqi let out a long breath. "When I proposed to sever ties with his family, Zhang Jiawen refused no matter what..."

Mo Yingqi absolutely didn't believe such nonsense about father-son affection. It was just that his cheap half-brother was in poor health and looked like he wouldn't live past thirty.

To say Zhang Jiawen cared much about his eldest son was also nonsense. To put it plainly, this person was Grand Chancellor Zhou's maternal grandson, nothing more. He knew his relationship with Mo Yingqi was bad, but everyone wants to leave themselves a way out.

Even if he committed a crime later and his family was implicated, as long as Mo Yingqi was still considered a member of the Zhang family, he wouldn't be able to escape. However, Zhang Jiawen didn't expect Mo Yingqi to actually try to kill him, or even join the Pacification Bureau, and now with The Emperor personally backing him, his so-called last resort was finally completely cut off.

"Whatever makes you happy, my sister and I will do it, okay?" Luo Yongning cupped Mo Yingqi's face with both hands, her eyes filled with love and tenderness. "Alright, Yingqi, I'll light some incense for you later, and you get a good sleep. Your wedding is approaching, and my sister and I also have some things to prepare. We'll be back to accompany you soon, okay?"

Mo Yingqi didn't suspect anything, and somehow, he did feel a bit drowsy today.

"Could it be... I've been too tired these past few days?" Rubbing his brow, Mo Yingqi was too lazy to think about these things. "Never mind, I won't think about it. I'll go to sleep first. Who knows how many things there will be tomorrow..."

As Mo Yingqi fell into a deep sleep, the expressions of the two Luo sisters instantly turned incredibly cold. Luo Yongan added incense while whispering to Luo Yongning: "Why hasn't Martial Uncle arrived in the capital yet?"

"He has arrived. Our contact knows Martial Uncle and has already informed him about the situation here." Luo Yongning gently tucked the quilt around Mo Yingqi. "Since Maternal Grandmother isn't in the capital, only having Martial Uncle do it gives us peace of mind. Besides, it concerns Yingqi, so how could Martial Uncle not be dedicated?"

"The people we can mobilize in the capital must ensure that the wedding goes smoothly... Heh, Old Scoundrel, Imperial Grandfather clearly hid it from him for so long, yet he still discovered the secret of Partridge Sky?" The bronze spoon in Luo Yongan's hand was suddenly bent by her and thrown to the ground. "The Old Scoundrel has been enduring without acting, just waiting to deal with the two of us. No wonder, Imperial Father and Granduncle are making such a big show; that Old Scoundrel probably already decided when to make his move!"

"Attack the Legitimate Princess?"

Zhao Jiguang couldn't believe his ears. This was clearly a struggle between court officials and the monarch, so why was it suddenly about attacking the two Legitimate Princesses?

"The Emperor now relies on the Duke's lineage, but unfortunately, I can't move them, nor do I dare to." Zhou Chutian replied while drawing by candlelight. "Then there's the Pacification Bureau, Fang Wenbo, and that Imperial Son-in-Law who is currently rising in prominence. Jiguang, your men are now guarding the Grand Palace. The Emperor has been slow to deal with it, but that doesn't mean your position as Pacification Commissioner will last much longer, you know?"

If it doesn't last, then it doesn't last... Zhao Jiguang was also incredibly weary. This Grand Chancellor was already somewhat deranged. You can't twist an arm stronger than a leg. No matter how noble or powerful you are, this world still belongs to the Luo family in the end.

Not to mention, he had risen with the late emperor before he ascended the throne. Why did it have to come to such an unmanageable situation now?

Furthermore, what did this have to do with Partridge Sky? Although Zhao Jiguang was a Pacification Commissioner, he was, after all, Grand Chancellor Zhou's man, and there were many things he didn't know.

"You, well, it's normal. The Pacification Bureau even sent troops to suppress Partridge Sky back then." Zhou Chutian put down his paintbrush and wiped his hands. "I can only tell you that Partridge Sky belongs to The Emperor... Heh, or rather, from even earlier, this largest secret martial arts organization has already belonged to the imperial family..."

"What?"

Zhao Jiguang couldn't believe his ears, even standing up excitedly: "Esteemed Teacher, are you joking? I personally led men to suppress Partridge Sky's assassins..."

"Assassins? Those you suppressed were just cannon fodder, and it's not even certain if they were Partridge Sky members." Zhou Chutian sneered. "You don't need to worry about other things. Even if this fails, the fire won't burn us."

"This, Esteemed Teacher, I still don't understand..."

"Then you don't need to understand!" Zhou Chutian picked up his paintbrush again. "Everything is ready now. Even if we can't make their three blood-splattered bodies appear on the Legitimate Princesses' wedding day... this entire imperial court must fall into chaos!"