Grand Tutor Fu was so infuriated by Helian Yu"s words that he almost fainted.

Fu Yifan shyly said to her mother,

"Mother, your daughter really does like King Xiang. He is very charming, and your daughter is willing to marry him."

"Good child, tell mother how do you know each other?" "And how did you get settled in love?"

From the sound of it, it seemed that her daughter had met Helian Yu after entering the pavilion. Helian Yu had fallen in love with her at first sight, so the two of them entered a private room and drank some wine.

After a long while, Cyan Orchid caressed Fu Yifan"s hair and said gently, "My good daughter, don"t worry. Mother will go find your father and have him agree to the marriage."

She turned to leave after saying that, but Fu Yifan quickly grabbed the arm of Cymbidium.

"Mother, don"t be anxious. Prince Xiang and I partic.i.p.ated in that show organized by the naked eye …"

"You mean" Do Not Disturb "?" Although the Cymbidium flower did not leave the mansion very often, she still knew a little about Ming You"s fame.

Ever since the first episode, she had ordered people to pay attention to it. She only wanted her daughter to go there if she really couldn"t get married. After all, there was an imperial edict for successful pairing. At the very least, his future husband would not dare to abandon his wife.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she felt. Cymbidium was staring at Fu Yifan happily, the more it found her daughter beautiful and moving.

Looking at her mother"s expression, Fu Yafang covered her mouth and smiled as she replied,

"Yes, it"s that "Do Not Disturb" program." Therefore, Prince Xiang and I are fated to be able to achieve success in this life. Mother, Father will make things difficult for King Xiang again. Even if he doesn"t agree, with the emperor"s dictum, he can still disrespect the imperial edict. "

Cymbidium gave her daughter a thumbs up to express her current mood. Unexpectedly, she didn"t need to worry about it. Her daughter had already caught a golden turtle.

The mother and daughter chatted for a long time until Xing"er hurried over to inform them that Grand Preceptor Fu had arrived.

Fu Yifan asked excitedly when she saw the empty s.p.a.ce behind her father.

Seeing her daughter crying so sorrowfully and fuming with anger, she reprimanded him in her ear as soon as she stepped onto the preconditions.

All of a sudden, the hall was in a mess. Xing"er was so scared that she didn"t dare to say much. She wanted to explain it to her young miss, but seeing her shrewish appearance, how could she dare to say anything?

Suddenly, Grand Preceptor Fu felt a surge of confidence as he roared coldly.

"Enough! "a.s.sistant!"

Cymbidium was so frightened that it instantly released its hand and stood in front of him, not daring to move.

Fu Yifan was also scared stiff. Grand Tutor Fu heaved a long sigh of relief. Seeing that the atmosphere had gone awry, he came back to his senses and explained incoherently.

"Well, ma"am, no. It"s this old man … "This..."

"Wah!" I don"t want to live anymore! Wuuuuu, Fu Gongshi, I entered your house at the age of fourteen and have accompanied you to this point. I"ve given birth to such a obedient and beautiful daughter and a handsome and well-mannered son, and yet you treat me like this! You actually dare to roar at me! "

"Daddy, you don"t love me anymore. Wuuuuuu, you actually yelled at mother. You said before that mother and I were your treasures, and everything that happened was a lie …"

In the eyes of outsiders, he, Fu Baoguo, had a rather high status as the Grand Preceptor of Ming You Country. But only the people in the estate knew that he, Fu Baoguo, had no status or dignity in front of these two women.

He knew better than anyone what King Xiang was thinking about that they didn"t know. However, to Grand Preceptor Fu, mother and daughter were nothing more than the heart of a woman. Besides, he hadn"t chased away King Xiang yet. King Xiang had said he had something he needed to do first.

When the mother and daughter pair calmed down, Grand Preceptor Fu sighed and explained to them.

"I promised Prince Xiang that Fang Fang will marry him on a good day."

"Really?"

Grand Preceptor Fu nodded and replied helplessly,

"But father, why did you chase away Prince Xiang?" Fu Yifan asked Grand Preceptor Fu, feeling wronged. My daughter hasn"t said goodbye to him yet. "

"Daddy didn"t kick him out! King Xiang is the fourth prince of Ming You Country! Even if there"s nothing going on between you two, Daddy can"t just kick him out of the mansion, right?"

Helplessly, he said to the two of them, "Ah! You guys are too impatient! There"s still a good daughter, ah. King Xiang is a man after all, and you"re the golden daughter of our Grand Preceptor"s estate. Don"t let others think you can"t get married, just stick it onto someone else. Where"s your dad"s face going? "

Grand Tutor Fu waved his hand helplessly. "Forget it. Things have already come to this point. Let"s just wait for those from Prince Xiang"s estate to come and propose marriage." "Sigh!"

With that, Grand Tutor Fu turned and left in large strides. Fu Yifan looked at her mother and the two of them exchanged a glance. Suddenly, they chuckled and hugged each other to celebrate.

"That"s great! Done! Daughter, you"re finally married! She was finally going to be Princess Xiang! Mother must prepare a good dowry for you! "

"Hehe, mother, I"ve finally met my true husband. I"m finally going to get married."

Grand Preceptor Fu could hear the happy laughter of both mother and daughter. But why was it that it had frightened so many people into listening to his laughter? Why was it so tragic?

It was late into the night when the Residence of Grand Tutor Fu slowly calmed down, but the scene between the Residence of Prince Jing and the Residence of Prince Xiang was completely different.

In the sleeping quarters of the Northern Courtyard of Jing w.a.n.g Manor, Mo Liangyi was lying on her bed, sleeping soundly. The candlelight in the study next door flickered, and Helian Yi was sitting upright in front of his desk, preparing for his next course of action.