Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

"Your Highness, you mean that King Chu and the Princess will help you to smooth things out!" Feng Yue blinked as he understood. He smiled and he asked, "Then do we still need to spread the news about you visiting the brothel and fighting for women with others?"

"You don’t have to. As long as we start something, there would be all sorts of rumors in the future. Remove our men from those places. Do not leave any traces." Feng Yuran lifted his handsome eyes and squinted lazily. He glanced at Feng Yue and said, "What about the Mo Manor. Has she regained consciousness?"

"Third Miss Mo has not regained consciousness. But Sir Luo invited Sir Bai over and he has just entered the manor. It would take some time before he comes out. You know that Sir Bai never treats illnesses he is not confident of. If he still hasn’t come out yet, it means that there is good news." Feng Yuran did not speak immediately. He remained silent for a moment, his deep dark eyes turning a little cold and his expression was light. It made one feel cold for some reason. He tapped his fingers on the table and said meaningfully. "Bai Yihao has gone quickly this time!"

"Sir Bai did go really quickly this time. Sir Luo didn’t stay inside for too long before he followed Sir Luo to the Mo Manor." Feng Yue did not notice any oddness in Bai Yihao and answered honestly.

Feng Yue was in charge of what happened in Bai Yihao’s manor. As such, he felt that the situation was rather odd as well. What kind of person was Bai Yihao? They had never seen him moving so swiftly to heal someone. With his fame, he should have waited for a few hours before he met someone. Then, he would have to take another hour or two to clean and dress up before going out to meet anyone.

"Is there anything odd about Bai Yihao recently?"

"No, Sir Bai has been very quiet. Other than reciting poetry with others sometimes and helping to heal a few good friends of his, he has not done anything out of the ordinary."

"Nothing weird? When did he get to know Third Miss Mo?" Feng Yuran put down the book in his hand unhappily and looked up at Feng Yue with unfriendly eyes.

"This, this..." Feng Yue was thrown off by the question. Was this considered weird as well? His master was so hard to please, he complained to himself but did not dare to say anything to slight his master. "Sir Bai helped Third Miss Mo when she just returned to the Mo Manor. The concubine who was in charge of the Mo Manor then was locked up by Lord Mo because of the incident. They did not have any interactions other than that."

Feng Yue did not know if he could finish reporting these kinds of "weird" things. If they were to really talk about it, there were definitely more "weird" things in the book on His Highness’ table than Bai Yihao! There were so many weird things. How was he going to report them? If he did it badly, His Highness would scold him again.

"Next time, all meetings between Bai Yihao and Third Miss Mo are considered to be "weird". Tell them to me. Do you have any more questions? Send a message to Mo Feng and tell him to be more aware of things happening around Third Miss Mo." Fortunately, Feng Yuran had defined "weird" for Feng Yue.

"Yes!" How did Feng Yue dare to have any more questions when he looked at those devilish and handsome eyes! He immediately left obediently to prepare.

When Mo Xuetong regained consciousness, it was already late evening. The sky turned dark early in winter and it was already completely dark outside.

The room was lit with lamps. The lights were dim and her eyes were confused. She opened her eyes dazedly but could not see anything in front of her clearly.

"Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" A gentle voice that sounded like the spring breeze could be heard by her ear. Someone put his hand on hers. It was soft but strong. However, she did not have the strength to answer. She felt as if she had just returned from hell and did not know where she was at the moment. Her eyes were still filled with the scene of a raging fire, leaving behind only a patch of red.

"What is it? Are you unwilling to wake up?" Bai Yihao was in a good mood as he looked at the person lying on the bed looking like an exquisite porcelain doll as she opened her crystal-like eyes. His lips lifted up as he smiled elegantly. He placed his fingers on her wrist and listened carefully. It sounded normal.

On the other side, Luo Wenyou stood up from his seat even though he did not speak. He approached hurriedly and looked at Mo Xuetong’s face agitatedly. He only realized something was off when she did not speak and her eyes were not focused despite them being open. He turned around and asked, "Yihao, what’s wrong with my cousin? Didn’t you say that she has awaken? Why does she look so confused? Is there something wrong?"

Luo Wenyou did not dare to let Bai Yihao go when he heard that there was something wrong with his cousin even though she had regained consciousness. Even though it was inappropriate for a man to remain in an unmarried lady’s room, Bai Yihao was present as a physician. Furthermore, he was there as a chaperone and they were not alone. They were seeking medical help openly, so it was not considered too inappropriate.

Mo Huawen had gone to the palace and still had not returned. The old madam had visited, but it was too cold and her health was poorly. Mother Xu convinced her to return and she had just left. Mo Yu and Mo Ye were waiting outside. Mo Lan was serving the two men tea inside. She did not dare to say much when she saw her mistress awaken. She only wiped her tears in surprise and followed behind Luo Wenyou and looked at Bai Yihao worriedly. Her mistress did not seem to be in a good state.

Bai Yihao did not reply Luo Wenyou. He reached out and took two needles from the table beside him. He looked at Mo Xuetong’s unfocused eyes carefully and picked up her hand. He found two acupoints on her hand and pricked down in a well-practiced manner. Mo Xuetong made a startled sound when the two needles pierced into her skin and her lashes fluttered. Her eyes closed and opened again.

Her eyes were focused this time. Her long lashes fluttered as her eyes landed on Bai Yihao’s face in front of her. His handsome eyes were gentle and looked as if they were smiling. His eyes glittered like the stars in the sky as they gradually came into focus in Mo Xuetong’s eyes. His handsome and sharp features, his handsome brows and slightly lifted red lips. Even a deity from the heavens paled in comparison to him. He looked at her with glittering and smiling eyes.

He looked at her dotingly, gently and carefully. It made one feel comforted.

That feeling was indescribable to Mo Xuetong, who felt lost and helpless at this moment. She had been walking in the dark earlier, ignored by all, plotted against by others, and had died in a raging fire. And even on her deathbed, no one cared. She did not expect to see an elegant and handsome young man when she awakened who looked at her so gently and comfortingly. It was as if he understood all the pain she experienced and wanted to share her burdens with her.

That was a painful, bitter and numbing feeling. It felt as if she was looking at a family member. She had finally found someone to share her feelings of helplessness and pain. Tears could not help but escape her eyes.

She reached out subconsciously and clutched onto the hem of Bai Yihao’s shirt. Sobs escaped her and her soft figure shook. She wanted to sit up, but she realized that she felt weak all over. She looked at Bai Yihao pitifully, her beautiful eyes clouded with tears. Tears fell down her cheeks and she looked innocent and pitiful.

Bai Yihao was stunned. He lowered his volume and asked gently, "Does your heart feel unwell?"

Does her heart feel unwell? Mo Xuetong closed her eyes painfully and then opened them widely. She felt that the scenes playing before her was too terrible and terrifying. She did not wish to experience such pain anymore. If she did, she would rather die. The concerned face before her made her feel alive again. She bit her lips and her cries turned into whimpers. She felt weak and only her hands clutched on tightly to his white sleeve as if he was the last life raft available.

Her eyes which were staring at Bai Yihao’s clear eyes were devoid of any impurities. Her beautiful face was filled with helplessness and sadness. She looked lost, like a little deer that could not find its way home. Bai Yihao’s gentle eyes gathered upon her, becoming more focused subconsciously.

He caressed her face gently, and then her forehead. He comforted her with a clear and soft voice, "It’s alright now. It’s alright now. You’ll be fine after sleeping. All will be fine when you wake up!"

Mo Xuetong closed her eyes as he comforted her. Even though she still whimpered occasionally and tears slid down from the corner of her eyes, her color returned and her hands which were holding onto Bai Yihao tightly relaxed as well.

"Don’t disturb her and let her have a good night’s sleep. Everything will be fine. As for the other matters of the heart..." Bai Yihao pluck off the two needles that were in Mo Xuetong’s hand as his voice trailed off. His handsome gaze could not help but fall onto her fragile and dazed face...

Since it was a knot in her heart, they could only find the source of it slowly and try to help her untangle it. It could not be rushed. Even the best physician would not be able to heal a sickness of the heart. Luo Wenyou understood what Bai Yihao meant, as did Mo Lan.

Mo Lan sighed to herself. She sent Bai Yihao and Luo Wenyou to the doors after they were done packing up. Then, she returned. She gave detailed orders to Mo Yu to tell Mother Xu when she returned to be soft and that she did not have to visit their mistress at night. They were not to startle their mistress and she would sleep outside for the night. The others could go and rest first.

Everyone left, one after another.

The scenes of what happened then flashed before Mo Xuetong’s eyes again in the middle of the night. Her child’s grey face in death and the blood on the corner of his lips. Mo Xuemin’s evil laughter and Sima Lingyun’s expression of disgust. The raging fire and the pain she felt as it burned her...Her heart hurt, everywhere hurt and everywhere was injured.

She twisted around subconsciously and her breaths became hurried and anxious.

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I am here." She heard a gentle voice as someone pulled her into an embrace. The soft voice made her feel safe and her body, which was burned and in pain in her dreams, was cooled by the gentle voice.

Mo Xuetong was startled awake and she opened her eyes subconsciously. All was dark before her. Then, she heard a charming laughter. "Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid. IT’s me." There was a ray of moonlight in the darkness, shining upon the handsome face of the youth in purple clothes sitting before her bed. Under the moonlight, his handsome face exuded a devilish charm. However, Mo Xuetong seemed to see the faint hint of laughter in his eyes for some reason.

It was not cold and arrogant, but was filled with faint gentleness and love.