The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

Chapter 190 Beilin Prince 1 Jimo Shuyu

At the banquet at the Beilin Palace, Hua Rong, the eldest daughter of the Hua family, who was sitting at the women's table, glanced at the men's table from time to time. She recognized Yun Mohan in the crowd at a glance, and a blush instantly appeared on her face. "I didn't expect that he would be the Regent of Nanyuan," Hua Rong thought to herself.

Hua Rong's gaze seemed drawn by invisible threads, firmly fixed on Yun Mohan. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his features revealing an innate dignity and dignity. Even amidst this banquet filled with the rich and powerful, he still radiated an aura that was impossible to ignore.

Huarong gently clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand, her heart rippled. She recalled the first time she had seen him, in the misty rain of Jiangnan. That fleeting glimpse had left his image deeply imprinted in her heart. Now, meeting him again at this imperial banquet, she discovered he held such a respected status.

Yun Mohan closed his eyes to rest. Even if he used magic to disguise himself, he couldn't resist his innate charm.

Hua Rong thought to herself, "If I can catch the eye of the Regent, then those Hua family members will definitely not say anything bad to me."

Hua Rong's gaze fixed on Yun Mohan, who was resting with his eyes closed in the distance, her mind racing. Although she was the eldest daughter of the Hua family, her mother's early death and her father's remarriage had left her exposed to constant bullying from her stepmother and siblings. Their harsh words and malicious harassment were like sharp blades, piercing her heart time and again.

She bit her lip, a glint of determination flashing in her eyes. In her eyes, Yun Mohan wasn't just the powerful regent; he was her only hope of escaping her predicament. As long as she could gain his favor, the Hua family would inevitably become wary of her, perhaps even fawning over her.

Hua Rong recalled the last time in the back garden, when her stepmother had punished her by locking her up in the woodshed overnight, cold and hungry, simply because she had accidentally knocked over her younger sister's vase. And then there were those bullying brothers and sisters who always found excuses to humiliate her and make her look bad in front of everyone.

"If they could become the regent, I wonder if they'd dare to act so recklessly." Hua Rong unconsciously clenched her hands, her heart filled with longing for the future. She imagined herself standing side by side with Yun Mohan, the Hua family members fawning over her with fear and trepidation, and her lips curled up slightly.

But soon, she felt a little disappointed. Yun Mohan was so high and mighty, so far away, how could she possibly catch his eye? Hua Rong sighed softly, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

However, this hint of confusion was quickly replaced by her inner stubbornness. "No matter what, I'm going to give it a try. Even if there's only a sliver of a chance, I won't give up." Hua Rong secretly made up her mind, and when she cast her eyes on Yun Mohan again, there was a bit more determination and courage.

As the banquet drew to a close, Yun Mohan slowly opened his eyes, his inky eyes still tinged with the laziness and contentment he had felt during the banquet. He stood up, his tall figure and steady steps as he walked towards the women's table. His gaze remained fixed on one person, filled with endless tenderness and attachment.

He slowly stretched out his hand and said gently, "Li'er, let's go back!" His voice was like the spring breeze, soft and warm, making people intoxicated.

Jimo Qingzhi saw this and said with a smile, "Sister A'li, you should go back with the Regent first." Her smile was bright and charming, but there was a trace of imperceptible loneliness in her eyes.

"But," Xing Xuanli hesitated, her eyes filled with hesitation and conflict. She glanced at Yun Mohan, then at Jimo Qingzhi, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, as if she were in a fierce struggle.

Yun Mohan frowned slightly and asked in a softer tone, "Li'er, what happened?"

"The banquet isn't over yet. Aren't we afraid of Emperor Beilin blaming us if we leave like this?" Xing Xuanli whispered softly in Yun Mohan's ear. Her voice was tinged with worry and uneasiness, and her warm breath gently brushed against Yun Mohan's ear.

Yun Mohan tilted his head slightly and looked at Xing Xuanli beside him, with a confident smile on his face, "Li'er, don't be afraid, Emperor Beilin can't be blamed." His voice was low and powerful, as if carrying a kind of magic that made people feel at ease.

Xing Xuanli frowned slightly, "Mohan, although you are the regent of Nanyuan, this is in the Beilin Palace after all, so it is better to be careful." Her eyes were full of concern, and she held Yun Mohan's hand tightly.

Yun Mohan patted her hand gently to comfort her. "Li'er, you must know that my status and power are enough to prevent Emperor Beilin from getting angry easily. Besides, this banquet is boring to begin with, so why not leave early?"

Xing Xuanli bit her lip, "But..."

"Sister A'li, don't say but. Go back to the bedroom with your brother-in-law first. The emperor won't blame you," Jimo Qingzhi said with a smile.

With the name "brother-in-law", Yun Mohan became more and more fond of Jimo Qingzhi. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and his gaze towards Jimo Qingzhi became much gentler.

After hearing Jimo Qingzhi say this, he didn't say anything more. He nodded slightly and followed Yun Mohan out of the banquet.

Hua Rong watched them leave, a mixture of emotions welling up in her heart. Her gaze followed Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli closely until they disappeared from her sight. Her eyes, once filled with anticipation and fantasy, gradually dimmed, replaced by a deep sense of loss and helplessness.

Hua Rong clutched the handkerchief tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain. She recalled the loving look Yun Mohan had given Xing Xuanli at the banquet, and a pang of pain pierced her heart. She wished his gaze would linger on her for even a moment, but from beginning to end, Yun Mohan hadn't even considered her presence.

But Hua Rong's appearance was seen by Beilin Crown Prince Jimo Shuyu. His eyes were full of smiles, and he said to himself: "This eldest daughter of the Hua family has fallen for Nangong Han."

Jimo Shuyu looked at Huarong with great interest, his eyes seemed to see through everything. The corners of his mouth curved upward with a hint of amusement, as if he found this scene quite amusing.

He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to think, "Usually this Hua Rong always looks so arrogant and domineering, but now she is so trapped in love." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Hua Rong was immersed in her own sorrow and didn't notice Jimo Shuyu's gaze at all. Jimo Shuyu didn't rush to disturb her, just observing her from a distance.

"The Hua family is quite powerful in the court. If Hua Rong can get what she wants and become involved with the Regent of Nanyuan, it will be beneficial to Bei Lin." Jimo Shuyu began to think about it in his mind, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

He slowly approached Huarong, deliberately making his footsteps heavy. Huarong then woke up from her dream and noticed Jimo Shuyu's arrival. She hurriedly saluted: "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Jimo Shu Yuxu gave her a hand and said, "Miss Hua, there's no need to be so polite."

Huarong lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Jimo Shuyu's eyes that seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.

Jimo Shuyu deliberately asked, "Miss Hua, are you worried about the Regent of Nanyuan?"

Hua Rong was startled and quickly denied: "Your Highness the Crown Prince has misunderstood, my daughter..."

Jimo Shuyu interrupted her and said with a smile: "Miss Hua, there is no need to hide it. This prince has seen it all."

Huarong's face turned red instantly, and she didn't know how to respond.

Jimo Shuyu looked at her embarrassed look and softened his tone a little: "But Miss Hua, don't worry too much. Anything is possible."

After saying that, Jimo Shuyu turned and left, leaving Huarong alone there, her mind even more confused.