The Prime Minister's Beloved Wife (Chapters 1-9)

Prologue

In the Risheng Dynasty, few were unaware of the Mo family of Jinxiu City. The Mo family had been wealthy for twelve generations, almost as long as
the history of the Risheng Dynasty itself had existed.

They were involved in virtually every business related to "cloth."

Silkworm farms, silk reeling plants, dyeing workshops, cloth shops, embroidery workshops—they had it all.

Their fabrics were of the highest quality, and their embroidery exquisite, so much so that their cloth and clothing were selected
as tribute ; even the wealthy couldn't necessarily buy them.

But the people of Jinxiu City, besides knowing all this, also knew that in this generation, the Mo family had only produced
one young master and one young lady—a small family.

But besides the legitimate young master and young lady, there were actually three other "young ladies" who piqued people's curiosity. Don't
misunderstand , these three "young ladies" were not the illegitimate daughters of Master Mo or any adopted daughters, but rather
three "maids" who had lived in his mansion since childhood.

How could maids be young ladies? That requires us to start with their identities. First and foremost is
Miss Qianhan, who has been learning from the head steward since childhood. Master Mo has now entrusted her with managing the embroidery workshop,
and it's said that once the head steward retires, Miss Qianhan will officially take over the position, becoming
the first female head steward in the family's twelve-generation history. Second is Miss Leyan, who has been with the eldest son, Mo Jingyuan, since childhood.

Everyone knows that the eldest son of the Mo family is spoiled and capricious, and it's said that
only Miss Leyan can handle him in the world. No wonder Master Mo and Madam Mo treat Miss Leyan with special regard.

Third is Miss Huaixiang, who grew up alongside the Mo family's legitimate daughter. Everyone has seen
Miss 's always following behind the Mo family's daughter, delicate and gentle. She always has a sweet
smile on her face, and is constantly dragged around causing trouble by the eldest daughter of the Mo family, inseparable from her.

And so it was to be expected, after all, Miss Huaixiang was taken in by Miss Mo, and it was even said that
Miss . Furthermore, she had begged her parents to let her stay by their side as a playmate, so the affection between them was naturally different.

Of course, the most outstanding one to mention was Mo Yuanqian, the eldest daughter of the Mo family.

Speaking of this only daughter of the Mo family, everyone couldn't help but secretly shake their heads.

Mo Yuanqian was extremely beautiful. Those who saw her for the first time were often inadvertently captivated.

But Miss Mo, who looked like a fairy, acted like a wild horse, often causing trouble outside, leaving
Miss Huaixiang to take the blame.

These four young ladies were the "most talked-about figures" among the residents of Jinxiu City in their leisure time.

They couldn't help but speculate that all four young ladies were of marriageable age, and wondered when good news would spread
among the people of Jinxiu City. They eagerly awaited the news.

Chapter One:

The Dien Mansion was very lively today. Early in the morning, all the servants were busy inside and out, the head
steward 's booming voice echoing back and forth, fearing that something might be overlooked.

Not only the servants, but even the masters were up early. Even
the eldest young master , was urged by Le Yan to get ready and move to the main hall. All of this was because
the distinguished guest visiting today was none other than the future son-in-law of the Mo family, Mo Yuanqian's future husband.

Ever since Mo Yuanqian turned fifteen, matchmakers had practically broken down the Mo family's gates. But the Mo family patriarch had
rejected them all. However, this time, the prospective groom had truly satisfied both the patriarch and his wife, so they didn't even ask Mo Yuanqian's opinion
. They hastily agreed and quickly set the date for the betrothal, which was today, fearing any changes to the marriage.

This was because the groom was none other than the current prime minister—Yan Qingyu. Yan Qingyu was exceptionally gifted

from a young age. She began learning to read at the age of three and could compose poems and essays by seven, making her
a renowned genius in the prosperous dynasty. At sixteen, she achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination and entered officialdom. By twenty, she had been appointed prime 　　minister, becoming an indispensable right-hand woman to the emperor. How could Master Mo refuse a marriage proposal from such a renowned talent? 　　Not only were Master Mo and Madam Mo overjoyed, but the entire Mo household felt proud and made preparations to ensure their young lady's grand wedding. 　　Furthermore, the entire city of Jinxiu shared in the honor. Just the thought of their future prime minister's wife being from their hometown made them feel prouder. Thus, the entire Mo household, and even the entire city of Jinxiu, was bustling with excitement, awaiting the arrival of the betrothal procession and eager to witness the brilliance of this contemporary prodigy. 　　And Yan Qingyu did not disappoint. Dressed in a dark purple robe, he was incomparably handsome, his bright phoenix eyes filled with wisdom. His long, flowing hair 　　, tied up in a circular pattern, fluttered as he walked, giving him an ethereal appearance. He smiled faintly, nodding approvingly to the onlookers along the way. His expression was relaxed and carefree, without the slightest air of arrogance. Only his personal guard knew that the prince was not happy at all; he was forced to come by his parents' wishes . What frightened him even more was that his master, whose temperament was not as gentle as his appearance, might lose control under unknown circumstances and reveal 　　But the people of Jinxiu City were naturally unaware of the danger involved. They all watched the betrothal procession head towards the Mo residence with undivided attention, quickly becoming infatuated with this young prime minister. Many even followed the procession as if bewitched. 　　The head steward of the Mo residence, who was waiting at the gate, saw the grand procession from afar and hurriedly ran back into the residence. 　　"The Prime Minister has arrived!" 　　In the small garden on the west side of the Mo residence, Huaixiang held an item covered with a silk handkerchief in her hands. She first peeked out from behind the red pillars of the corridor to make sure no one else was in the garden before tiptoeing out. 　　"Phew—" Just as she breathed a sigh of relief in the garden, she immediately heard a sound coming . 　　"Who?" She looked at the man standing by the rockery with slight surprise, stunned. 　　What a handsome man! However, his handsomeness was different from that of Young Master Jingyuan. Young Master Jingyuan, like , inherited his wife's beauty, so his features were unbelievably beautiful. His temperament was also somewhat feminine. The man in front of her, on the other hand, had clear and bright eyes and a dignified bearing. His elegant demeanor was somewhat like Shen Qianhan dressed as a man, but he had more masculinity and a scholarly air than Shen Qianhan. She looked at the man in front of her with some fascination and wanted to smile at him with great affection. It was only a beat later that she realized she had never seen him before. 　　A stranger had appeared in her own residence? Huaixiang's smile vanished, her eyes widening.

"Are you a thief?" After thinking it over, this was the only answer she could come up with. Yan Qingyu watched
the little girl's rapidly changing expression with great interest. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he heard her question, subtly sizing her up and
guessing her identity.

Just one glance was enough to tell that her dress was made of an unusual material,
quite different from the maids he had just seen. Could she be the young lady of the Mo family? With a raised eyebrow, he suddenly found this marriage proposal quite interesting .

"Am I?" He didn't answer but asked in return, not in a hurry to reveal his identity.

"This is the Mo family's back garden; ordinary people can't come in here," Huaixiang explained innocently. "But you
don't look like a thief..." Yan Qingyu smiled. Should he be happy about her trust?

"Really? Then what do I look like?" He probed, mostly teasing, wanting to know her opinion of him.

Huaixiang tilted her head, as if thinking seriously, and after a while nodded.

"Like Qianhan," she decided.

"What?" Yan Qingyu was completely baffled by her meaning. Qianhan? Was that a person or an object? "She looks like Gan Han.
She should n't be a bad person." Huaixiang didn't explain. She just talked to herself. "If she's not a thief, what are you doing here?"

"Then what are you doing here?" Yan Qingyu answered her question with another question.

"I..." Before Huaixiang could answer, he suddenly reached out and pulled her behind a nearby artificial hill, his large hand
covering her lips.

Huaixiang's eyes widened as she was dragged into his arms. The strong, long arm around her waist pressed her back tightly against his
chest, without a single gap.

Huaixiang held what she was holding, afraid to move. She hadn't expected to be so mistaken. He really was a bad person. She
tilted head and glared at him, a silent protest.

Yan Qingyu smiled apologetically, looking at the young man who had appeared outside. This was probably
the future steward that Mo Jingyuan had mentioned earlier.

"Strange, where did he go? Young Master said he was here." Shen Qianhan, accompanied by
her , looked around and couldn't help but sigh, saying softly, "This young master really knows how to cause me trouble."

She should have been busy checking and registering the betrothal gifts, but she had been so angry that she had been framed by the young master.
The master and the Yan family patriarch were having a great talk when the young master instructed him to show the future son-in-law around the mansion, but he had left him
here and asked her to come and take over.

The future son-in-law, her future brother-in-law, had just been abandoned like this! Now, he was gone, where was she
supposed to find him?

Not to mention that this guest was none other than the current prime minister! How could he be ignored like this? Shen Qianhan couldn't help but
sigh again, she really had no way to deal with that willful young master.

"Go and search the neighborhood again. If you really can't find her, you'll have to tell the head steward and have everyone keep
an eye out." The Mo residence is quite large; finding someone won't be easy. She just hoped the news wouldn't spread, otherwise she
'd have a hard time explaining it to the master and the others.

"Yes," the maids nodded. Shen Qianhan looked around again. Finally, she gave up and went to search another courtyard. Seeing that
everyone had gone far away, Yan Yuqing let go.

"Excuse me." Seeing her so eager to leave his embrace, Yan Yuqing suddenly felt a pang of disappointment and wanted to
pull her back.

"Why did you hide from Qianhan?" After retreating from the artificial hill, Huaixiang turned to face him, her eyes no longer
smiling , but filled with distrust.

"He's Qianhan?" Yan Yuqing's mind raced; he remembered her earlier answer. "Do I look like him?"
He recalled the young man from earlier, whose gentle and refined demeanor and handsome features made him very likable, and who was about the same
age … "What's your relationship with him?" The question came out naturally. Even Yan Qingwang himself
was surprised.

"Qianhan? We grew up together." Huaixiang answered instinctively, only to realize something was wrong.
"Hey, I asked you first, why are you keeping answering me with questions?" She caught him. Yan Qingyu realized
she wasn't stupid, just too naive. Right now, shouldn't she be screaming for help or leaving as quickly as possible?
How dare she be alone with him, asking such unimportant questions. "Who are you? Why are you hiding from Qianhan
? What did you do?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Huaixiang asked again, unwilling to give up.

"Because he wanted to take me to see the beautiful scenery of the Mo family mansion, but I was tired and wanted to rest, so I didn't want him
to find me so quickly." Yan Qingyu answered without blinking, but still didn't reveal his identity. "Sightseeing the mansion?"
Huaixiang had a sudden realization. "Are you a guest from the capital? From the Yan family?"

"Sort of." He answered ambiguously.

"Oh no!" Huaixiang cried out. She had completely forgotten about this. Qianhan had told her a few days ago to
take good care of her young mistress today and not let her run around. The Yan family was coming to propose marriage, and she mustn't let her young mistress cause trouble.
But as soon as she heard the news that Leyan was personally cooking desserts, she completely forgot about this task. No wonder.
No wonder her young mistress kindly told her that Leyan had made layered cakes and told her to hurry to the kitchen; it turned out it was premeditated.

"Oh no?" Yan Qingyu was confused. What was wrong with him being a member of the Yan family? "Qianhan will definitely be angry."
Huaixiang couldn't help but panic. She wondered if it was too late... Where was her young lady? She had to
find her .

Qianhan again? Yan Qingyu suddenly realized that she really disliked her constantly talking about other men. If
she were the daughter of the Mo family, she would already be engaged. How could she still be so attached to another man? "Miss?"
A voice called from not far away. This time, Huaixiang didn't even think twice before "squeezing" Yan Qingyu behind the rockery.

"Shh." She was still holding the precious mille-feuille cake she had stolen from the kitchen. Unable to free her hands, Huaixiang could only plead with her
eyes . "Don't make a sound."

"Strange, she's not here either." The maid looked around but didn't see anyone hiding behind the rockery.

"Xiao Hong, what are you doing here?" Le Yan, who was also looking for someone, was slightly surprised to see the maid who usually served the madam appear in
the backyard .

"I'm looking for Miss, but I haven't seen her anywhere in the entire manor." Xiao Hong was about to give up. With her slippery nature, if her
young mistress wanted to hide, she could probably turn the whole Mo manor upside down and still not find her. "Madam wants to
see her."

"What about Xiangxiang? Is she missing too?" Hearing Le Yan ask about her, Huai Xiang couldn't help but shrink further to the side, unaware that
she had frozen into Yan Qingyu's arms again. She was afraid of being discovered by Le Yan, and her big eyes anxiously peeked at the commotion
outside .

Putting aside the fact that she hadn't taken good care of her mistress, she still had "evidence" of the theft in her hands. If Le Yan
took the cake back in a fit of anger, she would definitely cry.

"They seem to be looking for you, and you don't seem to want to be found." Seeing her nervousness, Yan Qingyu
leaned down and whispered in her ear. "But what do you think will happen if I speak up now?"

You bad guy! Huai Xiang glared at him, both angry and anxious. How could this person be like this?
Doesn't ? When Gan Han came to him earlier, she obediently cooperated and didn't make a sound. Now that the roles have been reversed,
can't he do the same?

"Shall we give it a try?" Yan Qingyu smiled, pretending to shout—but Huai Xiang, holding something in her hand
, couldn't cover his mouth. In desperation, she stood on tiptoe, intending to use her head to block his mouth,
but she anticipated his quick sidestep as he lowered his head. She lost her balance and fell towards him, her soft lips
touching his. "Mmm…" Huai Xiang's eyes widened, and she tried to pull away, but Yan Qingyu's arm had already gripped her
waist, pressing her tightly against him, leaving her nowhere to retreat. His

warm lips pressed against her pink lips, their breaths mingling, his faint scholarly scent surrounding her.
Huai Xiang's face flushed instantly.

Yan Qingyu didn't go any further. He simply traced the shape of her lips with his tongue, gently sucking on them, absorbing her
sweetness. The soft, fragrant body in his arms squirmed restlessly, as if protesting, yet also as if giving him another
form of response.

After a long while, he reluctantly let go of her.

"They're gone." Too bad. There was no reason to continue kissing her.

"You!" Huai Xiang pushed him away without thinking, but a gasp escaped her lips the next moment. "My
cake— " By the time she reacted, the mille-feuille cake in her hand had already slipped away,
falling to the ground in a panic.

"Ah!" She hurriedly squatted down, looking at the cake on the ground with heartache, instinctively reaching to pick it up.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qingyu's expression was strange. He quickly pulled her up. "You're not thinking of picking it up and
eating it, are you?"

"Don't pull me!" Huai Xiang cried, her eyes fixed on the mille-feuille cake on the ground, completely forgetting
the stolen kiss. Her eyes were only on the hard-won
mille-feuille . She had gone to so much trouble to sneak it out of the kitchen… and now it was ruined.

"You really want to pick it up?" Yan Qingyu was greatly surprised. The Mo family was the richest family in the south. Did the dignified daughter of the Mo family need to pick up food from the ground
like this ?

"Don't worry about me, let me go! Some parts aren't covered, so I can still eat them." Huaixiang struggled, her
obsession with the layered cake running deep.

"Is the Mo family's food really that frugal?" Yan Qingyu, of course, wouldn't let go. He carried her out of the artificial hill and
placed her in a small pavilion nearby. Before leaving, he kicked up dust to cover the cake, making sure she gave up on it completely. "
The Mo family can have as many of those cakes as they want."

"You don't understand." Seeing the layered cake completely covered, Huaixiang turned to him with a mournful expression. "Leyan's
specialty is layered cake, but she never goes into the kitchen. Today, she only had time to make
a batch because we had important guests. I managed to steal two pieces... and now they're all gone." Thinking about how
the cake she had waited for for half a year was gone just like that, Huaixiang's eyes immediately reddened.

"You're so mean, you even deliberately kicked dirt over it..." As she spoke, tears actually fell.

Yan Qingyu was unusually flustered. He hadn't known that this could trigger her tears.

"I... never mind." It was truly impossible to reason with her. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, but he couldn't
ignore her tears. "Don't cry." He pulled her into his arms to comfort her. "If you really like pastries so much,
when you get to the capital, I'll definitely have someone prepare the most special and authentic Beijing-style pastries for you, as an apology, okay?"

"Really?" She raised her tearful face, looking at him in disbelief. "How did you know I was moving to
the capital ? Who are you?"

Three questions in a row made Yan Qingyu chuckle. "So many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?" He
tenderly wiped away her unstoppable tears. Yan Qingyu realized he didn't like seeing her unhappy. She
suited her carefree smile.

"I want them all." Huai Xiang blushed, unconsciously becoming coquettish.

Yan Qingyu laughed.

"What I said is of course true, and it's only natural that you move to the capital." After marrying him,
the Prime Minister , where else would she live if not in the capital? "As for who I am, you'll find out soon enough."

He imagined the moment he lifted her veil on their wedding night. Her expression must have been quite amusing.

"You've said so much, but you haven't answered anything at all." Huaixiang shook her head. She felt like
he'd been playing her for a fool the whole time. "You're really strange."

"Strange? Maybe." Yan Qingyu didn't deny it. He gently tapped her delicate nose. "Not crying anymore?" Huaixiang
looked at him suspiciously. She always felt this man was full of mystery. He seemed to know who she was. But she had no idea who he was. She
had asked him several times, but he wouldn't answer. "Why won't you tell me who you are?"
This was really suspicious.

"Besides, we don't even know each other, so why are you being so nice to me?" And... and he was still holding her like this... Huaixiang
realized this a moment later and quickly pulled away.

"Let me go! It'll be bad if someone sees us!" Huai Xiang pushed him away forcefully, inwardly scolding herself. They'd only
just met, how could she let him hug and cuddle like that? Not to mention he'd even kissed her earlier!
If Qian Han and the others found out, they'd definitely scold her! Sigh, maybe it's because he's so similar to Qian Han. She always felt
a sense of familiarity with him, and besides, she was always clinging to Qian Han in men's clothing, so she'd forgotten the proper boundaries between men and women.
Really , she had to tell Qian Han next time not to wear men's clothing in the manor; it would confuse her.

"It doesn't matter if someone sees us," Yan Qingyu smiled meaningfully. The marriage was already arranged. She was already his
; cultivating their relationship before the wedding wouldn't cause any problems.

"You're talking nonsense," Huai Xiang frowned, looking at him dismissively. "How could it be nothing?" Did he
really think he was Qianhan dressed as a man? "You'll see in a few days that I wasn't lying." Yan Qingyu kept her in suspense,
enjoying her confused and adorable expression. "Alright, I've rested enough, I have to go back."

Although he wanted to spend more time with her, judging from the situation just now, if he didn't show up soon...
The entire Mo residence might erupt in riots.

"Go back? Go back where?" Hearing him say he was leaving, Huai Xiang's heart sank, unsure
what . But instinctively, she grabbed his robe, unwilling to let go. Her reluctance to part pleased Yan Qingyu
greatly.

"Go back to the front hall. Didn't you say ordinary people aren't allowed in the back courtyard?" He smiled, patting her cheek.
"Don't be upset, we'll see each other again soon."

"I'm not upset," Huai Xiang retorted shyly.

"Not upset? If you weren't, why are you pouting like that?" Seeing her childish behavior, Yan Qingyu
couldn't resist leaning down and giving her a light peck.

"Ah!" Huai Xiang exclaimed, quickly covering her lips. "You can't kiss me!"

"I can," Yan Qingyu answered confidently, kissing her again before she could react. "Alright
, I have to go now. You should go back too, right? Wasn't someone looking for you earlier?" His reminder made Huai Xiang
remember her important task.

"I forgot again!" She jumped up and hurriedly ran towards Mo Yuanqian's room, but stopped and turned back after a few steps.
She met his gaze. "I...do you know how to get back?" The manor is so big.
Will he be alright by himself? He might get lost. "Don't worry, someone will guide me." He smiled, reassuring her
.

"Okay...I'm going now." She looked at him one last time, reluctant to leave, before turning away. Watching her
flutter out of the garden like a pink butterfly, Yan Qingyu finally looked away.

He was beginning to look forward to this marriage.

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