Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort Chapter 14

  
Chapter 14: Confrontation
   
The Emperor and the Empress had arrived, it was only natural that they paid careful attention to present an extravagant style, hosting the banquet at w.a.n.g fu‘s Lotus Courtyard, not to mention the Emperor had requested that the main Imperial Consort Su Qi Qi must also be present at the scene.
   
The steward made a ‘please this way’ gesture. In regards to this w.a.n.g fei, he was satisfied with her from the bottom of his heart, it was just that the entire w.a.n.g fu‘s servants all pretended that she didn’t exist.
   
Only at crucial moments, she would be dressed up for appearances and nothing more.
   
Her husband, Mo Wen Chen, was currently wearing a robe of black, indifferently and coolly sitting on a chair, while Leng Yan and another imperial bodyguard carried it to set down at the Lotus Courtyard. Seeing Su Qi Qi, he didn’t even give a blink.
   
“This qie greets w.a.n.g ye.” Su Qi Qi didn’t want to provoke this person, so she stuck to giving a greeting that fitted her role, following the customs carefully and properly.
   
Even though they saw each other everyday, their relationship didn’t make the least bit of headway.
   
If not for the fact that Mo Wen Chen was still ill, Su Qi Qi would be worried about being sent back to the Laundry Department again.
   
“En.” Without any tone changes, he gave a sound of reply.
   
Just as she straightened up, facing Mo Wen Chen’s clear and cold pupils, faintly pressed lips, and chilly aura caused her to tremble for a moment without reason.
   
“You are ben w.a.n.g‘s dear imperial consort, remember to behave properly, if……” Mo Wen Chen’s voice was just like heading into ice.
   
Towards Su Qi Qi he always only had commands.
   
The intelligent Su Qi Qi of course understood the meaning in his words, and could only give a light nod.
   
She just gave a bitter laugh in her heart. She has really troubled this cold w.a.n.g ye, forcing him to have to say this kind of thing.
   
The Emperor and the Empress were already sitting in the head seats, the dragon robe and phoenix gown pierced people’s eyes.
   
Mo Wen Chen and Su Qi Qi, one in front one behind, one black one white, one being carried in, one walking in; the pair entered the Lotus Courtyard.
   
Mo Wen Xuan and Su Meng Ru looked at each other, in their eyes flashed a trace of mocking laughter.
   
Su Meng Ru was a breathtakingly charming beauty, whereas in contrast Su Qi Qi at most was delicate and pretty, like a valley of orchids, so, right now the Emperor was even more happy about the fact that he had destroyed the marriage.
   
As long as Su Meng Ru stood here, no one would even notice Su Qi Qi’s existance.
   
A heart that loves beauty is common with every person, so the Emperor didn’t feel bad about chosing a consort based on this.
   
Of course, the thing he was happiest about was bestowing a woman he didn’t want to Mo Wen Chen, causing him become the laughingstock of the whole world.
   
The current situation really met everyone’s satisfaction.
   
Of course, the thing that made him even more excited was, this pride of the great Yan Nation has already become an invalid.
   
And could only sit on a chair and be carried here by servants.
   
From the time they were little they had always been on bad terms. Even though Mo Wen Chen never craved the throne, but he was so powerful, so radiant and dazzling, and so became a thorn in the emperor’s heart.
   
“This younger brother greats your majesty Emperor, may the king live for ten thousands of glorious years.” Mo Wen Chen’s body was straight and tall. Sitting up on the chair, his voice was calm, not carrying the slightest variance.
   
“This qie greets your majesty Emperor, may the king live for ten thousands of glorious years, may the Empress niang niang live for thousands of blessed years.” Su Qi Qi also, with an att.i.tude neither overbearing or servile, stood there, back straight.
   
“Audacious, Su Qi Qi, upon seeing zhen1 you dare to not kneel.” Mo Wen Chen ferociously slapped the table, his voice carrying dissatisfaction.