Too high to reach

Chapter 92 This is Mo Yi
Over there, Wang pulled Mo Yi out the door, but suddenly remembered something and tried to drag her back to her room.

She wanted to put jewelry on Mo Yi.

But Mo Yi firmly refused, "Someone has already come to urge us. It would be very impolite to keep the guests waiting. What difference would it make if my daughter had more jewelry?"

"I told you to wear it, it's for your sister..."

"Mother! Please listen to your daughter! I know what I'm doing!" Mo Yi finally lost her patience and refused to leave.

Wang suddenly realized: This stubborn girl is really something.

The mother and daughter stood on the road, looking at each other.

Mo Fan whispered, "Second Aunt, what my sister said makes sense. Just by looking at our yard, people can tell what kind of family we are..."

Wang Shi has always been a woman of her word, and she wouldn't listen to Mo Fan no matter whether he was right or wrong.

Mo Yi's face turned cold as she stared directly at Wang Shi: "Do you know what people want when they see their daughter? Can you judge whether it's a blessing or a curse? Be careful!" With that, she turned and walked away.

That brat! I really can't control her, this is crazy!

Looking at Mo Yi's calm and unhurried back, I knew I would be incredibly nervous if this happened to me.

Look at this sly bandit! How does he manage to be so resourceful?!

As they walked to the front living room door, everyone's eyes turned to Mo Yi.

Mo Wen and Mo Yuan could hardly believe that she was dressed like this to meet such an important person.

Seeing his daughter's composure as always, Mo Ruhai's eyes were full of admiration. He said softly, "Daughter, the people who came said they are female officials from the palace. I don't know why they want to see you. But don't be afraid!"

Pull Mo Yi along and walk inside.

Wang stood there, unsure whether she should follow them in, while everyone else looked at each other quietly.

Finally, it was Mo Yuan who straightened her clothes and followed her inside...

"..." Wang was stunned. That brat! She quickly followed behind, and everyone went inside.

Moda refused, but his wife pulled him along...

After listening to the Mo family genealogy, Granny Zhao thought to herself: "They are indeed a well-behaved family of farmers and scholars."

Then, the man who had just gone out led a girl in.

Then... a whole bunch of people followed!

"My lord, this is my daughter, Mo Yi. Yi Yi, these are Lord Zhuang and Aunt Zhao from the palace. Quickly, greet them!"

"This humble woman, Mo Yi, greets Lord Zhuang and Aunt Zhao!" Then, she also curtsied to the eunuch standing beside her, "My lord!"

The eunuch, addressed as "Sir," forced a smile onto his face.

Lady Zhuang looked at Mo Yi with great surprise. Before coming, she had also thought that Mo Yi was an absolute beauty.

The result... was that she was such a tiny little thing. And what happened to her face?
"...No need for formalities!" She opened her mouth first: "Mo Yi...which 'Yi' is it?"

It would be impossible not to be nervous. Mo Yi replied honestly, "My lord, the character 'Yi' comes from the Book of Songs: 'The one I long for is on the other side of the water.' It was my father who gave it to me!"

Mo Ruhai smiled after hearing this.

The female official continued to look him up, down, left, and right, asking, "Can you read?"

"I know some."

Zhao, the old woman standing nearby, understood everything in just a couple of glances.

At fifteen years old, she still had some baby fat and hadn't grown tall enough, but her figure was quite good.

Her eyebrows, eyes, and face shape are well-proportioned, with no obvious flaws. Her eyes are clear and focused. Her hair is thick…

On his face... he chuckled inwardly: This must be the piece that bumped into the prince's bundle, right?
His manners, though, clearly lacked formal training; he was surprisingly poised. At least he wasn't trembling with fear or stammering. That's important!

Lady Zhuang had already lost interest in Mo Yi, but she still needed to observe him closely; she had to return and report back. Inwardly, however, she scoffed: What kind of taste does the Prince have?
She's far inferior to me, and I felt a pang of jealousy.

And look at this group behind them, the whole family came? They have no manners at all!

"Aunt Zhao, is there anything else you want to ask?" She couldn't sit still any longer and wanted to leave.

Granny Zhao stood up and walked to Mo Yi's side: "Miss Mo Yi."

Mo Yi gave a slight curtsy again, "Aunt Zhao!"

"Young lady, may I take a look at the injury on your face?"

Why is that tone so polite?
Mo Yi was also a little surprised. She knew I was injured, and that this was not how I looked.

Why would I care about this? Could it be...? That tall, strong figure flashed through my mind, and my nose started to sting...

"Yes... It was from an accidental bump, and the swelling has gone down. The doctor said the mark will take some time to disappear."

"Hmm..." Granny Zhao looked closely and saw that there was no broken skin and it wouldn't leave a scar.

"Does it still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." "Did you attend a girls' school, young lady?"

"I only studied for a year. My family also hired a tutor. My uncle, father, and eldest brother taught me when they had time!"

Mo Da, who was listening from behind, smiled and told them to practice their calligraphy more!

A calligraphy practice book written by your own hand is the perfect gift!

"Hmm. So what do you usually do?"

"I can do some needlework. Nothing else." Mo Yi didn't know what the visitor's purpose was, so she wanted to keep a low profile.

But she suddenly felt that the eyes of the old woman in front of her, Granny Zhao, seemed to be able to see right through her.

Her face flushed slightly, and her back broke out in a sweat.

Mo Rushan smiled and said, "Let Aunt know that Mo Yi is a clever and skillful girl, especially good at growing flowers. Look at the daffodils in this room!"

He pointed to four pots of daffodils; the flowers had already withered, but the leaves remained unchanged.

"These are the ones this girl carved and raised! She plants quite a lot every year, and all my relatives and friends love them!"

Granny Zhao looked at the narcissus and thought it was indeed quite beautiful! She took Mo Yi's hand...

This scene made the Mo family's hearts pound.

Wang's throat tightened with nervousness; she wanted to say something, but no sound came out, unsure of what to say...

Mo Yi's hands were not as soft as those of a noblewoman.

Long and slender, with well-defined knuckles. The fingernails are plump and a pale pink. Hmm, she seems to be in good health.

The skin on the back of my hand is very smooth, but the pads of my fingers are somewhat rough, even hard (from touching stones), probably from doing manual labor.

No incense was used, yet there was no unpleasant odor from his body or breath.

"Yes. Good girl!" Granny Zhao turned to Lady Zhuang: "Lady Zhuang, we've seen the person. Shall we go back and report?"

The female official inwardly looked down on Granny Zhao. "This little girl, can't she understand after just one look?"
Why bother to get closer and ask?
What? You really want to make this scrawny girl your prince's princess? Are you crazy!

Despite his thoughts, he could only politely nod and say, "Okay. Let's go then!"

After saying that, she stood up, gave Mo Rushan a haughty bow, and turned to walk out.

Granny Zhao added, "Lord Mo, we'll be leaving now. We apologize for the inconvenience!"

Reporting back? To the Empress? What will they say?

"The arrival of Lord Zhuang and Aunt Zhao brings great honor to the Mo family; there is no question of disturbing them. You are welcome to visit anytime!" Mo Rushan said politely.

Granny Zhao smiled, turned around and walked out.

Mo Wen and Mo Yuan both stared intently at Lady Zhuang. They were struck by her extraordinary bearing; her inner strength and composure far surpassed that of Wang Xiaowei!
Mo Yi, however, had been keeping an eye on Aunt Zhao.

Although she was gentle in manner, spoke softly, and maintained a constant smile, and didn't put on airs, there was something about her that was hard to describe...

Compared to that, every move Chen Niangzi made that day seemed so deliberate.

And then there's Lady Zhuang, who seems very shallow and boastful...

She's clearly very low-key and humble, but you just can't bring yourself to look down on her...

Mo Rushan waved to Mo Yi.

"Yi Yi! See Aunt Zhao off!" Mo Ruhai reminded her.

Mo Yi then realized what was happening and quickly went outside.

Lady Zhuang turned around, bowed to Granny Zhao, and nodded to Mo Rushan. She then got into the carriage, and it drove away.

Granny Zhao turned around and said to the Mo family, "Master Mo and Miss, please go back! No need to be so polite." She nodded to the Mo family and prepared to get into the carriage.

Seeing my uncle's barely suppressed excitement and anticipation.

The father's anxiety.

There was also the confusion and excitement of the crowd.

Mo Yi took a step forward and said softly, "Aunt Zhao... as you probably know, the Mo family is a small and insignificant family with limited resources. Could you perhaps offer some guidance on what happened today?"

"Don't worry, young lady, this has nothing to do with the safety of the Mo family. If there are any further developments, your aunt will come again. If not... the Mo family will continue to live as before!"

“Yes…” Mo Yi saw that she was unwilling to say, so she didn’t press her further.

Granny Zhao got into the carriage, which, though not luxurious, was quite small. Even the little horse pulling the carriage was very spirited, and it even had a back pocket.

The entire Mo family stared blankly as the wheel rolled away until it disappeared from sight...

It felt like a dream...

(End of this chapter)