"I am incompetent, my lord. There are animals guarding that room and the Yang siblings spoke too softly. I could not hear what the Yang siblings said. Please punish me!" Mo Lei knelt on the ground, a look of defeat on his face.

Raising his hand, Long Xuanmo still gazed at the opposite side, the bright moonlight softly spilling over his cold and enchanting face, as if a banished celestial being graced the mortal realm.

Mo Lei obeyed and stood up.

Mo Mei respectfully reported, "Your Highness, after an investigation, it has been confirmed that Ms. Yang was indeed smart and clever before. At the age of five, she suddenly developed a high fever that damaged her brain, causing her to become simple-minded. This lasted until a few months ago when Ms. Yang fell from a tree, injuring her head and falling into a coma for three days and two nights.

After being treated by Doctor Li and Doctor Luo from the village, she came to and was no longer simple-minded;

Both the Yang family and the villagers say it was an old Taoist priest who cured Ms. Yang of her foolishness and taught her many things. According to their descriptions, the old Taoist priest had a benevolent appearance with a celestial aura, especially a red mole the size of a grain of rice on his right earlobe."

Suddenly turning around, Long Xuanmo stared directly at Mo Mei, his pitch-black eyes like the endless abyss of the universe, giving Mo Mei the illusion that another glance would suck her in. She hurriedly lowered her head.

"I wrote a secret letter back home to verify, and indeed, the elder gentleman visited Yangliu Village a few years ago. He told the Yang family that Ms. Yang's spirit was incomplete, which caused her simple-mindedness. When fate permitted, she would naturally become exceedingly clever and unrivaled, blessed with boundless wealth and good fortune!"

"Exceedingly clever and unrivaled, blessed with boundless wealth and good fortune?" Long Xuanmo murmured with an indecipherable intent in his voice.

Mo Lei and the others all bowed their heads and held their breath, fearing they might disturb His Highness.

"No wonder the little girl knows so much about novel things. It was all the old man's doing." Long Xuanmo's lips curved up in a slight smile, his doubts alleviated and his mood visibly lighter. "His Highness and the little girl truly have a special fate. However, I have previously offended her in succession. What do you think I should do to gain the little girl's forgiveness?"

Everyone unanimously glanced at Mo Yun.

Scratching his nose sheepishly, Mo Yun silently complained to himself: Why are they looking at me? Ms. Yang is no ordinary person, and my usual tricks are of no use to her.

Being a woman, Mo Mei had more delicate perceptions: "Your Highness, based on my observations, Ms. Yang cares deeply about her family. Perhaps you can start by showing concern for her relatives, such as greeting the elderly or nurturing Ms. Yang's elder brother. Ms. Yang is not heartless.

Over time, I am sure she will be moved and will forgive Your Highness."

After some thought, everyone nodded in agreement, and Long Xuanmo seemed contemplative.

Who knew that Mo Mei would suddenly introduce a twist: "But—"

Everyone glared at Mo Mei, annoyed by her dramatic pause that set their hearts racing. Long Xuanmo's eyes narrowed slightly.

Mo Mei's heart skipped a beat: "Ms. Yang is a girl with strong opinions, Your Highness. It would be best to inform Ms. Yang in advance of any plans, or it might backfire." Having said that, she quickly lowered her head.

His Highness had never shown such humility in front of the Emperor before, but now he must condescend to curry favor with Ms. Yang, all the while taking into account her feelings. It is indeed hard for His Highness, but Ms. Yang is worth it. Just as Mo Ju said, Ms. Yang is kind and merciful, yet decisive and resolute, a perfect match for His Highness.

Waving his hand to dismiss everyone, Long Xuanmo turned to look at the pitch-black room opposite. His fair and slender fingers gently tapped the window ledge, and his dark pupils pierced with puzzlement, like a green butterfly that lost its way in a misty forest of flowers, fluttering and dancing.

The next morning, after breakfast, Yang Mengchen led Old Hai and seven others to the ancestral hall.

In the end, Yang Chengyou chose to pursue a career in the government and now followed behind Old Hai.

Over two hundred children had been waiting early, as the village chief and Lizheng had already informed them the day before. Sister Mengchen had found them several teachers with vast knowledge and instructed them to study diligently, making sure they wouldn't disgrace the village. Now, seeing Old Hai and his companions, they immediately bowed and collectively greeted, "Good morning, teacher."

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