Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 23: They ate even the scraps and the bowl!

Emperor Mo Yao was in an extremely cheerful mood. After lunch, he was still not satisfied and even wanted to keep his 'daughters-in-law' for dinner before they left.

Fortunately, King Murong Jing of Qin refused.

On the way back to the manor, Su Mowan's face was extremely sour, and even Qinghe, who was usually very talkative, did not dare to speak, but just obediently shrank to the side.

Finally arriving at the gate of the Prince Qin's mansion, the carriage came to a stop. Su Mowan, who had been waiting impatiently, jumped down and headed towards the gate of the mansion before Qinghe and Yinshuang could get off.

Qinghe and Yinshuang, who got out of the carriage, looked at each other, then glanced at their own prince who had just gotten out of the carriage, and silently followed.

Shen Muyue got off the bus a step too late.

When she got out of the car, she found that Su Mowan had already strode across the threshold, leaving only an arrogant back view.

She immediately scoffed in a low voice: "Spoiled and arrogant!"

After she finished speaking, she turned to Murong Jing with a smile and said, "Your Highness, what's wrong with Sister Su? She seems a little unhappy?"

Murong Jing calmly uttered a few words: "How would I know?"

The words Shen Muyue wanted to say suddenly stuck in her throat, and she could only force a dry laugh and say, "Then why doesn't Your Highness go and ask?"

Murong Jing glanced at her indifferently: "You go in my place."

"..."

Shen Muyue bit her lip, regretting saying those words!

Back at the east gate, she abruptly turned and headed towards the west courtyard, leaving Caiwei and Caihong no choice but to follow.

Su Mowan returned to the west courtyard, took off her outer robe, threw it hard on the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a big gulp, which made Qinghe, who was standing next to her, glare.

"Oh dear, Consort Su! Granny Wei instructed us not to drink it cold! The tea is all cold now!"

Qinghe quickly snatched the teacup from her hand. At this moment, Yinshuang came in, followed by Granny Wei. Su Mowan turned her head and saw what Granny Wei was holding.

"..."

Su Mowan gritted her teeth: "I won't drink it! Take it away, take it away!"

Granny Wei smiled and leaned closer: "Consort Su, this is not the time to be temperamental! You should nourish yourself and drink what you need to drink! This old servant is acting on the Empress's orders!"

As she spoke, she pushed the red date and bird's nest soup towards Su Mowan: "Consort Su, please drink it while it's hot, the Prince will be checking the empty bowls later! This old servant will have something to report back to!"

"..."

Su Mowan took a step back.

She took a deep breath, then suddenly took the bowl, her smile turning somewhat sinister: "Alright, I'll drink it. Granny Wei can go back and report now."

Granny Wei's smile froze on her face, and she said with difficulty, "That empty bowl..."

"I even ate the crumbs and the bowl."

"...Then Consort Su, please drink slowly! This old servant will go and report!"

Granny Wei shrank back and quickly retreated.

Su Mowan was satisfied. She took the bowl to the window, where a lush flowerbed stretched out.

Qinghe felt Su Mowan's gaze and took two steps back: "Consort Su, this servant knows nothing! I didn't see anything!"

Yinshuang silently lowered her head.

Su Mowan flicked her wrist, then thought for a moment and withdrew her hand.

"Qinghe, come and drink it."

It's food, after all; we can't waste it.

Qinghe took two or three steps back, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, and begged for mercy, "No, no! The prince will skin me alive!"

Yinshuang lowered her head even further.

Su Mowan frowned: "That's a real pity."

"What's a pity?"

Shen Muyue stood outside the door, raising an eyebrow, while Caiwei and Caihong stood behind her.

Su Mowan turned her head and saw it. Her eyes lit up, and she simply took the bowl and went over to her. She said with a forced smile, "Consort Shen, you've come at the right time. This is a tonic bestowed by the Prince. It's very nourishing! Consort Shen is frail, so I'll just take this opportunity to present it to the Buddha."

Shen Muyue's expression changed, and she reached out and knocked the bowl out of Su Mowan's hand.

"Snapped--"

Broken.

"Su Mowan! Do you need to put on this fake show of smugness? So what if you climbed into the prince's bed with your seductive charm? What's there to be proud of!"

"Consort Su, how are you?!"

Qinghe exclaimed in surprise when she saw that Su Mowan's skirt was soaked.