He suddenly stopped talking, as if he had a change of heart. This man in the wheelchair seemed to unconditionally support this woman. He agreed with everything she said. How could a man like that pos...The great master of the Ming lamp was very good at making excuses. No matter what An Xuetang said, he insisted that he wasn't anyone else, and everything he did was in accordance with heaven's will, his duty in the world.

An Xuetang was furious listening to these words. Seeing that nothing could be said, An Xuetang's icy eyes stared at him, "Master, are you not afraid of not being able to leave Beijang王府 today"

Hearing An Xue Tang's naked threat, Ming Deng Master didn't worry at all. He smirked and said, "I'm afraid King Beijiang wouldn't be willing to let this old man die now."

"......"

Mo Yunjing's eyes, deep and cold as an abyss, narrowed slightly.

And An Xue Tang had some confusion in her eyes. She subconsciously looked at Mo Yun Jing, seeing his calm face, she blinked.

And Master Ming Deng's gaze fell on Mo Yun Jing at this moment, "The prince's handsome face is truly inherited from her."

Mo Yun Jing's expression remained calm. He stared at Master Ming Deng in silence for a moment, his emotionless voice finally spoke, "Master, do you know my mother"

"!"

An Xuetang was slightly taken aback, obviously not expecting this.

Before she could ask anything, Master Ming Deng chuckled a few times, “Old man, I wouldn’t say I knew the late Empress. However, I did meet her once before she entered the palace.”

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, "So Master thinks that just because you know the North Frontier King's mother, we will let you leave safely today"

The Ming Deng master's smirk grew more pronounced. He stopped looking at An Xue Tang and fixed his gaze on Mo Yun Jing instead, the two locked in a silent battle of wills.

In the end, it was Master Ming Deng who conceded first, breaking the silence. "Your Highness," he said, "don't you wish to know what happened to the late Empress"

The former empress's remains were not in the imperial mausoleum, and he was well aware of that fact, as was the King of Beijiang.

He had been waiting for the King of Beijang to bring it up himself, but he didn't expect the King of Beijang to be so patient.

Since he didn't bring it up, then he would have to. He knew those secrets, enough to ensure his safe departure from the Bei Jiang Wang Fu today.

An Xuetang listened to Master Ming Deng's words, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "What do you mean by that, Master"

"Once I die, I fear the Prince and Princess will never learn anything about the late Empress again."

Let's just say it plainly.

He wanted to see what expression Mo Yunjing would have, but who knew that the King of Beijiang was so calm, as if the person he had just spoken about wasn't Mo Yunjing's beloved mother.

An Xuetang heard that the Ming Deng Master actually dared to use such a message to threaten Mo Yunjing. Her face was as cold as ice, and she held a silver needle in her hand at some point, ready to throw it out.

Ke Ming's a master of martial arts, his gaze swept across An Xue Tang's hand slowly and steadily. "Your Highness, before you make a move, think carefully about the former empress and the women in the manor who are now unconscious."

"!"

An Xuetang frowned. He actually knew Zhi'er.

How did Master Ming Deng recognize Zhi'er, who had been hidden by Yun Rui and been in a coma for so many years

Seeing the fleeting confusion in An Xuetang's eyes, Master Ming Deng smiled and said, "As for the relationship between the late Empress and that woman, I believe His Royal Highness must have spent a long time without a clue, right"

Moyu Jing's black eyes were deep, and his gaze seemed to hold some unknown emotion. He simply stared at Master Ming Deng.

In a flash, no one knew how he did it, but Master Ming Deng’s neck was already gripped by his icy hand.

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes slightly, without making a sound.

And the face of Master Ming Deng, who was being choked, didn't show a hint of panic or fear.

He stared at Mo Yunjing calmly, a smirk playing on his lips.

He wasn't gambling, and because he knew Mo Yunjing well enough, he knew that he wouldn't kill him at this time.

Mo Yunjing's eyes seemed to see right through his thoughts, and under Master Ming Deng's unwavering gaze, Mo Yunjing's grip on his neck tightened gradually. the crib and his gaze fell on the baby.Originally, the young master was still crying, but when Feng Ming came over, he subconsciously stopped crying.Ning'er and the others all felt curious, but no on...