Chapter 7: The little white-faced person who beat him to death

"I... know." Ting Yue nodded ignorantly.

"Ting Yue, if you don't agree with my approach, I will give you a sum of money and send you away." For a person who has no such painful experience as himself, it is impossible for her to experience her own skin pain. Yao Mowan doesn't blame Ting Yue, but she can't take the risk of leaving someone who has doubts about her by her side.

"In Ting Yue's eyes, everything the lady does is right! In the future, as long as the lady gives instructions, Ting Yue will sacrifice her life and will do whatever she wants!" Ting Yue said one by one, sonorous and powerful.

"It's cold, go back..." Yao Mowan pursed her cherry lips slightly and looked at Ting Yue with a smile. She believed that one day, Ting Yue would understand what she meant, but now, it's time for her to have a good night's sleep.

The next day, Yao Tu reported the fire in the woodshed to Yao Zhenting in an understatement. Yao Zhenting would not take such trivial matters to heart, and just took it over, and it was considered a solution.

"How is the Queen's Mourning?" In the study, Yao Zhenting leaned on the chair exhausted and asked inquisitively. Since the emperor claimed to the outside world that the queen died of dysfunction, he naturally had to buried Yao Moxin with the queen's etiquette. As a family member of the Yao Xiang Mansion, he would inevitably have to be filial and keep a soul.

"Go back to the master, everything is ready, just wait for the court to set a date." Yao Tu reported respectfully.

"Okay, you go down!" Yao Zhenting softened his temple with his fingers. Yao Moxin and Prince Su were in vain, and he had no choice but to die. Now he only hopes that Yao Moxin's affairs will not affect the position of the Yao family in the emperor's mind, otherwise it would be more than worth the loss.

"Master... Lou Yuxin has been dealt with, and Yunde opera troupe has also moved away from the imperial city and will never come back." Yao Tu reported in a low voice.

"I can't help but feel sorry for my hatred if I kill her. If she hadn't had a daughter who was a concubine, I would have killed her with my own hands!" Yao Zhenting frowned, and his hand pressed on his temple became more and more powerful.

"The old slave took his leave." Yao Tu never said much, which is one of the reasons why Yao Zhenting trusted him.

Ninghua Pavilion

The sunlight shone mottled shadows through the crisscrossing window lattices. On the bed, Yao Mowan's beautiful eyes suffocated, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the brocade mattress that was tightly clasped by her hands was wrinkled.

"Ah-Zhong'er!" A shrill voice suddenly sounded, and Yao Mowan suddenly stood up and gasped heavily. Although in a dream, the scene of the cold palace was extremely realistic when it appeared in Yao Mowan's mind, making her feel as if she was there.

"Miss, are you okay?" At this time, Ting Yue ran in after hearing the sound and asked worriedly.

"It's okay... I'm just having a nightmare, has Liu woken up?" Yao Mowan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes without any trace, and let out a long breath.

"Here I'm here, I'm waiting in the hall." Ting Yue responded accordingly.

"Why didn't you wake me up? Take the clothes over." Yao Mowan raised her eyes and looked out the window, guessing that it was almost noon.

"I think the lady is too tired, so I can't bear to wake her up." Seeing Yao Mowan anxious, Ting Yue immediately took off her clothes from the clothes hanger and helped Yao Mowan clean it.

When Yao Mowan walked out of the inner room, Liu Xingzheng stood respectfully in the center of the hall.

"Why didn't you sit and wait?" Yao Mowan spoke suspiciously.

"Liu Xing is a slave, so how can you wait for the lady?" Seeing Yao Mowan walk out, Liu Xing's eyes subconsciously showed joy. Yao Mowan saw all this in her eyes, and a trace of helplessness flashed in her heart.

"Is Lou Yuxin dead?" Yao Mowan did not let Liu Xing sit down, and asked him to figure out this relationship, so as not to deeply root in love and seek hardship.

"Miss is indeed a perfect dream. Last night, Liu Xing asked someone to secretly follow Lou Yuxin, watching him being beaten to death by several masked people." Liu Xing looked at Yao Mowan in admiration.
Chapter completed!