Every time Mo Yunjing calls himself this king, it means he is going to take serious action. At present, she can only find a way to stabilize him.

This is Jinchuan Temple, no matter what, you can't do anything here.

Looking at her nervous look, Mo Yunjing finally laughed, then turned over and lay next to her, holding her tightly in her arms with one hand.

An Xuetang's head was pressed against his heart. Listening to his heartbeat that was beating a little faster, a sweet smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

The two of them had a rare time to lie together quietly. Mo Yunjing gently stroked her long hair with one hand, and spoke slowly with a low voice:

"Tangtang, don't tell Ziling and his brother about the baby's bones."

An Xuetang blinked her big eyes, "Why? Ziling is fine, after all, he is still a child, and he shouldn't worry too much, but why don't you plan to tell your brother? He is also the son of his mother and has the right to know about this."

"I will tell him until I find out the truth. Don't bother him with these things now. My brother's body needs to be calm."

An Xuetang nodded when he thought of Mo Yunchen's physical condition. As a result, Mo Yunchen is now suffering from broken arms and poisoned. His physical condition is very bad. If he is disturbed by these troubles, it will not be conducive to his physical recovery.

Thinking of this, An Xuetang nodded softly, "Okay, I won't talk about this, but A Jing, do you really believe that the body of the baby was the child that the mother was pregnant with back then?"

"Half-believing and half-doubting."

Mo Yunjing's eyes were deep and silent for a moment, "But whenever his mother returned from Jinchuan Temple, she did mention the abbot of begging to me and my brother. She seemed to believe in the abbot of begging, so she told the abbot of begging these things, which sounded very credible."

An Xuetang pursed her lips, "The beggar master does seem to have a face that makes people subconsciously want to trust, but we can't always believe his one-sided words. I think we still have to check the origin of that baby."

To be honest, except for Mo Yunjing, Fengming and Mo Junyi, she did not trust people so easily. Everything about begging for alms seems to be well-founded, but she still thinks she has to be careful.

You cannot unconditionally believe everything he said just because he has the portrait of the Queen in his hand.

Mo Yunjing was more cautious than hers. He nodded, "I will ask Yun Si to check after returning home."

"A Jing, what I was thinking in my heart is that if I had begged for alms and didn't lie, then the person who sneaked into my mother's room and told her not to resist... would it be her so-called childhood sweetheart?"

"And the man who came to grab the portrait, who would he be? Does it have anything to do with his mother's childhood sweetheart back then?"

"And the death of that child. Who did they meet after being carried out from the palace by a maid? Why did those people kill such a cruel baby in the cradle like Liang?"

What kind of hatred can make those people so angry that they pinch the baby's nose and suffocate her to death. Not only that, they also cut off her limbs before she died.

The doubts raised by An Xuetang were hovering in Mo Yunjing's mind, and it was something he couldn't understand.

In addition to these questions, he wanted to know who stole the body of his mother's mother from the imperial tomb.

Those who can steal corpses from the imperial tombs silently should not be underestimated.

After An Xuetang asked these questions, he suddenly patted his forehead, "A Jing, I'm sorry!"

"Why did you apologize suddenly?"

"Look at what questions I'm asking. If you know these things, you won't be in such a passive situation."
Chapter completed!