"Prince Jing, is he taking over?"

Baili Gong asked uncertainly, looking at him with calculating eyes.

For some reason, he was obviously a man who had experienced ups and downs, but when he saw a young man who was more than thirty years younger than himself, he was so panicked that his heart trembled.

Mo Yuxiao glanced at him lightly and nodded silently. His thick and slightly curly eyelashes immediately drooped, and an unknown light flashed through his deep and bottomless phoenix eyes.

"Okay, now that Xiao'er has taken over, what else do you have to do, dear friends?"

Mo Lingtian nodded, looked at Baili Gong, who shrank when his son glanced at him, and asked slowly.

All the officials looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Retreat from the court——!"

Upon seeing this, Eunuch Chang announced in a high-pitched voice that he was withdrawing from the court and flicked the whisk in his hand.

Mo Lingtian stood up, walked down the hall, and walked toward the door on the right.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, Long Live Your Majesty!"

A group of officials lifted up their robes and knelt down, but only that white figure still stood upright, unmoved.

After Mo Lingtian's figure left the court, the officials stood up one after another, said goodbye to each other and left.

"Prince Jing, I have resigned."

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Prince Jing."

"Prince Jing, how do you plan to handle this case?"

"Prince Jing..."

…

"Prince Kang, the old minister has taken the first step."

"Prince Kang, I will visit you this afternoon."

"Prince Kang..."

…

The morning ended with these sounds.

"Seventh brother, the song that the seventh brother and sister sang at the Hundred Flowers Banquet was really good."

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Mo Qingye came to Mo Yuxiao when he was going down the steps and said these words that made the man sensitive.

Obviously, even if Mo Yuxiao had any expression, it would not show on his face.

“Really good.”

Mo Yuxiao replied calmly, his phoenix eyes showed no trace of emotion, and his walking speed continued unabated. The movement of walking made the white robe without any stains float up.

"Does the seventh brother know what song the seventh brother and sister are singing?"

Mo Qingye curled his lips and smiled faintly. The black eyes that were full of pain yesterday were faint now, without any hint of smile.

The fluttering blue court clothes floated regularly, like a sea of ​​splashing water.

"I have never asked."

Mo Yuxiao moved his pale lips, and he felt a pain in his heart when Mo Qingye asked him this question.

When Mo Qingye asked this, he was reminded of that song. The words of that song were such that only those who were deeply hurt by the one they loved could sing such a sad voice.

Has she been hurt by someone? And this person is the man next to him?

"Oh? I thought my seventh brother would know."

He didn't hear any change in Mo Yuxiao's voice, and he felt a flash of disappointment.

This man doesn't like You'er!! So is You'er destined to be hurt by him?

Get hurt again?...

"Third brother, if you want to know, just ask Youyou."

Mo Yuxiao said indifferently, his voice became much colder, and the big hands hidden under the white sleeves unconsciously grasped them.

For some reason, when he thought that Qiao Jinyou loved Mo Qingye, he felt heartbroken. He seemed to hear a 'click' sound...

"...Okay, the Japanese king will come and ask."

That affectionate name made Mo Qingye's smile freeze for a moment. Soon, he smiled again and said softly.

Then, he left with a relaxed pace.

Mo Yuxiao looked at his back coldly, her phoenix eyes changing...

Mengmeng has created a group. If you want to advance, don’t retreat. If you want to retreat, don’t advance. Thank you for your cooperation.

'hyo' feather silk
Chapter completed!