After hearing an obvious "coo" sound, Mrs. Chen's face froze and she hurriedly put the tea cup in her hand on the table.

Before the difference was settled, she had already rushed out the door anxiously.

The servant looked at the cup of rose tea meaningfully.

Not long after, Ms. Chen came in holding her stomach.

When she entered, she held the door frame with her hands and looked weak.

A few strands of hair were wet and stuck to her forehead. She supported the door frame and wiped the sweat with her sleeves, then slowly crossed the threshold and came in, "This, this rose brown sugar tea is too powerful!"

The servant only pretended not to know what happened to her, and asked with concern, "Aunt Chen, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know the reason for this rose brown sugar tea..."

Mrs. Chen frowned and sat down on the couch softly.

She looked at the jar and said to herself, "Maybe this is a specialty of Xixiang Mountain. And Xixiang Mountain is thousands of miles away from the capital. Maybe this specialty of Xixiang Mountain is not acclimatized to the local environment when it arrives in the capital?"

"Acclimatized?"

"Yes! Maybe the rose brown sugar tea from Xixiangshan is not suitable for me, a Beijinger."

The more Chen spoke, the more confident his expression became.

It seemed that she was feeling unwell right now, and it was really because of this.

"That must be the case! After all, this is midsummer. The rose brown sugar tea must have been spoiled all the way back to the capital!"

Servant: "..."

I admire this old lady’s imagination, it’s so rich!

"Aunt Chen, then..."

Before he could finish his words, Mrs. Chen said "ouch" again, holding her stomach and rushing out the door.

The servant chuckled and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

After going back and forth like this three or four times, Chen finally couldn't hold it any longer.

On the fifth time, before she could even run out of the door, her vision went dark, her body went limp and she fell directly on the threshold.

Two lines of black and green blood flowed from her nostrils.

Seeing this, the servant shouted at the top of his lungs, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly! Aunt Chen has fainted! Please call the doctor!"

At the corner, Yun Wanning took a few steps back calmly, and the figures of the master and servant Ruyan were hidden behind the lush branches, with a cold smile on her lips.

"Princess, will Chen die?"

Ruyan asked softly.

She has been with Yun Wanning for so long, and she can guess what her princess is thinking.

But this time...

She wasn't sure what Yun Wanning was thinking!

That jar of rose brown sugar tea might have killed Chen?

"die?"

Yun Wanning sneered, "For her, death is liberation. Do you think this princess will be so kind and compassionate to let her escape?"

With just one sentence, Ruyan understood what she meant.

——She wants to make Chen’s life worse than death!

It's the same with Yun Wanning, and it's the same with Mo Ye!

After Yun Zhensong tremblingly chose to let Mr. Chen die...

Mo Ye looked at him with a look that was even more contemptuous, "I have always asked Duke Ying to be greedy, fearful and shameless. Today, the king has finally seen what it means to be 'honest and not deceived by rumors'."

"At a critical moment of life and death, pushing a woman out to block a knife is something only Ying Guogong can do, right?"

Yun Zhensong's face turned red.

But now, all face and manly dignity have been thrown out of the window by him!

At this moment, he just wants to survive!

"Your Majesty."

He said shamelessly and with courage, "This matter was originally done by the Chen family. I just wanted to do justice for God and let the bad guys get the punishment they deserve!"

"Wushuang is my wife. Now that the cause of her death has been made public, I naturally..."

He was in severe pain all over his body.

At this moment, he endured the severe pain and tried his best to say these complete words.

Before he finished speaking, he gasped in pain and his old face wrinkled up.

Yun Zhensong groaned in pain, and then Mo Ye said again, "You knew clearly that it was Mrs. Chen who did it, but you allowed her to do such nonsense. Yun Zhensong, you didn't do anything wrong at all?"

At this time, he is still talking eloquently?!

If it wasn't necessary to take action, Mo Ye would have really wanted to rip off his head and kick it like a ball!

He didn't take action, but Ru Mo couldn't help it...

"Master, I really can't stand it anymore! Let me kill him!"

Ru Mo gritted his teeth and said, "How nice was Mrs. Yun back then? She is also the mother of our princess! Teaching the princess so well proves that Mrs. Yun is an excellent person!"

"This Yun Zhensong dares to turn a blind eye and let Mr. Chen kill Mrs. Yun."

"Let your subordinates do what is right for heaven!"

With that said, Ru Mo pulled out the sharp sword from his waist.

When the sharp sword comes out, its sharpness is striking.

Yun Zhensong was so frightened that his body went limp, and a stream of cold sweat rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Could it be that his life is really going to be in Mo Ye's hands today?!

Today is his birthday!

"Your Majesty!"

He shouted hurriedly, his voice trembling unbelievably, "Your Majesty, please spare my life, Your Majesty, please spare your life!"

Unfortunately, it is too late to beg for mercy at this time...

Although Mo Ye didn't mean it, he immediately killed him.

But it was his intention to let him learn a lesson!

Therefore, he did not stop Ru Mo from taking action.

Seeing that Mo Ye didn't say anything to stop him, Ru Mo raised his sharp sword and pointed it at Yun Zhensong. His hand shook slightly and the sword turned. Yun Zhensong only felt the sword light flashing, and he was so scared that he quickly closed it.

Eye!

Unexpectedly, there was no pain for a while.

Yun Zhensong carefully opened his eyes and touched his face.

——This head is still intact on the neck?!

He glanced at Ru Mo in horror, and met his teasing eyes.

Yun Zhensong's whole body was filled with fear, and then he collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

What does it mean to survive a disaster? At this moment, he really realized it!

I just looked down and saw a bunch of beard on the ground.

Only then did he belatedly touch his chin... half of it was bald, but the other half of his beard was still hanging.

It is conceivable that Ru Mo's sword cut off half of his beard just now!

Yun Zhensong's face froze.

"My hand was shaking just now, otherwise it wouldn't just be half of your beard that would be shaved off."

But half of his face!

Ru Mo sneered, "My master intends to keep your dog alive, you should be grateful."

Mo Ye looked at him coldly.

It took a while for Yun Zhensong to come back to his senses. The three souls and seven souls that had just been scared out of his body by Ru Mo seemed to have returned to their places... He hurriedly got up and kowtowed to Mo Ye.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your great kindness, and thank you for not killing me!"

After escaping death, Yun Zhensong finally cried.

Just as he was still swallowing his thanks, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

The footsteps approached the main hall and soon reached the door.
Chapter completed!