"Father," Biying shouted sadly, "what my father said is wrong. Even if my father is alive, even if he is disabled, I still have something to think about and someone to rely on. If my father dies, I will be the only one left in this world.
Ah, how am I going to survive?”
Biying said, her face already covered with tears.
The onlookers were originally disdainful of Qiao Xiangrong's actions, but when they heard Biying say this, they sighed again.
"What a sin~"
"Although Qiao Xiangrong is hateful, he does have a good daughter."
"Yes, when I heard her missing the princess, I wanted to kill him, but after hearing what his daughter said, I felt that he didn't actually need to die."
"Alas! Me too, my mood is very complicated now."
"What's complicated? He deserves to die!"
A loud voice sounded in the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.
After everyone looked over, they started talking again.
Mu Zhao asked Tang Wenkang, "Who is this?"
Tang Wenkang did not answer directly, but asked Mu Zhao with a smile, "Do you believe me so much?"
Mu Zhao said naturally: "We are friends, so of course I trust you."
Tang Wenkang was stunned.
He thought Brother Zhao would say, since you are the minister of Dali Temple in the capital, you naturally know all the major and minor matters in the capital.
But he didn't expect what he heard would be like this.
These words seemed to make him happier than praising him as the Minister of Dali Temple.
He couldn't figure out why, so he asked Mu Zhao, "Why do you believe me when we are friends?"
"What's the reason for this? Since I regard you as a friend, I naturally recognize your character and abilities."
Tang Wenkang felt that his whole body was filled with joy.
Mu Zhao asked him, "Isn't that what you think?"
"Of course I think so," Tang Wenkang patted his chest, "I protect my friend Tang Wenkang, and I trust him!"
"Well," Mu Zhao looked at the man who was sarcastic towards Qiao Xiangrong and his daughter and asked Tang Wenkang, "So, who is that man?"
"Ah?" Tang Wenkang was in an erratic mood, and for a moment he didn't realize what Mu Zhao meant.
Mu Zhao raised his chin towards the man, "him"
Tang Wenkang saw the man come to his senses, "Oh, he, his name is Duan Liang, and he is also a famous painter. He lost to Qiao Xiangrong in the traditional Chinese painting competition, and he has regarded Qiao Xiangrong as his mortal enemy since then."
Mu Zhao nodded, "No wonder he wants to add insult to injury."
After Mu Zhao finished speaking, another person rushed out, "Duan! Don't add insult to injury here."
Duan Liang turned around and said, "Hey~ which dog was barking at that time? It turned out to be Qiao Xiangrong's watchdog?"
The visitor was a young man.
Tang Wenkang didn't wait for Mu Zhao to ask him, and said, "This man's name is Qiao Hai, and he is Qiao Xiangrong's adopted son."
Qiao Hai scolded Duan Liang, "Duan, don't be proud. My foster father is only temporarily lonely, and he will definitely make a comeback in the future."
"Come back?" Duan Liang laughed as if he heard a big joke, "What nonsense are you talking about? He offended Mu Zhao. I think he will die today."
"You...my foster father will be fine! As long as my sister Ying is here, the princess will definitely spare my foster father's death."
Biying looked at Qiao Hai gratefully, "Brother Hai, thank you."
"You're welcome, let's wait for the princess to come out together."
After waiting for a while, the door of Mu Mansion was opened.
Everyone looked over together. The first sound was the sound of a wheelchair, and then Mu Ruogu was slowly pushed out.