"Life is really unpredictable. Black Crow, do you have any deep grudge against the emperor?"
"Revenge for killing my father."
Mu Jinhan was shocked, the killer turned out to have a father?! "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention your pain point."
"It's okay. King Xian is as kind to me as a mountain and treats me like his own son." It turns out that the killer really has no father.
Mu Jinhan nodded mechanically, "Oh, then who is King Xian?"
Wu Ya had never been more patient in his life and answered Mu Jinhan's questions one by one, "King Xian is the half-brother of Hun Jun."
"Oh. My dear brother, why did Hunjun want to kill King Xian?" Mu Jinhan could guess a thing or two with his eyes closed. He must be entangled in the battle for the throne.
"King Xian has the intention to usurp the throne."
"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Besides, King Xian has evil intentions. What kind of revenge are you seeking?"
"but……"
"King Xian is as kind to you as a mountain. He treats you like his own son. He has to avenge you for killing your father. How do you know whether King Xian is deliberately raising you to have an obedient dog to do things for him, or whether he sincerely treats you like his own son?"
"Yeah." Mu Jinhan pouted. After watching too many TV dramas, he knew that King Xian was cultivating a murder tool for his own use. If you look at it more clearly, he had bad intentions and bad intentions.
"People are inherently in a relationship of being used and taking advantage of people."
"When will the injustice be repaid?" Mu Jinhan shook his head and sighed like an old man. This man... is such a good dog.
"..."
At this moment, I could vaguely hear footsteps coming closer and closer outside the door.
Mu Jinhan swallowed the last date, and while hurriedly adjusting his clothes, he whispered instructions to Wuya: "You! Find a place to hide quickly! Under the bed! Under the bed! Quick!"
Wuya held open the bed curtain with one hand. Mu Jinhan was just about to reach out and drag this desperate person. He could climb under the bed and lift the bed curtain directly. If someone caught him in such a blatant manner, both of them would die.
Warped.
Wuya's figure froze, and Mu Jinhan saw only a light and erratic figure. Looking closer, someone was already hanging leisurely on the beam.
After sighing and worshiping, Mu Jinhan put the red hijab on his head again and sat upright.
The door creaked twice, opened and closed.
The sound of footsteps approaching hesitantly.
Chu Nanxi was wearing a wedding robe, her face was a little red, and she smelled of alcohol.