C6 On account

"All of you, withdraw for This King."

"Yes sir!"

Following the voice of a dignified yet gentle voice, the horses that were right in front of Mo Xiyan took a few steps back. At the same time, the dozens of people surrounding her also took several meters back.

This King? This person was actually the king?

But why would a dignified prince suddenly come here?

Was he looking for the masked guy?

Or could it be that this person was the one who was holding back the man?

He did not know why, but when he thought of this, Mo Xiyan's heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

While Mo Xiyan was lost in thoughts, the Duke had already flipped down from his horse and stood in front of her.

From her line of sight, she could only see the golden lines intertwined, the boots of a golden-white dragon, and the hem of a robe embroidered with auspicious clouds.

Truly luxurious. Truly worthy of the title of prince.

Of course, it was because of his identity that Mo Xiyan was wary of him.

As the saying goes, the royal family has no children. In other words, those born in the royal family, no matter how good their nature was, would have many children born in their womb.

This is slightly contrary to the way of life in the world before us.

After all, in this era where the Undying World sees only fists, in this era where people must be more powerful than force value s, it was inevitable that they had more authority.

Currently, if she did not have the force value s that could absolutely crush her opponent, then she would not be able to win the other party's power.

Therefore, Mo Xiyan wisely retracted her edge once again, and tried to make herself look as harmless as possible.

Of course, she didn't really have much to do.

As long as the original owner's petite figure was present, and she lowered her head and trembled slightly, people would feel that she was weak, bullying, and harmless.

"Miss, this ?" I am Murong Jin, and am not a bad person, and I don't have any intention of making things difficult for you. I stopped you just to ask a question. "

After saying that, Murong Jin slightly smiled, and continued speaking, "Have you seen a man dressed in black, who was injured while passing by?"

His tone was very gentle, without any airs of arrogance. He was extremely approachable.

Murong Jin... This name represented good in the original owner's memory.

It was only because when the original owner was seven years old, the fifth son of His Majesty, who was also this Murong Jin, had once saved her from being pushed down the pond by Mo Qingwei.

From then on, the original owner was infatuated with the three words Murong Jin.

Yes, that was how precocious ancient women were.

He hadn't fully developed it yet, but he already had someone he liked.

She even secretly decided not to marry him.

Unfortunately, the Goddess had intentions, and the King Xiang had no intentions.

When she had saved him all those years ago, Murong Jin had not had any impression of her at all.

Of course, with the original owner's identity, it would naturally be easy to find a Murong Jin.

As long as she waited until the age of 30, she could ask her mother to tell the empress about it.

But the bad thing was that when she was twelve years old, the imperial edict that suddenly fell upon her head gave her marriage with Murong Quan, the crown prince.

Although she didn't want to marry to Murong Quan.

But she had no choice but to bury all of her adoration for Murong Jin, and wait with all her heart for her future future husband.

To Mo Xiyan, this was something completely unimaginable.

As far as she was concerned, once she saw something she wanted, she had to take it. No matter the cost, she had to do it.

"You're a troublemaker. Why aren't you responding to the question?"

Seeing that Mo Xiyan had not spoken for a long time, Xu Hua, who was standing behind him, angrily walked forward, and pushed her without the slightest pity, his tone filled with ill intent, "Tell me, have you seen a man clothed in black, with heavy injuries!"

"Ugh!"

The defenseless Mo Xiyan was pushed right in the middle, she stumbled and fell to the ground, which also let her train of thoughts in an instant.

"I, I don't know ?"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, vividly depicting the word 'terrified'.

"How could you not know? We can receive ?"

"Xu Hua, step down!"

Murong Jin interrupted Xu Hua, his tone becoming much more vicious than before.

Xu Hua seemed to understand that he had said something wrong and snorted coldly, retreating back behind Murong Jin.

"This King's defense was not strict. Is the lady hurt?"

Murong Jin said as he reached out his right hand in front of Mo Xiyan, his tone once again becoming gentle and patient.

Mo Xiyan timidly raised her head, and with embarrassment, she placed her hand on his palm.

"I'm not hurt, I really didn't see it. Young master, do you believe me?"

Murong Jin frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed. He smilingly looked at Mo Xiyan and lightly nodded, "This king naturally trusts you."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Mo Xiyan lowered her eyes and said softly.

As expected, he had no impression of the original owner.

The indifference and estrangement in her eyes made Mo Xiyan feel pity for the original owner.

"Since lady has not seen it, this king will not disturb you too much. Goodbye."

With that, Murong Jin returned to the side of his horse, turned and sat down on the horse, waved his whip, and left.

The dozens of people that followed him also left.

Mo Xiyan's line of sight finally widened up.

After she was sure that he had truly left, she continued to move deeper into the back mountain.

Only after she turned around, Murong Jin, who should have left, stopped.

"Xu Hua, bring two people with you and follow her."

"Your Highness, what do you mean?" Xu Hua asked, slightly taken aback.

Murong Jin snorted, "Murong Yu is heavily injured, and escaping is not far, but the woman said that she did not see him, do you think that is possible?"

Only then did Xu Hua come to a realization, "Yes, Your Highness, this subordinate will capture him and torture him."

Murong Jin frowned and thought for a while before replying, "No, as long as you follow behind her carefully and confirm Murong Yu's hiding place, you should be careful not to alert his."

"But that woman ?"

"No, do as This King says." Xu Hua wanted to refute him, but he was interrupted by Murong Jin once again.

Seeing his unyielding attitude, Xu Hua naturally did not dare to say anymore, and immediately took the order to bring the person over, and quietly followed.

If Murong Jin's plans were to be matched with an ordinary girl, it might really be flawless.

It was a pity that he was facing the transmigrated ability user, Mo Xiyan.

Xu Hua had just followed her and was already discovered by her.

After that, she changed her mind and headed towards the deep mountains, directly going around the back of the mountain and heading towards the Prime Minister's Estate.

Halfway up the mountain, she seemed to be tired from walking and rested while leaning on the tree stem.

Seeing that, Xu Hua and the rest stopped, at a place ten metres away, they also relied on the tree stem to rest, maintaining a distance from her.

Mo Xiyan seemed to have really fallen asleep.

It was hard to tell if he was infected or not, but he started to doze off as well.

Not long after, their snores began to sound out one after another.

At this time, Mo Xiyan, who should have been asleep a long time ago, straightened her clothes and stood up.