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Fu Mo's forehead was covered with black lines, his handsome face was like this, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. After a moment, he said embarrassedly: "You are not that cruel, are you?"

An Tingyu raised her lips meaningfully, then lowered them coldly, "Who knows! You haven't pounced on me yet, have you? If you pounced on me, I would know."

Fu Mo rolled his eyes.

Pounce?

What a joke! An Tingyu's words were clearly a threat. He still wanted his 'son' to live well in the world!

"Master Imperial Master, we're here!"

The carriage stopped and the coachman outside reported respectfully.

Fu Mo got off the carriage, turned around and stretched out his hand. An Tingyu was stunned for a moment, then put her hand in his and slowly walked down with his support, but...

"You can let go now!" An Tingyu said with a frown.

Fu Mo raised his lips with a half-smile and said, "What does it matter? Aren't we uncle and nephew? It's only natural for us to love each other, right?"

An Tingyu smiled coldly, "Now you remember that we are uncle and nephew? You really know how to love each other, but I am a very contradictory person. I prefer to love and kill each other. Now that we are holding hands and 'loving' each other, can I kill each other?"

"No, otherwise my father, your grandfather will be sad."

"What on earth are you going to do?" An Tingyu secretly used her inner strength to shake off his hand, rubbing her brow with a headache, her tone very helpless, "Fu Mo, my dear uncle, can you please stop making trouble? I know there are some things I don't have evidence for, but the lack of evidence doesn't mean it didn't happen. I believe you know what you did, but what I want to say is that my grandfather is your adoptive father. If we really kill each other in the future, who will be the saddest person? My grandfather, your father."

The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh. No matter whether it is her or Fu Mo, no matter who has problems in the future, she believes that Fu Zhonghan will definitely be very sad, and this is something she does not want to see, so if possible, she hopes that Fu Mo can stop here.

Fu Mo stared at her with his deep eyes for a long time before he said, "If you don't want him to be sad, there is a way. As long as you leave the Nether Palace, step down from your position as the nineteenth concubine, and stop interfering in the affairs of other countries, then we will no longer have conflicts."

Hearing this, An Tingyu smiled, a little mockingly, "So you're also planning on the Nether Palace, but why should I give it to you?"