Mo Yunhan glanced at it and slowly slowed down.
"Do you know how many people in this capital city wish for my death?"
The two people were standing very close together.
Jiang Qingwan could clearly feel the suppressed aura emanating from him.
He's angry.
But she has principles she must abide by.
She pursed her lips slightly and remained silent.
A low laugh came from above, both arrogant and sarcastic.
“From the moment I was born, countless people wanted me dead. Back then, I was just a child at their mercy. But do you know why I didn’t die?”
Even with the Emperor Emeritus protecting his life, in the ruthless imperial palace, killing an infant was an easy task.
Jiang Qingwan still didn't answer, but her heart inexplicably ached.
The voice above stopped laughing, and a hint of self-mockery crept in.
"Actually, I don't know either. Countless hands in the capital are harder to withstand than swords, axes, and halberds on the battlefield, yet I have survived to this day. Jiang Qingwan, tell me, is it because I am difficult to kill, or do they have other plans?"
Jiang Qingwan's heart tightened.
From the first time she met Mo Yunhan, she knew that this man was definitely not a violent brute.
She raised her hand and gently grasped the large hand holding the reins in front of her.
“My master once said that if greed arises in people’s hearts, it is like the endless abyss of Avici Hell, which will never melt away. Therefore, the truth will surely come out.”
Mo Yunhan took her hand in return.
"What Yun Tianji said?"
The body in her arms stiffened.
"Hurry up and leave. Your cousin is frail. If he can't withstand the torture, something bad will happen to him."
Mo Yunhan chuckled softly, didn't ask any further questions, tightened the reins, and increased the speed.
Half an hour later, the falcon landed in front of Xuanwu Gate.
The Imperial Guards stood in front, spears in hand, blocking the way.
Mo Yunhan sat on his horse, looking down at their golden armor.
"Even my imperial brother's personal guards have been deployed, what a grand display! Get out of my way!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the creaking sound of an arrow being drawn came from the upper left.
A row of men, also dressed in golden armor, stood at the palace wall sentry post, each holding a longbow, already fully drawn.
The attitude is very clear.
If there is any unusual movement, kill without hesitation.
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