The stern-faced man driving the carriage felt a pair of eyes looking at him from behind!
He suddenly looked back and diagonally, but saw nothing, so he had to raise his whip and head north!
At the same time, in Hanlan’s capital, Yecheng.
Qi Moli stood in a mansion, listening to reports from several waves of secret guards, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy.
After running around day and night for several days, his hair became messy, his eye sockets became sunken, his lips became dry and pale, and his eyes became dull.
At this moment, he was no longer the handsome, heroic, bright, majestic and undefeated god of war, King Mo Ying.
Qi Moli sat dejectedly on the stone bench, looking very tired, as if all his energy was about to be exhausted.
He murmured, saying:
"Yuan Xi'ao didn't come back, why didn't he come back?
Could it be that... I suspected the wrong person from the beginning and chased in the wrong direction?"
He stood up suddenly, looked at Mo Yun, frowned and asked:
"Could it be the third brother's doing?"
Without waiting for Mo Yun to speak, Qi Moli immediately ordered several secret guards in the courtyard:
"Pass my command. No matter if it's Han Lan or Long Yin, we must find the princess even if we have to dig three feet underground!"
The secret guards obeyed the order and left.
Qi Moli stayed in Yecheng for another three days. He took his men to search Yecheng thoroughly, even turning the imperial palace upside down, but still found no clues!
Three days later, Qi Moli did not dare to delay in Yecheng any longer. He rode his horse to the gate of Yecheng and headed north.
However, they didn't know that there was a carriage at the south gate of Yecheng, slowly moving towards Yecheng.
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