Madam Murong didn't want to hear a word, "Go! Let them go!"
"Yes, yes, I will send someone right away."
The head maid immediately ordered people to do as Madam Murong said.
Madam Murong took a breath and seemed to be feeling a little better. But she was no longer the elegant and calm Madam Murong. When she thought of something, her face twisted with a look of madness and joy. "Murong Shuo is dead! He is dead, so of course Shan Gui, that idiot, can't force a dead person out. So..."
She smiled sincerely for the first time tonight, "I don't have to do anything to that little witch anymore, that's great."
The head maid immediately tried to comfort her, fearing that she was vomiting and hurting herself, "Yes, yes, it's not a pity for her to die. She is so cruel and vicious at such a young age. Madam, why should you hurt yourself for such a thing..."
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On the other side, Emperor Xiyue also did not sleep.
In fact, when Jiuer brought the impostor Ye Lin to Madam Murong, Madam Murong's spy had sent him the message.
But Emperor Xiyue had no intention of exposing it.
Or maybe it could be said that Mrs. Murong took things for granted to some extent.
I have to say, no matter who you are, don't think that you are so special and important in other people's hearts.
When the Emperor of Xiyue learned that he was impersonated, he was not concerned about Madam Murong's ability to employ people. It was precisely because he knew Madam Murong's ability to employ people...
Therefore, what he cared about was that the little girl Murong Jiu's disguise skills had reached such a high level!
He was able to transform a person who was very different in size from him into someone who looked almost identical to him in a short period of time, to the point where even the numerous servants and guards of the Mu family could not tell the difference.
If a girl with this ability has a bad character and has these entanglements with Xiyue, she will inevitably become a trouble for Xiyue in the future...
However, after all, it is just a little baby, and there are infinite possibilities for shaping and changing it, so he is not in a hurry.
At this moment, Emperor Xiyue glanced at Dongfang Qing who stood up again and said calmly, "Sit down."
"Father!"
Emperor Xiyue took a leisurely sip of tea, glanced at Dongfang Qing and said, "Seventh Brother, I also want to see whether Murong Shuo is dead or not."
"With the life of a five-year-old?"
"Old Seven," Emperor Xiyue smiled, "she is not innocent. She was a child who should have died when she was born. She earned the extra five years of life. No matter what age you are, you have to pay a corresponding price for what you get and enjoy."
"Murong Jiu is Murong Shuo's favorite treasure. She is the little witch who everyone in the Western Region Saint Church dares not to provoke. So, if she enjoys the benefits of this identity, she must bear the risks of this identity, right?"
Dongfang Qing looked at him deeply.
"Father has long known that the mountain ghost followed you to the Holy City, and even anticipated that he would secretly kill the young master of Nanjiang. Not only that, you even hoped that he would kill the young master of Nanjiang."
He looked at the Xiyue Emperor with a complicated expression, "Father, you didn't expect that the people of the Dajing Mu family would intervene, or you didn't expect that Miss Mu's ability and skills could actually protect the young master of Nanjiang from the mountain ghosts."
Emperor Xiyue was not angry either, and smiled kindly, "So what?"
Dongfang Qing didn't answer anything, so he just looked at him quietly, nodded and said, "I'll take my leave first."
After he finished speaking, he walked out without caring whether Emperor Xiyue was willing or not.
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