Hearing this, Mo Linyuan was clearly much more satisfied. His gloomy face returned to its handsome and indifferent state. He didn't care whether what she said was true or not; he took it as fact anyway.
The two stopped talking and focused on the people in front of the hall.
Over there, the envoys from Qin greeted the young emperor of Yan, and the young emperor seated above them also invited them to sit down.
It just so happens that the seats arranged for the Qin envoys were right opposite Mo Linyuan and Feng Qingge, so they could see each other as soon as they looked up. It was quite a coincidence.
Over there, the burly guard A Bao helped the Crown Prince of Qin to his seat. They happened to turn around and face Feng Qingge, and they saw each other clearly.
Not only the crown prince, but even A Bao was surprised, but only for a moment.
At that moment, Mo Linyuan happened to see it, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. Then, remembering what Feng Qingge had said earlier, he suddenly realized what was going on.
"You know him?" He raised his hand, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.
"We don't really know each other. We met briefly on the streets of the capital a few days ago." Feng Qingge tilted her head slightly, looking at his strong features and extremely masculine movements, raised an eyebrow, and smiled.
Mo Linyuan nodded, put down his wine glass, and said nothing more.
But the person next to him said with interest, "However, this Crown Prince of Qin is really interesting."
His body was surrounded by a mixture of red light and black mist. The red light represented a strong blood energy, a light she had only ever seen on Mo Linyuan. Mo Linyuan had led troops into battle and killed many people, so naturally he had a strong killing intent and a thick blood energy.
But why does this Crown Prince of Qin have such a strong bloodlust? And if she's not mistaken, there's something on him, and it's quite ferocious.
"Why?" Hearing her speak always made his heart skip a beat.
Feng Qingge seemed to have gotten excited. She leaned slightly forward, resting her head on the armrest of the chair, and moved a little closer to Mo Linyuan. She said, "My eyes can see many things that others cannot."
"I know." Her hand holding the wine glass paused; she had mentioned it when the ghosts in his mansion were causing trouble.
"But the Crown Prince of Qin is very strange. His aura is the same as yours." He is plagued by a chronic illness, and his red aura is so strong. He must be a ruthless character who is hiding his true strength.
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Mo Linyuan turn his head to look at her, so she continued, "The aura of killing intent is very strong, and there's something on his leg." Saying this meant that she had seen something.
"Hehe, when the Great Yan and Great Qin were at war, it was this Crown Prince who was in charge of the Great Qin army. It's not surprising that he exudes a strong aura of killing." Mo Linyuan lowered his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them. He looked at the clear wine in his cup and subtly swirled it.
"Oh? I don't know about that." She shrugged, she hadn't cared about fighting at all.
But then another thought struck me: if the Qin dynasty's army was led by its crown prince, what about the Yan dynasty? "Who led the Yan army?"
Sometimes Feng Qingge is really bad at gauging the atmosphere and is quite out of touch.
As expected, as soon as she spoke, Mo Linyuan frowned and his face darkened. "What do you think?" he said, seemingly asking a question but also appearing speechless.
Suddenly, a string in her mind snapped to attention, and she instantly realized what was happening. She looked up at the handsome man with a somber expression and exclaimed, "Your Highness is mighty!"
The banquet proceeded quickly, and before it was halfway through, the Empress Dowager and the young emperor left together, leaving only the Regent Mo Linyuan in charge.
At that moment, the sudden sound of string and wind instruments was extremely pleasant to hear, and many ministers stepped forward to chat with the envoys from the neighboring country, including Feng Cang.
As the prime minister of the Great Yan, he naturally had an obligation, and the emperor was still young and not suitable for such an occasion.
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