Feng Guang raised his hand to his forehead, "I never thought of killing anyone. You don't need to compare yourself to him in this respect."
“There’s no need to compete.” Mo Qing’s eyes curved slightly. “He’s no match for me.”
"Being confident... is a good thing." She hadn't expected that Mo Qing, who seemed quiet, would become a completely different person when it came to things related to Duanmu Xuan.
Mo Qing smiled, "Their decision is out now, do you want to hear it?"
"Yes!" she said, looking at him expectantly.
"Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."
Feng Guang was taken aback, then glared at him, "You really know how to pick your time to negotiate."
Even so, she still tiptoed and kissed his lips. The kiss was brief and fleeting, and as she was about to leave, he pulled her close and deepened the kiss.
After a long while, Mo Qing stuck out his tongue and licked her lips. His eyes reflected her flushed cheeks. He was in a good mood. "Duanmu Xuan said he would take Qiao Ling back to the palace to be detained. We will discuss whether Qiao Ling is guilty or not when the yamen makes further progress."
"Take him back to the Prince's Palace...and detain him?" Isn't that just taking him back and taking good care of him?
Mo Qing said, "The officials are wary of Prince Duanmu Xuan's identity, so they can only let Qiao Ling leave for the time being."
Well, this result wasn't entirely unexpected. Since Duanmu Xuan was there, she was certain that Qiao Ling would be alright. Now that the excitement was over, she had no interest in staying any longer. Holding his arm, she sweetly said, "Let's leave."
Mo Qing nodded, because the officials had already left, so they no longer needed to be as cautious as when they came. Also, because someone had suddenly died in the brothel, all the girls and servants were listening to Qiu Niang's teachings in the hall.
Feng Guang and Mo Qing were walking hand in hand along the deserted corridor when suddenly a man rushed out. Startled, Feng Guang shrank back to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing stroked her head to comfort her, "It's a payment."
Sure enough, it was Fu Xiang who had suddenly landed using his light-footed skill. He walked over and saw a man and a woman so intimate in front of him. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Mo Qing had already asked, "Is something the matter?"
"I, I, I..." Fu Xiang stammered, "Brother Mo, I didn't mean to bring this girl out."
"Hmm." Mo Qing's attitude was indifferent.
Fu Xiang wasn't sure if he was angry with her, so she said cautiously, "I came to see Qiao Ling, but I didn't expect..."
Fu Xiang and Mo Qing started talking, and Feng Guang didn't bother to interrupt. Suddenly, a cat huddled against the wall caught her attention. She let go of Mo Qing's hand, and Mo Qing, seeing that she was just squatting down and playing with the cat, didn't pay any more attention to it.
The corner of the wall was overgrown with weeds. Feng Guang casually picked a foxtail grass to tease the cat. After a while, the cat meowed. Perhaps it was annoyed, it stood up from the ground, walked around the corner, and went far away.
Mo Qing, who had never let her guard down, reminded her, "Fengguang, don't go too far."
"Oh..." she replied as she walked to the corner of the corridor. She leaned against the wall, bent down, and looked out. As soon as she looked, she suddenly cried out.
Soon, she was hugged from behind. Mo Qing covered her eyes and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Fu Xiang, who had followed, also saw the scene before him. Even as the second leader of Black Wind Stronghold, who was used to all kinds of storms, he couldn't help but be taken aback. "What... is this?"
The scene before me was dark and desolate, quite different from the bright and inviting place just a wall away. It was a desolate and bleak cemetery. The cemetery itself wasn't scary; what was scary was that there were hundreds of blank tombstones. Even more eerie was that each tombstone had a tattered rag doll hanging from it, some of the threads of which had come loose, and the dolls lay on the dirty ground.
A cold wind blew by, and on the graveyard where not even weeds grew, another rag doll broke its string and fell onto the soil.
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