Mo Bilian sipped her tea, watching Fu Chun kneeling on the ground, his hair disheveled, emanating a foul stench. In just a few days, his face had shrunk considerably, and the dark circles under his eyes were even more pronounced.
He looks like a crazy outsider.
"The household has already investigated, and there is no trace of Fu Liu at all."
When Fu Chun encountered a problem, they immediately called for attention and strengthened their defenses, but they still couldn't catch anyone.
Fu Chun shrank back, her face full of fear. "She's here. Who knows how she'll show up next time, or what methods she'll use to deal with me?"
Mo Bilian put down her teacup. "Do you have any evidence? If you touch anyone from the City Lord's Mansion now, you're dead."
"Second Miss..."
Mo Bilian was somewhat displeased, and her voice turned stern, "Alright, take a good look at yourself. We're going back to the Holy Extreme Sect. There's no need to put up with this here."
Upon hearing that she was leaving, Fu Chun burst into tears of joy, but she was also very unwilling.
She had been teased by Fu Liu for so long, several times, with Mo Yunzhao watching from the sidelines.
If she were to flee in such a panic and return to the Holy Extreme Sect, wouldn't she lose all face?
"Second Miss, this servant wants to kill Fu Liu." Fu Chun said fiercely.
Mo Bilian hummed in agreement, "Prepare well, I'll help you."
...
Mo Yunzhao was in the sand table in his study, planting yellow flags, and talking to Fu Meng, instructing her to go on missions in these places.
Fu Meng is a woman of few words, focused on her work, and has a long-term vision, making her the most suitable person for missions outside the home.
Mo Yunlan listened from the side, looking completely bewildered, and eventually just started nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Don't worry, I've already arranged the manpower."
Fu Meng bowed and accepted the order before leaving. As she left, she glanced at Mo Yunlan out of the corner of her eye. Mo Yunlan was sitting in a chair, head tilted to the side, mouth slightly open, eyes slightly open, not daring to close them completely, yet snoring softly.
The young lady is quite interesting.
Mo Yunzhao looked up at Mo Yunlan and smiled, a slight curve to his lips.
"Sister, wake up."
She gently patted Mo Yunlan's shoulder.
Mo Yunlan, who was sleeping, sat up abruptly, straightened up, and tried to open her still blurry eyes. "Listen, I was listening. They were talking about purifying the Heart Lake..."
"Sister, you're drooling."
Mo Yunlan hurriedly raised her hand and roughly wiped her mouth, but there was no saliva at all, and her sleepiness immediately disappeared.
"Mo Yunzhao!"
"Sister, come and hit me!"
Seeing that she was about to hit her, Mo Yunzhao lifted her skirt, turned around and ran away.
"Little girl, don't run away, or I'll give you a good spanking!" Mo Yunlan kicked out and chased after her.
She ran to the door and saw two figures standing there. She was running so fast that she couldn't stop herself.
Just as they were about to collide, they forcefully shifted their bodies to the side.
But the next moment, her waist was wrapped around his arm, and her face was pressed against his chest.
The handsome face magnified before me, with its upturned peach blossom eyes, exuded a myriad of charms.
"Does Ah Zhao like my embrace?"
"Get out!" Mo Yunzhao pushed him away forcefully.
Mo Yunlan chased even faster, not even looking where she was going, and crashed headfirst into it.
"Mo Da..."
Nie You held the sword in his arms, paused for a moment, and then turned his body slightly to the side.
With a soft splatter.
Mo Yunlan tripped over the threshold and fell hard on flat ground.
"Nie You!"
"Tsk."
Looking at these four people from behind, comparing them before and after, I covered my eyes and couldn't bear to look.
Look at His Highness the Crown Prince, he's embraced the City Lord and even flirted with him, making everyone blush and their hearts race.
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