ill by An Xuetang, Qin Jun's face turned from pale green to dark green as he struggled to control his anger. His fingers trembled as he pointed at An Xuetang, "You...you shrew, you're the one who's in...Seeing the two people's expressions, An Xuetang frowned even tighter, "Brother, what happened"

Feng Ming hummed in response, "Come inside and speak."

Even if you want to talk, there's no need to stand in the courtyard like this.

Mo Yunjing led An Xue Tang into the guest house in the courtyard. After a few people sat down, Feng Ming and Han Yun exchanged glances, and then Han Yun took the initiative to explain.

What the two needed to talk about was exactly as Mo Yun Jing had expected: it was about the rumors surrounding An Xue Tang.

People from Qingyun Pavilion had already noticed something was amiss, and most gangs in the Jianghu began to send people into the capital.

Such news inevitably worried Fengming. If these people entered the capital, his sister A Tang's days would be far from peaceful.

What's even worse, it's not just people from the Jianghu who have sent people over. Now, royal families from all over the world have also started to investigate who this Princess of Beifang is.

Especially among royalty, rulers of all nations heard this rumor and desired An Xuetang more than anyone from the martial world. If they couldn't have her, they would surely find a way to kill her.

After all, no one would joke about their own throne, and when it comes to the Ming lantern, they would rather believe it exists than not.

Mo Yunjing sat at the head of the table, listening to Han Yun and Feng Ming finish speaking. He remained silent.

This is indeed a tricky situation, and Feng Ming wasn't pushing him to come up with a solution right away. The few of them fell silent.

After a long silence, An Xue Tang felt the atmosphere was too heavy. She cleared her throat and said in a lighthearted tone:

"I know you're worried about me, but nothing has happened yet. Don't worry yourselves. We'll meet whatever comes head-on. Just wait until they arrive and we'll deal with it then. There's no need to be so anxious."

Feng Ming knew An Xue Tang was trying to comfort them, but he had much more on his mind than she did. He simply thought that since she was now pregnant, bringing up his worries would only add to her stress at this time.

Thus thinking, Feng Ming had to slightly lower her eyelids to conceal the complexities in her eyes, and then feigned a relaxed tone:

"That's right, who knows what will happen next We'll just have to take it one step at a time. No matter what, my brother and the people of Xuntang Valley are with me."

Hearing Feng Ming say this, Han Yun who was sitting beside him also suddenly spoke up, "And I, the Qingyun Pavilion, I..."

Before Han Yun could finish his words, Mo Yunjing and Feng Ming's expressions darkened. The two subconsciously frowned and interrupted him in unison, "What's it to you"

"... "

Han Yun choked and after a long pause, he said, "No matter what, the Princess of Beijang saved my life. If something ever happened to her in the future, Qingyunge wouldn't stand by idly."

"Just shut your mouth and stop cursing our little Atang."

"Having said that, Feng Ming stood up first. 'It's getting late, A Tang, you should go back and rest.'"

An Xuetang hummed in response, catching a glimpse of Han Yun's eyes as they seemed to be conveying something to Mo Yunjing. After a moment of hesitation, she addressed Mo Yunjing, "Ajing, I should go back with my brother first."

Mo Yunjing gave Han Yun a cold glance before nodding to An Xuetang. "Don't bother with those herbs today."

"Got it."

After Fengming and An Xue Tang left, Mo Yun Jing's expression returned to its usual coldness. He looked at Han Yun, "What is it"

Even Lian An Xuetang could see that Han Yun had something to say to him, Mo Yunjing couldn't possibly not notice it.

Han Yun pursed her lips, silent for a moment before speaking, "Someone wants to kill her."

Mo Yunjing's clear and cold eyebrows subconsciously furrowed, "You suspect that it was this King who took her life"

She's about to enter the capital. Besides you, Your Highness, I can't think of anyone who would want her dead at this juncture.

Listening to Han Yun's words, Mo Yun Jing's eyes became increasingly gloomy. He stared at Han Yun, remained silent for a moment before saying, "Han Yun, how many years have you known this king"

Han Yun was stunned for a moment before answering, "Over ten years."

"So in your eyes, Your Majesty is a person who doesn't keep their word"

"...."

Mo Yunjing's rhetorical question left Han Yun speechless.

He knew quite well the character of King Beijiang, but the moment he learned she was being pursued, only Mo Yunjing came to his mind. Therefore, he assumed it was Mo Yunjing who had sent people after her.

At this point, when Mo Yunjing countered him like this, he suddenly came to his senses.

Since Mo Yunjing promised not to take her life, he would keep his word.

Thinking about this, Han Yun's face showed a hint of guilt and embarrassment. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry."

Mo Yunjing stood up, his icy eyes fixed on him. "This king promised not to kill her, but that was only regarding past grievances. This time she entered the capital, if she still dares to do foolish things, this king will show no mercy."

After saying that, Mo Yunjing left directly. Han Yun stood there in silence for a moment before finally sighing helplessly.

He of course knew that if not for his previous threats, the King of Beijng wouldn't have let her go.

If she were still as willful on this trip to the capital, he was afraid...he wouldn't be able to protect her.

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