687. Chapter 687 He is the son of the current emperor
She shook her head hard to get rid of these thoughts that disturbed her determination.
But I heard Gong Ruxue's chuckle again.
"As of now, Mo Xiaoran is about to die. There are some things that even if you don't want to hear, I still want to tell you for the sake of seeing you kill him."
She twitched the corners of her mouth, but Lin Ran's face turned a little pale when she heard her say that Mo Xiaoran was about to die.
Even though, her face still looked very plain.
Lin Ran had no objection.
Perhaps, subconsciously, she still wanted to know everything about Mo Xiaoran.
Gong Ruxue's expression slowly revealed a trace of hatred at this moment.
She walked to the window and stood with her back to them.
It seemed that she didn't want them to see the emotion on her face at this time.
"Do you know Xiaoran's true identity?"
Gong Ruxue asked. Although her back was to them, the question was obviously directed to Lin Ran.
True identity?
What does this mean?
Isn't he the young master of Jade Villa?
His eyes were turned to Gong Ruxue with some confusion, but she did not answer!
She knew that since Gong Ruxue had something to say, she would definitely say it to the end.
Sure enough, she turned around at this time, looked at Lin Ran, and smiled.
"He is my son with the current emperor."
Another shocking truth.
In this half-stick of incense, Lin Ran learned enough things for her to digest for several days.
Although she didn't show much on the surface.
But I was actually shocked by the news.
Just listen to her continue:
"His name should be Mu Xiaoran, not Mo Xiaoran."
Speaking of this, Lin Ran saw a fierce sarcasm and some hatred in Gong Ruxue's eyes.
Mu Xiaoran?
Mu?
Mu Qinghan?
She suddenly thought of the young master whose identity had always been a mystery.
The young master’s surname is also Mu?
I got acquainted with Mo Xiaoran again.
So who is he?
Although she didn't want to have anything to do with Mo Xiaoran anymore, once things got involved with Mo Xiaoran, she couldn't help but think about it, feeling a little annoyed at her own failure.