Cai'er cried like pear blossoms in front of the funeral, and secretly cursed in her heart, these mourning officials were hypocritical.
The middle-aged man with a wretched face looked at Cai'er lustfully.
"Miss Mo, please forgive me. I have some friendship with Mr. Mo. I will take good care of you in the future."
"Thank you, sir." Cai'er has already scolded his eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart for daring to seek out the leader's relationship and even cursed the leader to death. If I don't show you any shame, how can I be worthy of the leader?
"Ah,..." The man's legs suddenly twitched, his throat was stuck and he couldn't make a sound, and his whole body felt like being bitten by tens of thousands of ant needles.
"My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you? Come here, this lord is so sad that he fainted." Cai'er said sadly, "Huh, what Ming Shang teaches the most is poison."
Several servants ran over and asked in surprise: "What happened to my master?"
Cai'er cried so pitifully, "My lord is too sad, please send him home quickly." This is enough for you to lie down for half a month. If you are lucky, you will never give up for the rest of your life.
Several servants dragged the man out of Mofu. The man looked as embarrassed as a pig being dragged into a slaughterhouse.
Cai'er put away her tears and finally sent away the last person. But as soon as she turned around, she saw Bei Yeying, whose face was ashen. This was not easy to deal with.
Cai'er squeezed out a tear and said, "I have met your two highnesses."
Bei Yeying didn't appreciate it and said coldly: "Where is Mo Yang?"
Cai'er just cried without saying a word and glanced at the mourning hall.
"Don't play tricks on me, I know Mo Yang is not dead!"
"Your Highness, really? But..." Cai'er continued to act stupid
"If you don't tell me, I will tell your Majesty!" Bei Yeying threatened
"Is the young master really not dead? Then, your highness, go and tell His Majesty to see if it is possible to find the young master?" Cai'er said seriously, I don't believe you will do this, hum.
"You, I beg you to tell me" Bei Yeying's tone changed to pleading.
Cai'er was stunned. His highness actually begged her, and she was already a little moved.
"Cai'er, you know we won't harm Mo Yang. We just want to know where he is? Is he safe?" Bei Yejing said, understanding things with reason and moving with emotion.
"Actually, the young master did fake his death, but I really don't know where the young master is, and I'm also very worried about the young master." Cai'er said, I'm sorry, I can only say so much.
"So this fire was directed and staged by Mo Yang?" Bei Yejing asked in shock. Mo Yang was really bold. Could it be related to Mo Yang entering the palace last night?
Cai'er confessed truthfully: "Young Master asked me to set the fire."
Bei Yeying said gloomily: "Did Mo Yang say when he would be back?"
"This, it's hard to say, Da, I probably won't come back in the future," Cai'er said cautiously, Bei Yeying's face didn't look good.