The maid's face slowly turned red, and she was getting closer to Purple
Mo Xiaohuan stared at the maid, her expression changing, and said in an anxious tone: "Yu Beiming, it's impossible for you to ask me to bow my head and admit my mistake, and you are terribly wrong. Prestige is not based on cruel means, but on establishing
On top of people’s trust in you, the more people who trust you, the higher your prestige will be!”
"If you want to continue to be a cruel prince, then please kill her directly, and I, Mo Xiaohuan, will follow her. It will be a good companion on the road to hell. Anyway, for you, prince, it doesn't matter if Mo Qinghuan dies.
One after another, just do it!"
Mo Xiaohuan looked like she was determined to drive Yu Beiming crazy. She would not be willing to drive him crazy unless she did.
Yu Beiming became even more angry because of her words, and the face of the maid who was pinched by him slowly turned purple.
The servants kneeling on the ground were all shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and they did not dare to raise their heads at all.
The situation at this time was so eerily quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin falling to the ground.
In the midst of a stalemate, Liu Fufeng appeared.
Liu Fufeng looked at the situation inside and frowned slightly.
In fact, he had been here for a while and heard part of the conversation between Yu Beiming and Mo Xiaohuan.
He never thought that Beiming would be so angry that Mo Xiaohuan lost his mind. This shows how important Mo Xiaohuan is in his heart. Even his brother feels inferior to him.
He admired Mo Xiaohuan's words and her sincerity in caring for her slaves. He had never seen any rich lady or even a royal princess go to such extent for a servant. She was the only one.
If Beiming really kills this maid today, then Mo Xiaohuan will definitely follow her. In Mo Xiaohuan's heart, there is no point in taking the lead. He has seen this a long time ago.
Any master who has such an idea, all the slaves under her will be 100% devoted to her filial piety.
And her influence is immeasurable
This time, Liu Fufeng got to know another side of Mo Xiaohuan again.
"Beiming, we have something to discuss," Liu Fufeng suddenly said to Yu Beiming, who had a sinister look on his face.
Liu Fufeng did this to give Yu Beiming a step down. After all, he didn't really want Mo Xiaohuan to die, but he was so angry with her that he lost his self-control.
And Mo Xiaohuan is such a stubborn person. She is the kind of woman who takes softness rather than hardness. Being tough with her won't work at all.
Yu Beiming and Mo Xiaohuan looked back at Liu Fufeng. They both knew that he was here to be a peacemaker.
Yu Beiming's hand relaxed a little, but his eyes were looking at Mo Xiaohuan. His self-esteem was too strong to let it go. He would not let go before getting some indication from Mo Xiaohuan.
Seeing this situation, Liu Fufeng, who was at the door of the palace, sighed secretly, then looked at Mo Xiaohuan and winked at her.
Mo Xiaohuan knew what he meant and also understood the bad temper of this man Yu Beiming.
In fact, when Liu Liu Fufeng arrived at the entrance of the palace, her anger was half gone.
Mo Xiaohuan and Yu Beiming can not only produce sparks together, but also gunpowder.
So, with a little reluctance, he looked at Yu Beiming: "She has something to discuss with you, so let her go quickly. At most...at most..."
Yu Beiming raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face softened a little because of her words.