Mo Xiaohuan was slightly touched and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you helping me?"
Mrs. Huanpei didn't say anything for a while. She avoided Mo Xiaohuan's eyes. After a while, she answered: "Since the princess used the word 'help', it means that Huanpei has not done anything wrong."
After hearing what she said, Mo Xiaohuan didn't feel like asking any more questions.
Maybe Mrs. Huanpei had other reasons, but Mo Xiaohuan still decided to respect her and respect each other.
"Thank you..." Before Mo Xiaohuan could finish her words of thanks, a sharp cold light suddenly shot out from outside the palace.
"Be careful!" Mo Xiaohuan hurriedly changed her words and pushed Mrs. Huanpei
Unfortunately, it was too late, a flying blade penetrated the curtain and stabbed Huan Pei like lightning.
Mrs. Huanpei also realized the danger and hurriedly avoided it, but her arm was still scratched by the sharp blade.
Suddenly, the smell of blood filled the air
"Go quickly, I'll hold him back"
Fuyao Hall is heavily guarded. I really don’t know how this assassin sneaked in.
Mo Xiaohuan raised her dagger and rushed to the front hall.
But a low and domineering male voice came from the front hall: "Who is hiding behind the curtain!"
Oops! It turned out to be Yu Beiming
Why is he back at this time!
Mo Xiaohuan quickly turned back to the back bedroom. The herbs Mrs. Huanpei brought were still on the table. Mo Xiaohuan was about to hide them.
A big hand was already one step ahead of her: "What is the princess hiding?"
"Nothing!" Mo Xiaohuan tightened the pocket of Butou.
Yu Beiming looked solemn: "Since it's nothing, then leave it to the lonely king!"
Yu Beiming's men exerted a little force, and the cloth bag was torn into pieces, and all kinds of herbs were scattered on the table.
Yu Beiming picked up a medicinal herb and smelled it carefully, his face became even more gloomy.
He grabbed her arm with such force that he almost crushed her bones.
"How dare you eat this behind the back of the lonely king!"
Mo Xiaohuan knew that he could no longer hide it, so he simply didn't bother to care about him.
Seeing her indifferent look, Yu Beiming became even more angry: "Tell me! Who was the man in black just now? Who gave you this!"
"Didn't you see everything?" Mo Xiaohuan raised her head.
Mrs. Huanpei has escaped, but she is not sure whether she will be discovered.
Yu Beiming's eyes were burning with red flames. He stretched out his other big hand and pinched Mo Xiaohuan's chin: "Say it or not!"
"If I don't tell you, are you going to dislocate my jaw again?" Mo Xiaohuan simply gave her neck to Yubei Meditation, "The prince's martial arts skills are endlessly charming, but he only knows how to use three strokes like this.
You use cruel means to deal with women. Is this the only way you can treat me?"
"You!..." Yu Beiming was so angry that veins popped up on the back of his hands, but he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
In the end, he pushed Mo Xiaohuan away
Mo Xiaohuan stood unsteadily, took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
Yu Beiming looked at the blood stains on the ground, then glanced at the skylight, suppressing his anger and said coldly: "It seems that the lonely king has to strengthen your Fuyao Palace!"
After saying this, a masked guard walked quickly outside.
Mo Xiaohuan recognized this guard. He was Yu Beiming's personal bodyguard. His name was Yan Li.
"King, I've caught up with Mrs. Huanpei."
"What!" Yu Beiming seemed to be surprised by this answer.
Mo Xiaohuan hurriedly stood up and did not expect that they still caught Mrs. Huanpei.