Every frown, every smile, every move is so similar.
It's like it was specially trained.
There must be someone who is very familiar with Nan Xing and has been training her over the years.
This plan has been prepared for such a long time, it’s simply terrifying!
"Oh, Chu Qingge, you are still my daughter now. Your status in Southern Jin Dynasty is all thanks to me. Do you want to rebel against me?"
"For such an unfaithful and unfilial person, let me ask all the people in the Southern Jin Dynasty, who is willing to surrender to you?"
Even if her identity is revealed, Linglong is not afraid.
With Nan Xing's face, she can really be confident.
"You want to drip blood to Nan Qing to recognize your kin? Hehe, I advise you to save it. My blood is the same as Chu Weiyun's, and it can blend with yours."
In fact, Chu Qingge was not surprised by this result.
They can arrange all this for Chu Weiyun, and naturally, they can also arrange for her, a chess piece they have cultivated for more than ten years.
What shocked her was that the person behind them had planned everything in advance and arranged everything properly.
Is that person the Queen Mother of Chu?
Or is there such a terrifying black hand behind the Queen Mother of Chu?
"Mubai and Mu Yuan, I will find them sooner or later. You'd better hand over the jade seal obediently and leave Jincheng with them. Otherwise, you will wait to collect their bodies."
Lingling left, taking with her two masters disguised as bodyguards.
Chu Qingge had no idea what kind of power was behind this woman.
All I know is that there must be someone like her by Nanyang's side.
However, to be honest, she felt that Linglong was indeed a bit scary from the beginning.
As scary as a ghost!
After watching Linglong walk away, Qingge turned around and walked towards the Yonghe Hall.
Inside and outside the Hall of Yonghe, there are all Fengliye people.
It seems that Feng Liye may not be 100% confident about "Nan Xing".
In other words, he also has his own plans and cannot be completely honest.
Each and every one of them has their own agenda.
Qingge returned to the room and Feng Yuhua was still there.
"Why are you still here and not leaving?" Qingge frowned and glared at her.
"What kind of grievance did the little guy suffer when he went out? Why did he take it out on me as soon as he came back?"
But Feng Yuhua was not angry.
The tea here at Chu Qingge is really good, light and light, not strong, and very fragrant.
The person who prepared tea for her was also a thoughtful person.
But the little girl probably didn't even notice this.
"Hey, have you gone to see your mother?" Feng Yuhua asked while pouring himself tea.
"What are you doing?" Qing Ge was upset now and was not in a good mood.
"This time I see your mother..."
Feng Yuhua paused for a moment, and suddenly began to sigh.
I don’t know how to say it, and I feel sorry for Xing’er when I say it.
But I didn't say it out loud, and I was panicking in my heart.
Why does it feel so weird?
"Do you feel that she is different from before? She is not bold at all, and her aura is not charming enough?"
"Hey! Do you feel the same way?"
Isn’t it a good idea to work with other people’s daughters on her mother’s choreography?
But, she really wants to talk to someone now.
The feeling of sharing life and death back then, how can it be said that it is gone?
Could it be that more than ten years can really change the original friendship?
Seeing her so lost, Chu Qingge actually felt a little melancholy in her heart.
I want to say a few words of comfort, but I don't know where to comfort him.
He looked past her and looked out the window. He didn't want to, just one glance, and his heart suddenly tightened!
