The ancient carriage, driven by the driver, arrived at the grounds of Yeshen Palace.
"Little Moyou!"
Jiuci went over excitedly, and when he came to the carriage, he pretended to be reserved. He touched his chin and coughed: "Are you here to propose to me?"
Qingge: "..." Suddenly I have the urge to escape, how about pretending that I don't have this brother?
Ah Jiu stood in the crowd, her face as white as paper.
Even though I bound my heart with my will, I already knew that there would be a day of catastrophe, but I didn't expect that it would be so painful when this moment came.
When she looked at the girl, the fire in Ah Jiu's heart finally went out.
What's this damn inferiority complex about?
I am humbled into the dust, and I am willing to go to a fire and burn myself to ashes.
"My Lady Saint, why are you here?"
The leader of Ziyun Palace said in surprise.
Mo You walked out of the carriage and put his hand on the cracked palm of the old coach driver. Mo You seemed not to have heard the words of Jiu Ci and the people from Ziyun Palace. He looked around with a pair of almond eyes, and finally looked at the empress in the crowd.
Dressed in fiery red.
A pair of clear beautiful eyes.
Mo You nodded lightly and smiled slightly: "Nine Realms Mo You, I have met the Empress of the Heaven Realm."
The people from Ziyun Palace exclaimed: "Don't worry about the Holy Lady, the Nine Realms are above the heavens, you don't have to salute the empress."
Mo You said nothing, just cut through the crowd and walked in front of Qing Ge.
The moment the carriage appeared under the starry night, the color in Qing Ge's eyes and the blood red at the roots of her hair had returned to as dark as thick ink.
"How is the empress doing lately?"
Moyou asked.
“Very good.”
Answered softly.
Just a glance and a few words of greeting, everything is tacitly understood.
Jiuci stood beside the carriage, messy in the wind, feeling particularly lonely. The emotional little Moyou was not here to propose to him, but... Jiuci's eyes widened, he came close to the old coachman, laughed evilly a few times, and asked in a lowered voice
: "Old man, does Xiao Moyou know that my sister is difficult to deal with, and is planning to get close to my future sister-in-law before proposing to me?"
The coachman looked at Jiu Ci as if he was an idiot, then looked away and sat in front of the carriage, looking kind and kind.
Jiu Ci touched his chin and said to himself: "Not to mention, little Moyou is really smart and has a beautiful heart. She can think of such a method."
The old man didn't want to speak, but he also didn't want to listen to Jiuci's chatter, so he tore off two pieces of clothing and stuffed them into his ears.
Jiu Ci leaned against the carriage, with her hands folded across her chest, her body slightly tilted, and the look of joy and happiness on her face that Miss Jiu had never seen before.
At least, the host in front of her has never been so cute.
Miss Ninth moved her gaze to look at Mo You, who was talking to the senior sister. The saint of the Nine Realms, her words and deeds were all aristocratic.
"I said, Your Highness the Saint, what are you doing?"
The leader of the people from Ziyun Palace finally couldn't stand it any longer and walked over, pointing at Mo You and questioning him.
"The Empress of Tianyu was my savior. Do you want to touch her?"
Mo You's face was as cold as frost, his voice was as clear as cold, and his eyes were like almond blossoms, looking directly at the people of Ziyun Palace.
The people from Ziyun Palace looked at each other, their souls seemed to have been absorbed, and their whole bodies were trembling.
"Savior...how is this possible?"
The people in Ziyun Palace, who were eyeing each other with eagerness, looked at each other, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Not only that, even the own people in Ye Shen Palace's breathing was stagnant. When they looked at Qing Ge again, their enthusiasm for worship rose to another level.
"Empress, I'm sorry for frightening you."
Mo You turned his back and faced the people in Ziyun Palace: "Everyone who appeared in Ye Shen Palace today will return to the Nine Realms and receive the punishment of ten soul-tempering whips on their own."
After saying this, everyone in the audience exclaimed and was in an uproar.
A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the Saint of the Nine Realms' simple words left everyone stunned and shocked.
The people of Ziyun Palace wanted to argue: "Holy girl, you have never entered the Ziyun community, and those who don't know are not guilty. We are only acting under orders, let alone not taking action yet, right?"
"Twenty soul-tempering whips."
Don't worry about being ruthless and cruel.
The people of Ziyun Palace were surprised: "Holy Girl!"
"Thirty ways."
Moyou always had an expressionless face, but his words were extremely dignified.
At this point, the people from Ziyun Palace did not dare to argue and refute Mo You's words, but they were extremely puzzled as to why Mo You would offend Ziyun Palace for a humble empress.
"Want to know why?"
Mo You walked up to the leader. After all, he was young. Although he was tall, he was a head shorter in front of the man.
Don't worry, she is old and arrogant, with her hands behind her back. Even though she is a little shorter, her aura from inside and outside is not lost at all. She is better than her indifference like ten thousand years of black ice, and her noble status as a saint.
The man blurted out and asked: "Why?"
"Because you disturbed my empress. This alone is enough to kill all nine of your clans."
The slim girl's aura changed drastically, she was as sharp as a sword, and her murderous aura swept away like a strong wind.
A gust of wind blew away the broken hair in front of Mo You, his eyes were slightly narrowed, cold light surged, and just one look caused the soul and consciousness of the powerful Ziyun Palace to suffer.
Jiu Ci opened his eyes slightly, and Mo You's figure was reflected in his eyes.
"I disturbed my empress... Oh my God... It feels suffocating."
Jiu Ci seemed to be suffocated and fainted. The old man sitting in the carriage stretched out his hand to stop Jiu Ci, and distanced himself from Jiu Ci with great disgust.
In the small world of Jiu Ci's fantasy, he suffered thousands of murders and rumors. At the critical moment, little Moyou fell from the sky with cold and sharp eyes: "You dare to disturb my Highness Jiu Ci?"
"..." Jiu Ci was thinking about it, and a blush crept up on his cheeks.
The old man looked at Jiu Ci with even more disgust.
The people in Ziyun Palace were uneasy and trembling. No one dared to say a word in front of the young saint.
"Get out of here before I stop killing you."
Mo You raised her little hand and shook it casually.
Suddenly, a burst of smoke passed by, and the people from Ziyun Palace fled, as fast as rubbing oil on their soles, and they disappeared in an instant.
The arrival of the people from Ziyun Palace was thrilling and tense. At this moment, people felt extremely helpless and dramatic.
All pairs of eyes looked at the girl in white clothes and snow. The girl had steady steps and a proud posture. She walked in front of Qingge and bent her waist.
"Sorry, I was late and surprised you."
Qingge smiled slightly, put her white and tender hands on Moyou's shoulders, and patted her a few times.
It was obvious that they had only met once, many years ago, but facing Mo You, Qingge felt even more cordial.
Warmth like family.
However, Qingge had some doubts about whether little Moyou had stolen her little Yueyue's role... Jiuci woke up from his fantasy and jumped up to Moyou: "Ahem, let me introduce you, Qingge."
Ge, this is..." Mo You naturally took Qing Ge's arm and walked forward. As he walked, he said, "Empress, I haven't seen you in several years. Mo You misses you."
Qingge smiled and stretched out her hand to rub Moyou's head, and the smile on her lips became stronger.
When the old father Ye Jingfeng saw this scene, he rolled his eyes, looked at his son, and then at Qing Ge. He once suspected that as long as Qing Ge was around, his son would not be able to get a wife.
Is it an illusion?
Why do you think Qingge is more attractive to women than his son?
Jiu Ci crossed his arms and looked at Mo You's back in confusion. Why did he look like an outsider now?
Ye Jingfeng bumped Jiu Ci with his elbow: "Who is that? Do you know him well?"
Miss Ninth, who was very close, suddenly looked here, her eyes flashing with the last ray of hope.
"She's your daughter-in-law. Do you think she's familiar with her?"
Jiuci said proudly.
"Why do you feel like she's not interested in you?"
"Impossible, she is completely devoted to me, isn't she busy building a good relationship with her sister-in-law?"
"..." That ray of light that symbolized hope was completely extinguished.
A heart that shouldn't beat is therefore riddled with holes and broken into pieces.