Mrs. Murong's residence.

The pale Madam Murong was lying on the bed, accompanied by her most powerful confidant, the nanny, and the confidant maid.

That nanny is about the same age as Madam Murong, and she has been serving this master since she was a child.

Although the eldest maid is younger, she has followed Madam Murong when she was just a little girl.

There is nothing these people do not understand and there is nothing they cannot say.

"Madam, Ling Jing cannot stay. This servant has already found out that the two servants you arranged to join the Holy Cult died at her hands. Not to mention, she dared to hurt you so seriously this time and cut her into pieces.

Nothing is exaggerated!”

There was no concealed murderous intent in the eyes of his confidant, the nanny.

The confidant nanny knew her master well. How could Mrs. Murong tolerate someone who hurt her like this?

"She is nothing. She is just not allowed to act rashly for the time being so as not to affect my husband's important affairs."

But being unable to move temporarily does not mean that she will continue to allow this hidden danger to exist in the future. Even if this hidden danger is still not visible in her eyes.

Emperor Xiyue was just mentioned when the familiar voice of Emperor Xiyue suddenly sounded outside, "Yuehua understands me."

The three people in the room were all shocked.

What is Madam Murong's identity, and how many Mu family members are guarding her outside. Even if Emperor Xiyue comes, he will not even announce the news and just drive straight in!

But the surprised reaction only lasted for a moment, and everyone came back to their senses in an instant.

The confidant nanny immediately helped Mrs. Murong tidy up her appearance, which was intact even though she was seriously injured, while the eldest maid went to open the door to greet her.

As soon as the maid opened the door, she saw Emperor Xiyue, and then a little girl wearing a veil, who was being held by Emperor Xiyue.

The eldest maid was shocked again. Could it be that the king has blood in this holy city?

But with a calm expression on his face, he bowed respectfully and welcomed Emperor Xiyue into the house.

As for Mrs. Murong on the bed, although she was surprised by the way Emperor Xiyue appeared, she was happy after all.

He was so happy that his face, which was pale due to serious injury, suddenly gained a rare light color.

However, when she met Emperor Xiyue's gaze gently and dignifiedly, the tenderness and joy in her eyes disappeared instantly, leaving only the overwhelming murderous intent and anger.

She doesn't get angry easily, but this matter concerns Emperor Xiyue...

"Come here, take them down for me!"

'Emperor Xiyue' lowered his head and glanced at the little girl holding hands beside him. The little girl pulled down the veil on her face with a smile, "Mrs. Murong, if I were you, I would not do such a stupid thing to alarm the husband you care about.

, to make your husband think that you, the Murong family, are just like this, and that others can disguise themselves as him and walk straight in front of you, the head mistress, tsk tsk..."

She was extremely innocent, "Do you think the Lord of the Xiyue Kingdom blames these people for being useless, or does he doubt Madam Murong's ability to employ people?"

Looking at this little girl, whose face was so beautiful and exquisite that she looked like a fairy child in a painting, with innocence written all over her face, Mrs. Murong's eyes were filled with a bone-chilling light.

Even if she only knows that such a person exists, has never been interested in him, and has never seen him, if she still can't guess who this girl is at this moment, it will be in vain that she has been planning and running the Murong family for so many years.

"Murong Jiu." She said these three words coldly, especially when she pronounced the surname, the coldness was even greater.
Chapter completed!