Meng Jia, however, had no intention of giving in. He remained sullen and glared at Mu Yunhan fiercely. His hands were still clutching the quilt with no intention of letting go.
Lin Youfang also wanted to find out the truth. The so-called smoothing over was just for show. Since Meng Jia was willing to be the knife, he couldn't get it, so he stopped talking.
Mu Yunhan knew what they were planning, so he raised his hand and placed the sword across Meng Jia's neck.
The cold and sharp sword blade touched the skin of his neck, sending chills into his bones.
"Why does General Meng push people so hard? He leaves a good person to do nothing but makes a sword? I wonder what Meng Xiangquan would think if he knew it?"
Mu Yunhan's expression remained unchanged, and there was even a hint of laughter in his voice, but it sounded sarcastic to the core.
This is calling Meng Jia a lackey of the Lin family.
When Meng Shishi and others heard this, they all lowered their heads angrily and clenched their fists.
Lin Youfang squinted at Meng Jia, waiting to see his reaction and whether the knife was made willingly or with ulterior motives.
Meng Jia didn't even blink. He grabbed the quilt and pulled it up, as if he was desperate.
Mu Yunhan also took action without hesitation.
The blade of the sword slashed across his neck, and bright red blood dropped out.
"Meow~" Xuan Jin screamed sadly, jumped on the bed, protected Gu Fenglin behind him, hunched his back, the hair on his body exploded, and stared at Meng Jia with his green eyes.
If he dares to continue going down, it can jump up and give him the momentum of a claw.
Meng Jia had no expression on his face, raised his finger and gently wiped the blood on his neck, looked at it before his eyes, and said calmly: "If Madam wants to do something, just cut it down."
After saying that, he firmly grabbed the quilt and continued to lift it off. Mu Yunhan stabbed his shoulder with a sword without hesitation.
There was a "crack" sound, and Meng Shishi and others all pulled out their knives.
Someone shouted outside, and more footsteps and the sound of swords came from outside.
Looking out from the window, I saw that I was surrounded by the guards of the Priest Palace.
Lin Youfang then stepped forward and grabbed Mu Yunhan's sword, and said in a pretentious manner: "What are you doing? We are here to visit the doctor. Xiao Meng, why did you get into trouble with Madam? This is wrong! Please apologize to Madam!"
Meng Shishi and others looked at him angrily, but they hated Lin Youfang even more.
It was clear that he forced Meng Jia to target the Priest Palace, and Meng Jia suffered a loss, but he still scolded Meng Jia and asked Meng Jia to apologize.
Meng Jia lowered his eyes to look at the sword on his shoulder, suddenly raised his eyes to look at Mu Yunhan, and smiled with an unknown meaning: "Madam, it's Meng who has no status, I hope you don't care about it."
Mu Yunhan really couldn't guess what he was thinking, but her purpose was not to fight to the death with these people.
So he frowned and took a step back, drew his sword, turned his head, and said calmly: "You can go, someday my husband will recover, and we and I will go to the palace together to apologize to His Majesty."
"Oh my, this is really Xiao Meng's temper... don't worry about it."
Lin Youfang laughed and asked Meng Jia to retreat with a wink, "I hope the priest will recover soon, Zhao Guo can't live without him."
Mu Yunhan had a cold face throughout.
"Aunt Han..." Yan'er suddenly ran in from outside and looked at her with tears in her eyes.
Mu Yunhan steeled his heart and lowered his head to salute: "Your Majesty."
Meng Jia ignored the fact that his shoulder was still bleeding, bent down and picked up Yan'er, and strode out.
In just an instant, the people brought by Meng Jia were completely evacuated, and the orders and prohibitions were truly enforced.