Meng Jia laughed too sarcastically, and Mu An's voice became increasingly dry: "We have no intention of harming you..."
Mu Yunhan was silent, not saying a word. She was still wondering how to deal with the matter of "Xingxing's existence being leaked".
Meng Jia got angry when he saw her like this. He knocked on the table twice and said in a cold voice: "Mu Yunhan, it's a pity that your cleverness is mistaken for your cleverness. Do you know who told me about that thing just now?"
Mu Yunhan came back to his senses and asked tentatively: "Su Jiuzhou?"
"That's right!" Meng Jia's laughter became even more sarcastic, "You didn't expect that, did you? Do you think you were so well prepared that you didn't leak any information to him?"
He spoke passionately: "You locked me up in the dungeon as soon as I came to the door. The people who usually deliver food are also carefully selected. I was asked to take him away and put on a blindfold. I definitely can't pry out any information!
The problem is, they told me with certainty that you had given birth to a baby! And they even used this news to give me a chance."
Combined with the fact that Su Jiuzhou's master and servant did not follow up on the information, Mu Yunhan couldn't help but think about the worst: "What chance do you have to let him go?"
Meng Jia said deliberately: "Yes, with such big news, it is worth trading his life. After all, as long as we grasp this weakness, we have grasped you.
Holding you is equivalent to holding the Palace of Priests, and further speaking, it is equivalent to holding Zhao Guo.
You see, how rare it is to have both power and sex? How could I let go of such a good opportunity! Besides, he also promised to give me a sum of money."
Mu An became angry: "Brother Meng Shi!"
"What's wrong?" Meng Jia glanced at Mu An with provocative eyes.
Mu Yunhan calmed down and told Mu An calmly: "Don't worry, he has already killed the person." He then saluted Meng Jia: "I will remember this great favor."
Meng Jia became unhappy: "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why did I kill someone? What kind of favor? Who cares about you? What kind of favor do you remember?"
Mu Yunhan did not argue with him, and only said: "How much money did you originally plan to ask for from Su Jiuzhou?"
Meng Jia raised the corners of his lips and said with a strange look: "Are you going to compensate me? One million taels."
Mu Yunhan shook his head: "I can't afford so much."
Meng Jia sneered: "Can't take it out? Then why are you asking me?"
Mu Yunhan acted as if he hadn't heard anything and called Mu An and whispered a few words, and Mu An withdrew.
After a while, someone rearranged the table with sumptuous food and drinks.
Mu Yunhan sat on the main seat and invited Meng Jia to take a seat. She picked up the wine bottle, filled Meng Jia with wine first, and then poured a glass for herself.
"Do it first and drink it all!" She drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, poured another glass, drank it all, poured another glass, and drank it all.
After three glasses of wine, her eyes were slightly red: "Have you lost some of your energy?"
Meng Jia looked at her coldly and said nothing, so she poured the wine again and drank it all.
When he drank the sixth glass, Meng Jia finally couldn't help it, snatched away the wine bottle, and said in a cold voice: "Mu Yunhan, do you think the past grudges between us can be offset by drinking?"
Mu Yunhan looked at him quietly: "What else? The past grudges between us, was it an accident of yours?
You may not be happy to say it, but it is true that we did not do it, and we are also victims.
If you want to talk about anything else, let alone talk about it. Political disagreements are common. Even if you say the meat is delicious, there are still people who say it is not delicious."