ur words might carry some weight with them. This Prince gives you one minute to persuade these soldiers to lay down their arms and surrender.”"Of course, this prince's words are as solid as a stone. O...Hearing An Xuetang say these words with such nervousness, Mo Yunjing let out a chuckle, "Tangtang, so that's what you were thinking about."

"...."

An Xuetang blinked innocently. Wasn't this something he would do

How did it become what she thought

She pouted and pushed him with her hands, but Mo Yunjing was not someone she could push away so easily. He simply leaned down and accurately captured her thin lips.

An Xuetang's heart was pounding, her lips were where the man's domineering lips had been teasing. He captured her thin lips without leaving any room for escape,

Of course, such a thing could hardly satisfy Mo Yunjing. He directly forcefully pry open her neat teeth and attacked relentlessly.

After all, for her, he had thought about her for a long, long time!

After living for so many years, he felt the taste of longing for the first time, and it was because of her.

His kiss was sometimes domineering, sometimes gentle. At this moment, An Xuetang only felt her head blank. She weakly pushed against his chest with her hands.

She felt her head spinning, blankly forgetting to breathe for a moment.

Mo Yunjing's hands remained still, he merely tightened his hold, bringing them even closer together with no space between them.

Both of them were only wearing thin undergarments, so Mo Yun Jing's every reaction was palpable to An Xue Tang at this moment, very obvious.

Her face was like a ripe tomato, exceptionally red and exceptionally hot.

He kissed her as if he were the master of heaven and earth. After an unknown amount of time, she felt him finally let go of her in a daze.

An Xuetang's eyes were tightly shut, and a sheen of sweat had formed on her full, smooth forehead, even on her tiny nose. Of course, she wasn't the only one sweating; Mo Yunjing was faring no better at this moment.

He was sweating so much that his perspiration had already dripped onto An Xuetang's face. At this moment, An Xuetang slowly opened her eyes and after a few moments, her consciousness finally returned. Seeing his enduring appearance, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Mo Yun Jing's pitch-black, deep-set eyes narrowed slightly. His voice was low and husky, "What are you laughing at Is it that funny"

An Xuetang raised an eyebrow and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Ajing, you know you shouldn't do this. Why are you making things difficult for yourself You're just looking for trouble. Are you a little foolish"

Listening to her slightly schadenfreude-laced words, Mo Yunjing's eyes grew even deeper, and his voice became increasingly hoarse, "How do you know it can't be done"

"..."

An Xuetang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pressed her hands against his chest, "You... you... Don't mess around, okay This is... this is a temple, a sacred place of Buddhism, we shouldn't..."

Mo Yun Jing curled his lips, "What this king wants to do, sugar, do you think this excuse can stop this king"

An Xuetang pursed her lips, quickly shaking her head in fright. "No, no, our Bei Jiang Wang is very powerful. No one would dare to obstruct him from doing anything he wants, but... A Jing, we should still give Buddha some face, right"

Every time Mo Yunjing called himself "Your Majesty," it meant he was about to get serious. Right now, she had to find a way to calm him down quickly.

This is Jinchuan Temple. No matter what, we can't do anything here.

Seeing her nervous appearance, Mo Yunjing finally let out a chuckle, then rolled over to lie beside her, pulling her close into his arms with one hand.

An Xuetang's head was pressed against his chest, listening to his slightly rapid heartbeat. A sweet, shallow smile played on her lips.

It was rare for the two of them to have this kind of quiet time together, lying down like this. Mo Yunjing gently stroked her long hair with one hand, his low voice softly speaking:

"Tangtang, about the baby skeleton, don't tell Ziling and your elder brother."

An Xuetang blinked her big eyes, "Why Zi Ling is one thing, after all, he's still a child and shouldn't be worried too much. But why not tell your elder brother He's also your mother's son and has the right to know."

"I'll tell him when I've cleared up the truth. For now, don't bother him with these things; his body needs to rest."

An Xuetang, thinking of Mo Yunchen's physical condition, also nodded. That was right, Mo Yunchen was now both armless and poisoned. His health was very poor. If his mood was further disturbed by these troublesome matters, it would be detrimental to his recovery.

Thinking about this, An Xuetang softly hummed in agreement, "Alright, I won't say anything about this. But Ajing, do you really believe that the infant's corpse is the child Mother Concubine carried back then"

"Half-believing, half doubting."

Mo Yunjing's eyes were deep and he remained silent for a moment before saying, "However, whenever my mother returned from Jinchuan Temple back then, she would indeed mention Huayuan Abbot to me and my elder brother. She seemed very trusting of Abbot Huayuan, so telling him these things seems quite believable."

An Xue Tang pursed her lips, “Master Huai Yuan certainly has a face that makes people instinctively want to trust him. However, we can’t just take his word for it. As for the baby's origins, I think we should investigate further.”

To be honest, apart from Mo Yunjing, Feng Ming, and Mo Junyi, she didn't easily trust people. Everything this beggar said seemed plausible, but she felt it was best to keep her guard up.

He shouldn't blindly trust everything he says just because he has a portrait of the former empress.

As for this, Mo Yunjing was more cautious than her. He hummed in response, "I'll have Yun Si investigate after we return to the estate."

"Ajing, to be honest, I've been thinking, if what Hua Yuan said is true, then the person who entered my mother's room all those years ago and let her go unharmed... could it have been her so-called childhood sweetheart"

"And that man who came to grab the portrait, who could he be Could he have something to do with Mother Consort's childhood sweetheart"

"And what about the child's death After being carried out of the palace by a maidservant that year, who did they encounter And why would those people be so cruel as to brutally kill such an infant"

What deep grudge could drive those people to such extreme cruelty, suffocating a baby by pinching her nose shut and even severing her limbs before she died

Any doubts raised by An Xuetang were swirling in Mo Yunjing's mind, they were also things he couldn't figure out.

Besides these questions, he wanted to know more about who had stolen his mother's body from the imperial mausoleum.

One who can steal a body from the imperial tomb silently and without detection is truly formidable.

After raising these questions, An Xue Tang suddenly patted her forehead and said, "A-Jing, I'm sorry!"

Why suddenly apologize

"Look at the kind of questions I'm asking. If you knew these things, you wouldn't be in such a passive situation."

Mo Yunjing gently rubbed her forehead, "It's fine, you connecting these problems together is also like helping me sort out my thoughts. Perhaps over the years, I may have overlooked some important figures!"ockery curving her lips. Did Zhao Li think he could restrain her with the Three Obediences and Four Virtues... whether or not An Xuetang would fall for this. ...In this day and age, for a woman to be...