Monitoring Murong Zixuan After listening to Xia Yifeng's order, Liu Yiyi frowned reluctantly.
Accepting Xia Yifeng's gaze, Liu Yiyi lowered her head and thought for a long time before speaking: "Is this matter related to Mu Yan?
What you just said to Xia Mingyi can't be true, is she really in your bedroom?
"among" "Yiyi."
Calling Liu Yiyi's name softly, Xia Yifeng's eyes flashed with chilling emotions.
"When will you start questioning what I say?"
Still with a faint smile on her face, Xia Yifeng sat quietly in the chair, holding the side of her face with one hand, staring at Liu Yiyi's expression motionlessly.
Seeing Liu Yiyi hesitantly wanting to say something but not saying it in the end, Xia Yifeng nodded with satisfaction and said, "Now that you understand, just do what I said.
Ziluo, go make arrangements for tomorrow.
It's up to you to inform Jiang Shuying.
I want to see what her expression will be like when she knows that her son is dead."
After explaining the affairs between the two of them, Xia Yifeng thought of Mu Yan who was still thrown into the palace by him.
With a flash of helplessness in his eyes, Xia Yifeng stood up and walked out of the study, heading towards the palace.
Returning to his room and standing at the door, Xia Yifeng looked at the person still lying on the bed from a distance.
The empty heart was filled in an instant.
Walking slowly to the bed, Xia Yifeng sighed softly.
Reaching out to untie the acupuncture points on Mu Yan's body, Xia Yifeng watched Mu Yan sit up silently, glanced at his torn clothes, and then sat there wrapped in a quilt.
Xia Yifeng cleared her throat awkwardly and asked, "Are you hungry?
I'll ask someone to prepare some food for you."
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty.
I think it's better to forget it."
His unfocused gaze fell on Xia Yifeng's face, and Mu Yan expressionlessly rejected Xia Yifeng's kindness.
"The food in this palace is not something that a commoner like me can afford.
Your Majesty is very tolerant and hopes that the common people will be given a way to live and let me leave here."
"Leave" Mu Yan's words made Xia Yifeng's good mood disappear in an instant.
Looking at Mu Yan with a sneer, Xia Yifeng asked jokingly: "Where else do you think you can go?
I told you that I will not let you leave this palace again.
If you are worried about that boy from the Murong family, then I will tell you You don’t have to worry about him, because before I kill him, I will take you there in person to see how he died.”
"Xia Yifeng.
I really regret knowing you."
He raised his eyes and met Xia Yifeng, who was standing by the bed.
Mu Yan's hoarse voice was filled with endless desolation, "Tell me, what should I do to let you go?
Let the Murong family go."
"Don't even think about it in this life."
With two balls of anger flashing in his eyes, Xia Yifeng took a step forward, tightly held Mu Yan's wrist, and unexpectedly threw Mu Yan onto the bed again.
Watching the quilt slide down to Mu Yan's chest, Xia Yifeng patiently controlled her emotions and looked at Mu Yan underneath her.
Asked: "Why don't you believe me?"
"Why should I believe you?"
He found Xia Yifeng's question extremely funny.
Mu Yan raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically and looked at Xia Yifeng in confusion.
"Why should I trust you who used me, killed my whole family, and even tried to take my life?
Xia Yifeng, what is one thing about you that is worthy of my trust?
Don't compare yourself with Murong Zixuan, because you, even him Not even one of my fingers can compare.”
Listening to Mu Yan's clear accusation, Xia Yifeng felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Breathing gradually became heavier, Xia Yifeng looked at the disdain and hatred for herself in Mu Yan's eyes, and slowly let go of the hand holding her wrist in annoyance.
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The two of them had been frozen there in a strange posture, looking at each other, but not saying a word.
He left Mu Yan's body dejectedly and sat on the edge of the bed.
Xia Yifeng was unable to argue with Mu Yan anymore about what he had done to her.
Looking at Mu Yan, Xia Yifeng said unexpectedly: "What would you think if I said that the murderer of Mu Tong was not someone else but Murong Zixuan?"
"It's impossible to fart."
Without even thinking about it, Mu Yan responded rudely to Xia Yifeng's words.
Sitting up suddenly, Mu Yan ignored the quilt that slipped from his body, stared at Xia Yifeng mockingly, and asked with a sneer: "Do you think I will believe you if you say this?
Tell me, what does Murong Zixuan have?"
What motive is there to attack Mu Tong?
In the past few years, who has been taking care of Mu Tong, not you?
So you are not qualified to accuse Murong Zixuan of wrongdoing, understand?
Xia Yifeng, don't say that the person who killed Mu Tong was Murong Zixuan, even if it is true.
He, I believe he must have his own reasons."
Shouting loudly to Xia Yifeng, Mu Yan found that he could no longer control his emotions when facing Xia Yifeng.
"You mean, if Mu Tong really died at the hands of Murong Zixuan, you would forgive him, right?"
Xia Yifeng said with a gloomy expression.
Xia Yifeng never thought that what she would get would be like this.
Answer.
Seeing Mu Yan sitting in front of him with a serious look on his face, Xia Yifeng had never had such an urge to kill someone before He quickly grabbed Mu Yan's long hair that was scattered on his shoulders.
Seeing Mu Yan still glaring at him with an unchanged expression, Xia Yifeng said with a smile instead of anger: "Very good, I want to see if you can tolerate him."
When will you not believe it?
Oh, don’t you suspect that I sent someone to kill Murong Zixuan?
I’m going to go and prove the crime you’ve pinned on me now.
And those two bastards you and Murong Zixuan, I want you to see it with your own eyes.
Look how they died."
He stood up and strode away, but Xia Yifeng's clothes were tightly grabbed by Mu Yan.
The fair skin is covered with marks left by Xia Yifeng.
Naked and embarrassed, he grabbed the corner of Xia Yifeng's clothes.
Mu Yan looked at Xia Yifeng with scarlet eyes and said in a trembling voice: "If you dare to touch a hair of my child, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost."
"Why are you afraid?"
Xia Yifeng looked at Mu Yan below him with a victor's attitude, and sneered, "If you beg for mercy, you have to beg for mercy, right?
I have killed countless people, and I still care about those two brats.
He killed Murong Zixuan and two children, but you will stay in the cold palace for the rest of your life and never think of leaving this palace again."
Exuding a cold and decisive aura, Xia Yifeng knocked down Mu Yan's hand that grabbed the corner of his clothes, turned around and walked out without hesitation.
But the sound of footsteps coming from behind made him frown uncontrollably: