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Chapter 715

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After fifteen minutes, Mo Qingyun and the other two returned to the Tianyan Mansion.

However, when Mo Qingyun walked into the Conference Hall, the atmosphere in the hall was a little tense.

Seeing this, Mo Qingyun's expression turned solemn. He quickly asked Mo Hong Tian, "Grandfather, what happened? Why does everyone look so worried? "

In Mo Qingyun's opinion, Mo Hong Tian and the rest should still be aware that Long Hanyan had left with Qian Qiu Qiao and the rest.

If that was the case, why would Mo Hong Tian and the rest have such a reaction? This scene was just too abnormal!

"Qing Yun, you're back!"

Seeing Mo Qingyun walking towards him, Mo Hong Tian replied listlessly. He then said to Mo Qingyun in a deep voice, "Yu Qian Yi is back. It seems like he has something important to tell you. It seems like something happened to Ling 'er in the Mysterious Ice Palace. He's in your second aunt's room. Hurry up and go take a look."

"Yu Qian Yi?"

Hearing Mo Hong Tian's words, Mo Qingyun's expression immediately tensed up. He was shocked.

Ever since Yu Qian Yi brought Mo Qingyun to the Mysterious Ice Palace, Mo Qingyun had not seen him. Now, he had suddenly come to the Tianyan Mansion.

This news really surprised Mo Qingyun.

After that, Mo Qingyun no longer hesitated and immediately went to Mo Yueru's room. Chi Lian and Wang Zishu followed closely behind.

"Eh? Zishu came back with Qing Yun. Why don't I see Han Yan? Could it be that Han Yan has returned to the Long Family? "

Seeing that Long Hanyan was not around, Mo Hong Tian's old face was filled with doubt. However, he did not immediately ask.

After a short while, Mo Qingyun and the rest arrived at Mo Yueru's room.

At this moment, Mo Yueru's face was filled with sorrow. She was using a wet towel to wipe the blood off the man on the bed.

Yu Qian Yi was injured!

Seeing this, Mo Qingyun's heart immediately tightened. A sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.

"Qing Yun, you're back!"

As soon as Mo Qingyun walked into the room, Mo Yueru saw him and said excitedly, "Qing Yun, Qian Yi has something important to tell you. Come down quickly."

"Alright!"

When Mo Qingyun heard this, he immediately walked in front of Yu Qian Yi and checked his injuries.

With one look, Mo Qingyun's expression relaxed. Although there were many wounds on Yu Qian Yi's body, none of them were fatal, so there wasn't much of a problem.

"My injuries aren't a problem!"

Seeing that Mo Qingyun was checking his injuries, Yu Qian Yi waved his hand weakly. He then said to Mo Qingyun in a deep voice, "Mo Qingyun, Princess Ling is in great trouble now. She wants you to return to the Mystic Ice Palace immediately to help her."

Sister Mo Ling is really in trouble!

Hearing Yu Qian Yi's words, Mo Qingyun's expression immediately became serious. The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

Immediately, Mo Qingyun's expression became nervous. He quickly asked Yu Qian Yi, "Quickly tell me, what kind of trouble is Sister Mo Ling in?"

"It's like this. A few days ago, Hun Yang was appointed as the Young Sect Leader. Then, he asked the Sect Leader for Princess Mo Ling's hand in marriage."

After hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Yu Qian Yi no longer hesitated. He immediately explained to Mo Qingyun, "The Sect Leader and the Grand Elders saw that Hun Yang's talent was outstanding. Now that he was appointed as the Young Sect Leader, they thought that he was a good match for Princess Ling. Therefore, the Sect Leader agreed to Hun Yang's request."

"Hun Yang?"

Hearing Yu Qian Yi's words, Mo Qingyun's expression immediately became tense. A strong sense of worry rose in his heart as he said, "I actually forgot that he was in the Mystic Ice Palace. He probably wants to take revenge on me by going to Sister Mo Ling."

The hatred between him and Hun Yang had been formed since the Hundred Countries Battlefield.

Now that Mo Qingyun heard that Hun Yang wanted to go to Mo Xin, he naturally thought that Hun Yang wanted to take revenge on him.

Mo Qingyun didn't believe that Hun Yang wanted to go to Hun Yang because he admired Mo Ling.

In this way, if Hun Yang really married Mo Ling, then Mo Ling's fate would be dangerous.

At this moment, while Mo Qingyun was worried, Yu Qian Yi revealed a serious expression and said, "When Princess Ling heard that the Sect Leader wanted to betroth her to Hun Yang, she immediately expressed her opposition to the Sect Leader. However, the Sect Leader and the Grand Elders all thought highly of Hun Yang. Therefore, Princess Ling's reluctance was directly ignored."

After saying this, Yu Qian Yi's expression became even more serious. He said in a heavy tone, "What made Princess Ling even more worried was that not long ago, she accidentally overheard Hun Yang's conversation. It turns out that Hun Yang wanted to marry her to make it easier for him to take charge of the Mystic Ice Palace. Secondly, he wanted to take revenge on Mo Qingyun."

"As expected!"

Hearing Yu Qian Yi's words, Mo Qingyun's heart immediately trembled. The worry in his heart intensified.

At this moment, while Mo Qingyun was worried, Yu Qian Yi didn't stop talking and continued, "Previously, Princess Ling also sent someone to pass on a message. Unfortunately, the moment those people left the Mystic Ice Palace, they were killed by Hun Yang's men. Until half a month ago, when I was on my way to the Mystic Ice Peak, I happened to meet Princess Ling. She then told me …"

After saying this, Yu Qian Yi's face revealed an ashamed expression. He apologized to Mo Qingyun and the others, "This is all my fault. If I didn't bring Princess Ling into the Mystic Ice Palace, this wouldn't have happened."

"You don't have to blame yourself. This matter isn't your fault. Leave the rest to me!"

Hearing Yu Qian Yi's self-blame, Mo Qingyun shook his head and asked, "Tell me, when is Sister Ling and Hun Yang's wedding?"

"There's still half a month before the Mystic Ice Palace's Summit Battle, which is held once every five years. Hence, Princess Ling's wedding has been arranged for a month later."

Yu Qian Yi's expression was solemn as he replied to Mo Qingyun. He then said, "In addition, the winner of each Summit Battle can make a request to the Palace Master. Perhaps you can use this to help Princess Ling."

"Summit Battle?"

Hearing Yu Qian Yi's words, Mo Qingyun immediately had a plan. He thought to himself, "There's only half a month left before the Summit Battle. Looks like I have to go to the Mystic Ice Palace immediately."

"Grandfather, second aunt … Now that Sister Ling is in danger, I have to go to the Mystic Ice Palace immediately!"

After thinking about this, Mo Qingyun didn't want to delay any longer and immediately told Mo Hong Tian and the others.

Since Mo Hong Tian and the others didn't know that Long Hanyan had already left with Qian Qiu Qiao and the others, they asked, "Qingyun, if you go to the Mystic Ice Palace now, what about your marriage with Han Yan?"

Hearing Mo Hong Tian's words, Mo Qingyun smiled faintly and explained, "Han Yan has been taken in as a direct disciple by a senior. Now, she's been brought to a secret place to cultivate. My marriage with her will be delayed for now."

In order to not let Mo Hong Tian and the others worry, Mo Qingyun thought of an excuse and brushed them off about Long Hanyan's departure.

Hearing Mo Qingyun's words, Mo Hong Tian and the others relaxed. They didn't suspect Mo Qingyun's words at all.

Seeing that Mo Hong Tian and the others didn't suspect anything, Mo Qingyun said to Chi Lian, "Chi Lian, no outsiders are allowed to enter the Mystic Ice Palace. You will stay in the Tianyan Mansion and protect the Tianyan Mansion for me."

"Yes, I will definitely protect the Tianyan Mansion!"

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