"Betray the country?" In the quiet hall, Mo Xiuyao's voice sounded faintly. Noble Consort Liu, who had been so confident just a moment ago, immediately lost her composure. Even the slim figure in white couldn't help but tremble. She already knew how cold and heartless this man she had once been infatuated with could be. Although Da Chu State had nothing to do with the Prince Ding Mansion now, if Mo Xiuyao knew what she had done … Noble Consort Liu couldn't help but shiver. She looked at the man in front of her who seemed to be neither happy nor angry.
Although they originally thought that it was too easy for the Northern Tribes to break into the Pass, they didn't suspect Noble Consort Liu. But thinking about it seriously, the Liu Family was Mo Jingqi's most trusted minister in the past, and Mo Jingqi had always made no distinction between civil and military officials, appointing officials at will. It wasn't surprising that the Liu Family knew a lot about Da Chu State's military defenses. Although Mo Jingli had completely abandoned the Liu Family before his death, and Mo Jingli had always been on guard against the Liu Family, he had never considered setting up defenses. After all, on the surface, this had nothing to do with the Liu Family. Most importantly, the one who leaked this information to the Northern Tribes was not anyone else in the Liu Family, but Noble Consort Liu, who was the least likely to do it.
Looking at the pale woman in white, Ye Li shook her head helplessly and sighed inwardly. Although she hated Noble Consort Liu, Ye Li still remembered the arrogant woman in white who stood beside Mo Jingqi and looked down on her. Who would have thought that Noble Consort Liu, who was once the most favored in the palace, would fall to such a state?
"Xiuyao?" Ye Li thought for a moment. She still felt that it was better to let Mo Xiuyao deal with Noble Consort Liu personally. Noble Consort Liu's ending was sad, but also hateful.
Mo Xiuyao smiled and held Ye Li's hands. "This matter … actually has nothing to do with us now. Send someone to invite Prince Li and Prince Changxing over. " Now, Mo Jingli was the Regent of the Da Chu State, and Noble Consort Liu was Mo Xiaoyun's mother. Naturally, she would be handed over to them. He believed that Mo Jingli, who had been fooled by this woman, would definitely give him a satisfactory punishment.
Mo Jingli arrived very quickly. A few days ago, Mo Xiuyao had caused him to bleed profusely. When Mo Jingli arrived, he didn't look too good. Beside him were Ye Ying and Princess Xi Xia, whose expressions were similarly ugly. However, compared to Princess Xi Xia, Ye Ying's appearance wasn't that bad. Actually, if Mo Jingli married Dongfang You, the biggest victim would be Princess Xi Xia. After all, Ye Ying still had the title of Princess Consort. After so many years, Princess Xixia still had nothing. He had tried to meet Princess Anxi several times in Glass City, but was rejected by her on the grounds that the Queen needed to take care of her baby. If Mo Jingli really married a woman with such a powerful background like Dongfang You, where would there be a place for Princess Xi Xia in the Prince Ding Mansion?
Following behind Mo Jingli and the other two were Mo Xiaoyun and Princess Zhen Ning.
"Uncle Prince Ding, Princess Consort, what happened …" Before Princess Zhen Ning could finish speaking, she saw Noble Consort Liu standing at the side. Her expression couldn't help but change. These days, Princess Zhen Ning had taken some medicine from Shen Yang to apply. The hideous scars on her face already had some visible effects. Perhaps because she saw hope, Princess Zhen Ning's mood improved a lot. Even the gloominess between her brows dissipated a lot. Although she might not be able to fully recover, at least she wouldn't scare people. However, when she saw Noble Consort Liu, Princess Zhen Ning's expression still turned ugly. Not only because of the pain that Noble Consort Liu caused her, but also because of what Shen Yang said at Prince Changxing's Mansion that day. In the past, Princess Zhen Ning resented because her mother had hurt her. Now, it was complete disgust and disgust. Princess Zhen Ning felt that it was no surprise that a woman who was willing to kill her own unborn children for the sake of beauty had almost caused her death back then.
"Why is she still here?" Princess Zhen Ning frowned in disgust.
Mo Jingli's expression was also ugly. He hadn't forgotten how Noble Consort Liu had lied to him about the whereabouts of the children. It was just that he couldn't do anything because of Yelu Ye. Now that Yelu Ye had left, this woman was still here … A cold light flashed through Mo Jingli's eyes. He looked at Mo Xiuyao with an unkind expression and said, "You called me here just to see this woman?"
Mo Xiuyao raised his brows and calmly repeated Yelu Ye's words. After hearing Mo Xiuyao's words, everyone's expression turned ugly. Not only Mo Jingli and Mo Xiaoyun, but even Princess Xixia and Ye Ying looked at Noble Consort Liu with shock. Although they were all women, they weren't good people. But to be honest, they had never thought of committing treason. Even though Princess Xixia had followed Mo Jingli for so many years, she had never thought of telling Mo Jingli the secret of Nanzhao's imperial family's survival.
"Liu Yunchang!" Princess Zhen Ning couldn't help but scream. She glared at Noble Consort Liu viciously as if she had been dipped in poison. This woman … this woman was really crazy! Had she never thought of what would happen to the Liu Family and her children if the Northern Tribes army were to be lured into Da Chu State? She thought of how she and her brother had felt when Da Chu was almost destroyed and how she and her brother had been waiting for death together … So it was her biological mother who had caused all of this.
"Bitch!" Mo Jingli's expression was malicious as he ruthlessly slapped her. This slap was completely merciless. Even though Noble Consort Liu knew some martial arts compared to other women, she still fell to the ground from this swift and swift slap. Her forehead hit a nearby chair. Noble Consort Liu spat out a mouthful of blood and clutched her abdomen in pain. She even spat out a tooth along with the blood. Although many days had passed, the wound from Princess Zhen Ning's stab had not completely healed. Now that she had fallen to the ground, the wound on her abdomen burned with pain.
A slap was not enough to relieve the anger in Mo Jingli's chest. This woman … The Da Chu State had been defeated so badly and had retreated to Jiangnan. It was all because of this woman! Seeing that Mo Xiuyao now occupied this vast land while he could only retreat to Jiangnan, which was less than a quarter of his original land, Mo Jingli wanted to cut Noble Consort Liu into pieces and grind her bones to dust.
"Prince Li," Mo Jingli wanted to go forward and kick her a few more times but was stopped by Mo Xiuyao.
Mo Jingli looked at him coldly and said mockingly, "Could it be that Prince Ding still wants to save this bitch? That's right … In the past, this woman was deeply in love with Prince Ding. "
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying faintly, "Prince Li misunderstood. I wanted to say … don't dirty I's floor. Also … don't teach the child bad things." Everyone was stunned and followed Mo Xiuyao's gaze. Sure enough, they saw a small head poking out of the door and looking curiously at the situation inside with big round eyes. Ye Li's face darkened, saying faintly, "Yu Chen, are you coming or not?"
Mo Xiaobao blinked and waved at Ye Li with a smile. "Niangqin, what are you doing here?" Stepping over the threshold into the hall, everyone saw that there was a string of little radishes behind her. Leng Junhan and Xu Zhirui also followed behind. Seeing Ye Li's expression, Mo Xiaobao knew that things were not good. Niangqin was angry. He quickly put on an innocent smile and ran towards Ye Li. A white shadow flashed. Noble Consort Liu, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly jumped up and threw herself at Mo Xiaobao.
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