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Chapter 993

Words:1888Update:22/09/30 13:44:32

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Perhaps it was because Ye Li's reputation in the Mohist army was already high enough, or perhaps it was because all of the Mohist army's generals were extremely calm and composed. After the news of Mo Xiuyao's heavy injuries spread, the Mohist army did not fall into chaos and low morale as Feng Zhiyao and the others had feared. In fact, ten days later, when the news of Mo Xiuyao's death spread, the entire Mohist army did not have many problems. Instead, all of the soldiers of the Mo Family Army felt more hatred towards the enemy and shared a common enemy.

When they actually received Mo Xiuyao's obituary, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Even Mo Jingli, who had been full of confidence, and Lei Zhenting, who had been somewhat worried, could not believe it. No one could believe that Mo Xiuyao … the man who had caused everyone to be jealous of him, the man who had controlled half of the world for ten years, had actually … died just like that?

Looking at the letter in front of him, Lei Zhenting sighed with a complicated expression.

"Father?" Lei Tengfeng stood to the side, looking at Lei Zhenting's expression that seemed to be both happy and sad at the same time. Mo Xiuyao's death was naturally a good thing, but he did not know why his father had such an expression. This made Lei Tengfeng have a bad feeling. "Father, but … is there a problem with the news of Mo Xiuyao's death?"

In reality, Lei Tengfeng also did not dare to believe that Mo Xiuyao had died just like that. Mo Xiuyao's cunning and fickleness had also left a deep impression on Lei Tengfeng, so he couldn't help but suspect that Mo Xiuyao had faked his death. However, he did not understand why Mo Xiuyao had faked his death. Originally, this war had already been gradually leaning towards the Prince Ding Mansion. As long as nothing unexpected happened, even if the stalemate continued for another two or three years, the Prince Ding Mansion's chances of winning were much higher than Zhennan Palace's. Mo Xiuyao's arrival could be said to have completely given up all of their early advantages.

Lei Zhenting frowned and shook his head. "It doesn't seem like it, but we can't do anything about it. Send someone to investigate again, we must confirm whether Mo Xiuyao is really dead or not. "If Mo Xiuyao had really faked his death, he definitely had a big plan, and they could not let their guard down. However, in the current situation, if he stood still and did nothing, it was impossible for him to give up on this opportunity for nothing.

"Your son understands." Lei Tengfeng nodded. Of course, he also understood the importance of this matter. Another person who had the same thoughts as Lei Zhenting was Mo Jingli, who was far away outside the Cold Valley Pass.

In a secret stronghold somewhere in the Prince Ding Mansion, Mo Xiuyao looked at the secret memorial that his subordinate had presented and did not know whether to laugh or cry. Looking at the memorial filled with his own words, he could not help but mutter softly, "Li must be angry … this is terrible. But … this is hard to come by … "However, since Li Li had announced the news of his death, she must have a way to convince others of the authenticity of this news. This was extremely beneficial for his secret plans. As expected, not hiding it from Li Li was a good decision. If Feng Zhiyao and the others were in charge of the situation at Feihong Pass right now, they would have made a fool of themselves. This had nothing to do with ability. It was just that Feng Zhiyao and the others did not have Ye Li's prestige and status. They also did not have the tacit understanding between them and Mo Xiuyao that did not require words.

"Prince …" The subordinate standing in front of him looked at the muttering Prince in front of him, saying somewhat uncomprehendingly.

Mo Xiuyao's lips curled up in a smile, saying, "The battlefield will be left to Li Li and Feng San. We should also go and make preparations. "To be able to find such an opportunity to leave the battlefield without being suspected was really not easy. After all, his martial arts were really too strong. If there was no explanation for them working together, even if his corpse was placed in front of Lei Zhenting, Lei Zhenting would probably think that it was someone else in disguise. Infinite Boundless Mountain … this was really a good excuse. Since that was the case, he naturally had to make use of this opportunity to give Lei Zhenting and Mo Jingli a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering gift.

"But, Prince … your injuries …"

Mo Xiuyao lowered his head and glanced at his chest, waving his hand nonchalantly, saying, "What kind of injury is this? It's no big deal. Go. "

"Yes, your subordinate will take his leave."

Prince Ding's passing was a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering matter. Naturally, it could not be dealt with carelessly. Therefore, as soon as the news spread, the entire Mohist army camp and Feihong Pass were immediately covered in white cloth. Everywhere was covered with white cloth, the entire army wearing mourning clothes. When the commoners near Feihong Pass received the news, they also wore white clothes, many of them even crying out in pain. In this chaotic world, the commoners of the Northwest had always been living peacefully and peacefully. This was all thanks to the protection of the Prince Ding Mansion. Now, the commoners' pain was not only because they were worried about their own future, but also because they were mourning and sorrowful for the death of the Prince Ding, Mo Xiuyao.

"Princess, Jhennam Of Gojoseon of West-Hill has come." Within Feihong Pass, Ye Li was sitting in the study, reading through the tall pile of memorials on the table in front of her. Mo Xiuyao's sudden 'death' naturally meant that there were countless things to deal with. Whether it was Feihong Pass or the Prince Ding Mansion in Glass City, everyone was extremely busy. Xu Hongyu, Xu Qingchen and the others in Glass City were also so busy after sending someone to deliver a letter that they did not have any free time.

Ye Li raised her head and looked at Qin Feng, frowning, saying, "Lei Zhenting? What is he doing here? "

Qin Feng said, "Naturally, he is here to mourn the Prince." Even though the two sides were enemies now, Lei Zhenting had come to mourn in the name of West-Hill. The Mohist army could not do anything to him.

Casually putting the memorials to one side, Ye Li stood up and said, "Mourn? He is here to investigate, right? I thought he would send Lei Tengfeng. " Qin Feng thought for a moment and laughed in a low voice, "Between us subordinates, he is probably afraid that Princess will really kill Lei Tengfeng in a fit of anger." Lei Tengfeng was Lei Zhenting's only son, and Lei Zhenting was almost sixty now. It was probably too late to raise another son.

"Fine, let's go meet him. Get people to prepare, Mo Jingli is probably coming, "Ye Li said.

"Mo Jingli?" Qin Feng frowned and said, "Does he dare to come?" Mo Jingli was not a daring person. Going deep into the enemy's camp did not seem like something Mo Jingli would do. Ye Li walked out as she said, "He should have already received the news. Based on my understanding of Mo Jingli, he will not miss such an opportunity." After all, in Mo Jingli's life, Mo Xiuyao's death was the first time, and possibly the only time.

"I understand." Qin Feng nodded and said.

In the hall, Lei Zhenting sipped his tea while sizing up the entire hall. This mansion was originally the general's mansion in Feihong Pass. It was not particularly big, nor was it very luxurious. After Mo Xiuyao and the others moved in, they clearly did not put in any effort to decorate. Now that the entire mansion was covered by a plain white cloth, it was even colder and more dignified.

Not far away, Feng Zhiyao, who was in charge of receiving guests, and Leng Haoyu, who had just rushed back from the Chu capital, glared at Lei Zhenting with very unfriendly eyes. Being treated like this, Lei Zhenting was not angry. He just sat calmly and drank tea. After going to the mourning hall to burn incense, Lei Zhenting was considering how to personally see Mo Xiuyao's corpse. In such a heavily guarded mansion, it was obviously not feasible to sneak in and investigate.

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