Chapter 388 - Feng Yurans Rescue in Xiuning Workshop (2/2)

“Is this place close to Xiuning Workshop?” Mo Xuetong groaned slightly.

She was not worried if Feng Yuran would know about this for he could easily found out her ident.i.ty if he utilized his hidden power to launch an investigation into her. She was now worried about the loyalty of these men. The matter today seemed mysterious and strange regardless of how she looked at it. It was unnecessary to abduct her just to reveal her ident.i.ty, as if they wanted this matter to be blown out of proportion.

Furthermore, after more than 30 years, the secret guards had entered into civilian life, could they still be as loyal to her as before? In her previous life, as she died miserably in Fu General manor, those people still did not act, as if they never existed and never had the responsibility to protect her.

If they were really loyal, they only need to send a few people to protect her to prevent her miserable death. That meant that there was a problem within this group of people. She could not believe in them without any precautions. In her previous life, it was informed to her that danger often came from her side.

Being overly gullible would only make her more susceptible to danger. She had much more clarity compared to her previous life.

However, to prepare for her future, it wasn’t appropriate for her to turn against them now.

Mo Xuetong could not feel any blood connections to her maternal grandfather King Jin. Someone who tried to usurp the throne would not be a benevolent person.

Even her sweet and gentle Mother calculated on her, making Nanny Ming swore a vicious oath so she could not understand anything.

That made her heartbroken.

However, no matter what had happened, she still loved her mother. Be it in this life or in her previous life, the love from her mother was the motivation for her to continue in her journey, but that did not include the unconditional trust in the group of secret guards next to her mother.

“Very close, two bends away if we go by the back door.” Shopkeeper Xing understood Mo Xuetong’s hidden intention as he stood up and led Mo Xuetong out of the house. They descended down a flight of secret stairs and turned into a door, walking past a narrow hallway. Mo Xuetong’s Xiuning Workshop was on the other side.

At the narrow pathway, Mo Xuetong turned back.

King Jin’s Manor had retreated to their very end for choosing such a position. Now, the prosperous King Jin Manor only had wilted branches and broken walls left. Other than his family members, no one would remember the previously well-known King Jin. With the pa.s.sage of time, how many would be as loyal as they were 30 years ago!

Feng Yuran sat at the small living room where Shopkeeper Xing normally met his guests. In front of the door, Feng Yue stood there with his head lowered. Mo Xuetong came over and his eyes lit up, standing upright and whispering respectfully to Mo Xuetong, “My lady, His Highness is inside for a while already. He smashed a teacup just now.”

He then pointed at the broken pieces of the teacup outside the door, signaling the wrath of the man inside.

“Shopkeeper Xing, go and take a look at the goods. I shall tend to His Highness. Tell your men to send a few more pots of tea, as well as the specialty snacks from the restaurant opposite.” Mo Xuetong ordered.

“Yes.” Shopkeeper Xing replied respectfully and retreated, asking his man to prepare.

She pushed the door open and before she had time to examine the interiors of the room, she was tightly hugged by someone inside. The familiar voice made her body soft involuntarily as the door was slammed shut due to his heavy kick, giving off a loud noise.

Outside, Feng Yue’s neck retracted at the loud noise from within. He touched the cold sweat on his forehead and felt like he had revived. His master was really angry!

“Are you alright? Are you injured?” Feng Yuran’s long slender eyes examined Mo Xuetong and only became calm after he realized that she was alright. A simmer of light flashed across his eyes as he secretly lamented those people for touching his woman, as if he became useless after breaking his leg.

“Why did you come out? Isn’t your leg still ‘injured’?” Mo Xuetong pushed him away and pulled him to the chair at one side, asking him with a soft and tender voice. He had excused himself from court using his injury as an excuse so as to retract himself from the conflict between Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yuzhen. If someone realized that his leg was uninjured, his plan would fail.

“How can I still pretend when something happened to my Tong’er. Hmph, those people have been too bored these days.” Feng Yuran snorted as he gave a cold chilly smile. His handsome face wore a devious and bloodthirsty charm, instead of an arrogant demeanor.

She wanted to tell him the truth slowly, but some people did not want him to wait.

“What will you do if I am hiding something from you?” Mo Xuetong blinked her watery eyes carefully and asked.

Her upright body was pulled down into his warm embrace. As she was hugged in front of him, she could not see his body but could hear his cold groan which signaled his unhappiness. Immediately, she pulled his sleeves and explained hurriedly, “I didn’t mean to purposefully hide this from you. I merely do not know how to break it to you.”

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