C119 (2/2)

”This is between her and me.” Mo Feiye's voice carried a tinge of coldness.

Mo Hao glanced at Mo Feiye, ”It's not that I want to force you, but those old fellows are dissatisfied that you haven't sat on the throne and have to take revenge for your royal father and mother. It seems that all of them have the intention of coming out to help you.”

”Those few old fellows are incomparably stubborn. If they knew that you fell in love with the daughter of your enemy, I'm afraid they would attack Ranran …” Mo Hao had not finished speaking when the teacup in his hand shattered with a kacha sound.

”Now that I've said it, you decide what you want to do.” If Mo Feiye truly cared for Ranran, he would know what to do. He didn't need to explain other things, Mo Feiye could understand it himself.

Blood dripped from the cup in Mo Feiye's hand.

Mo Hao glanced at Mo Feiye's bleeding hand, and without saying a word, he walked out of the house, and the moment he closed the door, a cold glint flashed past his eyes.

Looks like he was going to help Mo Feiye make this decision.

It was night, and the emperor held a welcoming banquet for Ye Ao and the envoys in the palace. At this moment, the palace was much more lively than normal nights.

”I believe that it must have been hard for the Emperor and his envoys to come from afar. Come, let me toast you.” Mu Ling stood up from the seat of honor, holding a cup of wine. As fellow emperor, Ye Ao's seat was not too far away from Mu Ling.

From the moment he entered the palace, Ye Ao had a cold expression, the scars on his face was already extremely scary, adding the fact that the bruises from yesterday's fights had not scattered, he looked extremely fierce, and compared to the smiling Mu Ling, he was even more terrifying.

Mu Ling kept his wine cup raised up, but Ye Ao did not reply. The ministers did not dare make a sound, and the originally lively hall instantly quietened down.

”Your Majesty.” Seeing that, Meng Zhan who was sitting beside Ye Ao immediately pulled at the corner of his clothes, reminding him softly that this was Mu Kingdom, not theirs.

Ye Ao was pulled by Meng Zhan, and then he raised his wine cup and exchanged respects with Mu Ling.

”Thank you for your hospitality. I've been here for more than a day and have yet to see my good-for-nothing son. I wonder if Your Majesty can let me meet him today?” Ye Ao drank all the wine in one gulp, then looked at Mu Ling.

Last night, not only did he not see Qingxuan, he was even almost caught as a thief. Even though he managed to escape, he still sustained some injuries, which further increased his hatred for Mu Ling. However, even though he wished for nothing more than to skin Mu Ling, he could not tear off Mu Ling's face. At the very least, he could not right now …

”Long time no see. Tonight is your welcoming banquet. Let's not talk about this. Come, come, drink with me again.” Mu Ling turned around and picked up a wine cup beside him, wanting to pour some for Ye Ao's drink.

Ye Ao's eyes darkened, the hand that was holding onto the wine cup was about to fall, but he was caught by the quick thinking Meng Zhan.

Meng Zhan whispered in his ear, ”Your Majesty, he's trying to provoke you. Don't be rash.”

Ye Ao's hand gripped the wine cup tightly, and only after a long while did he let go of it. By the time he had loosened his grip, the wine cup in his hand had already been deformed by his hand.

”Ye Ao, why is your wine cup so bad? Men, bring another one for him.” Mu Ling saw that the wine cup in Ye Ao's hand had changed shape, his mouth formed a smile, but that smile disappeared after a moment.

Just as Mu Ling finished pouring wine for Ye Ao, a eunuch ran over in a panic, and bumped into a few palace maids who were carrying a plate of wine. The voice attracted everyone's attention.

The eunuch crawled to Mu Ling's feet and knelt down.

Seeing that, the Chief Eunuch scolded softly: ”What are you doing in such a hurry! Even if you had ten heads, it would still not be enough to cut them off! ”