After hearing Qiao'er's report, Yun Xianning's face was dim and unclear. Since she was neglected by the prince, the ladies and wives who often came to the royal palace to drink tea and chat with her were gone. So what did Mu Zhuyue do?

"Miss, Mu Zhuyue was retired by the Qi family in the North. I heard that Mu Qianye was beaten up hard. According to my servants, this woman can be seen."

"Do you need to talk too much?" Yun Xianning glanced at Qiao'er coldly, "Why don't you help me out?"

Qiaoer cursed Yun Xianning in her heart, "It's time, why are you pretending to be a lady?"

However, on the surface, he still respectfully helped Yun Xianning.

When Yun Xianning came to the garden from the room, the servant happened to bring Mu Zhuyue in.

"Sister Zhuyue, I didn't expect that Sister Zhuyue would take the time to see her. Xianning is really honored." When Yun Xianning faced Mu Zhuyue, she looked like a kind big sister.

"Sister Yun, don't be polite. Zhuyue had returned to the north with her father. She has just returned to Beijing recently. She has been recuperating at home for a few days. Today, she has time to see you. Please don't want to be accustomed to you."

Mu Zhuyue said and sighed, "Originally, although my husband and I are not as good as being with each other, they are also respectful. Last time I had an unhappy relationship with my husband, he threatened to divorce me, but he was just a moment of anger. Who would have thought that Mu Qianye would interfere and let my husband rest me. He would rather demolish a temple than destroy a marriage. My sister, this good marriage, was actually ruined by Mu Qianye. Even if she did not recognize me as her sister, she would not do such a conscience!"

Mu Zhuyue said two lines of tears and shedded.

Yun Xianning hurriedly came behind Mu Zhuyue to comfort her, "Sister Zhuyue, don't be sad. Xianning only realized in the past two days that Princess Rui was actually Mu Qianye. Xianning's innocent body was ruined by the plan she set up, and the prince also neglected me. If she had resentment towards Xianning, Xianning would have understood it. She would scold me or beat me, Xianning would not fight back. But the innocent of her daughter's family was comparable to life. If she hadn't let go of the prince in her heart, Xianning would have made a clear decision for death..."

Yun Xianning also sobbed as she said.

"Sister Xianning, don't be sad. She Mu Qianye did such a vicious thing, so we must not let her live a better life." Mu Zhuyue said fiercely.

"She has now left the North Wing Kingdom with King Rui. What can we stand with her?" When talking about this, Yun Xianning was full of anger but had no place to say anything!

"Sister Xianning, listen to me, Mu Qianye did not leave with King Rui." Mu Zhuyue whispered in Yun Xianning's ear.

"How could it be?" Yun Xianning didn't believe Mu Zhuyue's words.

"I don't believe it either, but last night I overheard a conversation between my father and another person. He told that the man Wushang Young Master was Mu Qianye, and Mu Qianye was Wushang Young Master. The two of them looked like each other, they were the same person!" Mu Zhuyue was extremely surprised when she heard this news.

"You mean that Mr. Wushang was pretended by Mu Qianye?" Yun Xianning was obviously shocked by the news.

"Sister Xianning, I was as shocked as you when I first heard this news, but I believe my father should have made no mistake."

"You said you heard what your father was talking about with another person? Do you know who the other man is?"

"I don't know." Mu Zhuyue's eyes flashed for a moment. It was obvious that she had concealed Yun Xianning in this matter. She heard her father's conversation and was discovered and caught by another man. It was impossible not to know who the man was.

The man who talked to his father in his father's study last night was Yunlang, the leader of the Killer League. His father wanted to ask Yunlang's Killer League to help him get rid of Mu Qianye, but she did not intend to let Yun Xianning know about such a thing.

She wished she could tear Mu Qianye into pieces, but she also wished Yun Xianning would die. If it weren't for the main thing to deal with Mu Qianye now, she wouldn't have come to see this woman when she was out of favor.

"What do you mean is that the killer Mang will take action to kill Mu Qianye?" Yun Xianning couldn't help but show joy. A woman like Mu Qianye must die!

"It's not certain yet." This is also the reason why Mu Zhuyue came to find Yun Xianning today. She also saw Mu Qianye's martial arts in Tianshui Pavilion that day. Although she didn't know why Mu Qianye knew martial arts, it was an indisputable fact that she knew martial arts. It's not too early to make a conclusion on whether the killer of the Killer League can take Mu Qianye's life.

"What do you mean?" Yun Xianning didn't understand what Mu Zhuyue wanted to do.

"I'll tell you...*￥￥…"

After Beitangxi returned to the capital, he was severely scolded by Beitang Qingtian.

Facing Beitang Qingtian's disappointment, Beitangxi did not regret it.

For some reason, he was out for a walk, but as he walked, he reached the foot of the mountain where Tianchan Temple was located.

During his cold and twenty years, he spent the only period of warmth that he felt was here. Although he was confused and not very sober at that time, and could not even see the real face of the woman, in nearly half a month, he felt that the woman cared for him carefully.

He thought he could keep that kind of warmth, and at that time he almost wanted to move the whole world to Xianning.

However, she changed, becoming completely different from the woman in his memory.

So my feelings for her gradually faded, and even when I saw the scene of her and other men committing sexual misconduct, I couldn't arouse the turmoil in his heart.

Perhaps, all he could keep was the distant and vague memory in his mind.

Subconsciously, Beitangxi took a step forward and walked up to Tianchan Temple.

The temple is as solemn as the temple in my memory, and the gold suits of the Bodhisattva in the temple are not worn out at all.

Red walls, golden Buddhas, quaint beams...

After walking through the Main Hall and heading to the wing room behind, it was the wing room for pilgrims to stay with him that warm memories were carried.

Standing in front of one of the rooms, Beitangxi did not move for a long time, just because this was the room he had been sleeping in for more than ten days.

At this time, a monk of a small grade came over and said, "Will the donor come back to see this room?"

As soon as the little monk opened his mouth, he did not call him Prince Beitangxi, but called him the donor.

"When the donor was unconscious here that day, I was afraid that you would pass away like this." The young monk was not yet old, and he still spoke in the tone of a layman.
Chapter completed!