The pain in his back woke Mo Bai up. Under the dim moonlight, a wisp of fragrance penetrated the tip of his nose.

"Who?" A dry and hoarse voice sounded.

Yue Qing paused and gave him a blow without thinking. Don't blame me for being cruel. I blame you for waking up in the middle.

Following the blood trail, he found the tuft of grass and threw the person into it.

Yue patted her hands gently and walked back vigorously. Go home and educate your son. Don't pick up any attractive men when you see them. Throwing away garbage is very troublesome, okay?

After Yue Qingqing returned home, she saw Xiao Xuan sleeping soundly on the table, and her anger dissipated. She gently carried his little body to the bed and had a good night's sleep.

Late at night, Mo Bai woke up quietly. Who saved him? He rubbed his sore neck, and then fired a signal arrow.

Not long after, dozens of men in black appeared in front of him.

"Go and find out who lives nearby!"

The rustling sounds fell, and the place became quiet again.

In the magnificent palace, Duanmu Chen sat cross-legged on the stone bed and looked at the information collected by his men, the expression between his brows could not help but soften.

When the people standing next to him saw this, their eyes widened involuntarily. The palace master actually smiled so gently. Damn...what the hell...

"Who did it to her four years ago? Check it out!" Duanmu Chen crossed his legs together and leaned lazily on the couch, with a sharp flash in his eyes.

He was not interested in knowing how Yue Qingqing lived in the Yue family, nor was he interested in knowing what happened to Yue Qingqing in the past four years. He just wanted to know who touched Yue Qingqing...

"My subordinate, go now!" The people on the side did not dare to neglect, their eyes were full of excitement.

Yue Qingqing, who is this? Can the palace lord be so interested in her? Is she the future palace lord’s wife?

Duanmu Chen half-closed his eyes and tapped the table with his slender fingers.

Falling over the shoulder? Yue Qingqing, your temperament suddenly changed. I guess the reason is!

Did you create Yemeng? It seems that Yemeng has encountered some difficulties recently. Since you are so cute, I will help you!

As the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell, Yue Qingqing was awakened by a knock on the door. She pressed her temples, tucked Xiao Xuan in and got up.

"Quietly!" A soft voice sounded.

Yue frowned slightly and closed the door without thinking.

There was a loud "bang" sound, which almost broke the gentle smile on Yue Wanying's face.

"Sister Ying, why do we have to take her with us when we go to the auction!" Shen Yiyi looked dissatisfied. She remembered what happened yesterday clearly. If it hadn't been for Ye Meng's excellent ointment, she would never have recovered.

So fast.

"Yiyi, Qingqing has never been to an auction. We..." Yue Wanying whispered in Shen Yiyi's ear, and the dissatisfaction on Shen Yiyi's face immediately disappeared.

She clenched her pink fist and nodded vigorously. Sister Ying is right. If you can't compare with you in terms of strength, then you will be embarrassed until you die!

Yue Qingqing kept leaning against the door, sensing something fishy from the brief conversation, and a trace of ridicule flashed in her eyes.

"Mother..." Yue Xiaoxuan rubbed her eyes and sat on the bed, with saliva marks still on her face.

The softness in her heart was easily touched, and Yue gently walked over to dress him.
Chapter completed!