: Getting to the bottom of things

"Humph," Murong Qing smiled coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "It turns out that the third prince is joking with us. We can't bear your jokes."

Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian exchanged glances with each other and understood the third prince's intention. Both of them were alert at this time.

They also glanced at the third prince, only to find that the third prince was staring at them deeply, with a mysterious smile on his lips.

Several people have their own agendas and agendas in their hearts.

On the surface, everyone is smiling and speaking politely, but in fact, there is a turmoil in the interior and there has already been a fight.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into an anxious state, and no one spoke first.

"A few distinguished guests are presiding over the ceremony. I'd like to invite some of you to the back hall for a fast meal. Please come with me."

At this moment, a young novice monk walked up not far away. He clasped his hands and bowed to Pei Mo and the others with a respectful tone.

"Thank you for hosting, please."

Pei Mo and Yan Jingtian didn't want to chat with the third prince, so they stood up and prepared to leave.

"It's nothing. I just heard that the night pearl is extremely valuable, and you accidentally lost it. You must be very upset, so I just want to show some concern."

Pei Mo interrupted him and said, "Isn't it because you don't want to see the third prince? You also hate him. Now that we have come down, don't think so much."

"Okay, this matter is not what you think. I will explain it to you when I have the opportunity in the future." Pei Mo comforted Yan Jingtian like a child.

Murong Qing noticed from the side that the atmosphere was tense. He was afraid that Yan Jingtian would offend the third prince and be retaliated by him, so he quickly gave Pei Mo a wink.

"Okay, I want to know the reason now. Why did you pretend to be sick just now?"

But the third prince's face gradually darkened, and he was obviously thinking of an excuse to punish Yan Jingtian.

When Pei Mo heard this question, his expression paused slightly. He already understood in his heart that the third prince was deliberately provoking trouble today. Others looked at him deeply.

The third prince himself wanted to make this matter a big deal, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened to Murong Qing, which prevented his plan from proceeding. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Murong Qing saw that something was not right about this situation, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, an idea came to his mind.

Finally realizing that he had been deceived by the two of them, Yan Jingtian suddenly felt unhappy.

The third prince saw that Yan Jingtian was already angry and felt very proud. He just smiled lightly and spoke as if the matter was of no importance.

"Ouch, my stomach suddenly hurts."

The third prince smiled happily: "If I have news, I will tell you as soon as possible. Lord Yan will wait for the news at home."

Murong Qing also smiled and persuaded him: "Have a good meal and let's go back now. Anyway, just don't think so much."

No, you have to force them to say it, otherwise you won't be able to feel at ease in your heart.

"How are you, madam? Let's go down the mountain right now." Pei Mo said in an urgent tone, even forgetting the third prince. He bent forward, picked up Murong Qing, and hurried down the mountain.

Yan Jingtian took a few steps forward and the third prince's face instantly darkened.

Ye Mingzhu was in the third prince's house, and Yan Jingtian knew it clearly in his heart. He was already very unhappy, but now he heard him making sarcastic remarks here, without caring about his rank, he became furious instantly.

Murong Qing was no longer in pain at this time and was hugged obediently by Pei Mo.

Yan Jingtian's frown deepened. He felt more and more that Pei Mo and Murong Qing were evasive and just didn't want to answer his questions.

Pei Mo had already understood and quickly stepped forward, stretching out his arm to stop Yan Jingtian.

When Yan Jingtian saw that Pei Mo and Murong Qing had already left, he hurriedly followed them down the mountain.

"It turns out you two were lying to me!"

"What do you mean by this?"

Yan Jingtian was stunned for a long time, and finally he patted his head as if he had a sudden realization.

Pei Mo saw that Murong Qing was standing aside calmly at first, but now he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Seeing this, a group of subordinates at the back quickly took two steps forward, pulled out the sword in their hands with a choking sound, and stood firmly in front of the third prince. They stared at Yan Jingtian with eager eyes, as if they were ready to start a fight.

"Sister-in-law, are you feeling better?" Yan Jingtian hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Why don't you find a place to rest first while Pei Mo and I go find the doctor."

Pei Mo and Murong Qing couldn't help but smile when they saw that he was as cute as a child.

Pei Mo's pace gradually slowed down, as if he was not in a hurry, which made Yan Jingtian even more confused. He glanced at the two of them involuntarily, wanting to ask something, but in the end he held back.

Considering the identity of the third prince, Yan Jingtian could only grit his teeth, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Murong Qing suddenly looked painful, and slowly bent down, squatting on the ground, holding his stomach tightly with both hands, as if the pain was unbearable.

Finally reaching the foot of the mountain, Pei Mo gently placed Murong Qing on the ground.

No one mentioned Ye Mingzhu in the chat just now, but now the third prince deliberately mentioned it. This was obviously a matter of not opening which pot, and Yan Jingtian suddenly became angry.

"Third Prince, please calm down. Jingtian was just angry for a moment and had no intention of offending the Third Prince." Pei Mo asked his men to hold Yan Jingtian, then he looked back at the Third Prince and said in a respectful tone, "This is the night pearl that is too precious. He has two

Tian is not in a good mood either, please Third Prince, please don’t get along with him."

As he said that, he was anxious to go to the capital, but when he saw that Pei Mo and Murong Qing were not moving, with mysterious smiles on their faces, Monk Zhang Er was even more confused.

"Oh, by the way, Lord Yan, I heard that you lost the Night Pearl some time ago. Have you found out the news now?"

"What did you say?"

He thought to himself that the two of them were good friends who grew up together. He told Pei Mo everything, but Pei Mo kept something from him, which made him feel a little unhappy.

"You...you're not sick?"

"General, I have a severe stomachache. Please take me down the mountain to find the doctor."

Several people were speechless along the way, and Yan Jingtian was still very worried about Murong Qing's situation.

But then the third prince suddenly asked a question.

"If you don't tell me, I will live in the General's Mansion and pester you every day to see if you are annoyed!"

Yan Jingtian put on a shameless look and showed that he would not give up until he achieved his goal, which made Pei Mo helpless.

Murong Qing exchanged information with Pei Mo with her eyes.

"Actually, it's not that we deliberately hid this from you, but that I haven't figured out how to tell you yet."
Chapter completed!