Ji Wanrong raised his head inexplicably after hearing this.
What she saw was Mo Jiecheng's cold eyes, staring straight into hers.
The disgust and anger in his eyes were even worse than the day they first met.
He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but his face was as black as iron, and the corners of his clothes and the soles of his boots were soaked in blood.
Behind Mo Jiecheng were rows of palace guards, ready to go.
The atmosphere was chilly and grim.
This was a battle he had never had before.
Ji Wanrong suddenly felt something strange in her heart, and her intuition told her that something was wrong.
"What capital crime? What happened in Mojie City?"
"You don't know?" Mo Jiecheng lowered his head and looked at her with a mocking tone.
"I have no idea."
Ji Wanrong felt the shackles on her hands getting tighter and tighter. This position made her very uncomfortable.
She frowned and tried to break away from his hand.
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he sneered and suddenly pulled Ji Wanrong into his arms.
Ji Wanrong's shoulder slammed into Mo Jiecheng's hard chest.
The familiar scent of fir filled his nose, mixed with the vague smell of blood, which was a bit unpleasant.
It made Ji Wanrong feel a little nauseous.
Everyone's eyes were cast on them. Mo Jiecheng felt the struggle of the person in his arms, and his jawline tightened.
He restrained her two wrists with one hand, held Ji Wanrong's waist with the other hand, and hugged her whole body.
He strode towards the horses in front of the team, then threw Ji Wanrong onto the horse's back, straddled his long legs, and mounted the horse.
The uniform sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, leaving everyone stunned.
Ever since Ji Wanrong was thrown onto the horse, his whole person had been a little sluggish.
The jolting of the horse made her dizzy and she almost fell off the horse.
She grabbed Mo Jiecheng's collar hard and raised her head with difficulty. She saw his tight jawline and frowned.
"Are you here to support Ji Yunyao today?"
"Everything Ji Yunyao did was because of her own humiliation. It was not that I deliberately made things difficult."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, he lowered his eyes to look at her, and then snorted coldly: "Aren't you deliberately making things difficult to embarrass her in front of the public?"
Hearing this, Ji Wanrong became angry, and her words contained undisguised disgust for Ji Yunyao.
"She took the initiative to provoke me and has no medical skills. If she is not embarrassed, who is?"
Unexpectedly, when Mo Jiecheng heard this, he grabbed her chin and looked down at her, his eyes dark: "I want to ask you, what is the human skin mask on your face on your wedding night?" Where did it come from?"
Ji Wanrong was stunned for a moment, then without thinking: "Ji Yunyao gave it to me, I told you."
Mo Jiecheng sneered when he heard this: "Ji Wanrong, at this time, you still don't repent? Because you are jealous of her, you don't hesitate to put all the sins on her?"
Ji Wanrong felt the pain in her jaw, and Mo Jiecheng's strength was so strong that it seemed like he was going to crush her jaw.
She was about to speak when she saw Mo Jiecheng throw away her face in disgust, hold the reins with both hands, and speed up the horse.
The summer air was stuffy and hot, and the bumps beneath me were like a sailboat encountering a storm at sea.
By the time the horses arrived at the gate of Prince Han's Mansion, Ji Wanrong was already dizzy.
Mo Jiecheng quickly turned over and dismounted, then grabbed Ji Wanrong's waist and carried her off.
He directly carried her into the palace, and the dark private guards crowded the palace of Prince Han.
Mo Jiecheng stood still in front of the private guards and held Ji Wanrong's arm tightly: "I will ask you for the last time, why do you know the news in the army? I will give you a human skin mask and teach you to do these things. Who is the mastermind behind this?"
Is it actually related to the military?
"You asked me a hundred times, and it's Ji Yunyao." Ji Wanrong was horrified and said, suppressing the nausea in her chest.
"Ji Wanrong, how long are you going to frame others?" Mo Jiecheng was furious, and his words contained the fury of thunder.
"Why don't you think the person who lied to you is Ji Yunyao?"
Mo Jiecheng was still shaking her body angrily, and Ji Wanrong was extremely irritable and felt like her stomach was churning.
She couldn't help it and vomited it towards Mo Jiecheng.
Without any waste, he vomited all over Mo Jiecheng.
"Ji! Wan! Rong!!!"
Mo Jiecheng felt the unpleasant smell on his body, gritted his teeth, and his temples were beating suddenly.
"Confined Ji Wanrong in Chuyun Garden, and handed over the stewardship to Gu Mingyue. If he still refuses to reveal the mastermind tomorrow, he will be sent directly to the prison!"
Ji Wanrong raised her head and looked at him in disbelief.
But he heard Mo Jiecheng's furious voice: "Ji Wanrong, tonight is the last chance I leave to you."
After Mo Jiecheng said this, he ordered two guards to escort Ji Wanrong back to Chuyun Garden.
The two guards acted rudely, making Ji Wanrong irritable.
She didn't know anything originally, and when she told the truth, he didn't believe her at all.
She raised her eyes and cursed angrily at Mo Jiecheng: "Idiot!"
Mo Jiecheng was even more angry.
Chongzhou, who was standing aside, took a deep breath when he saw this scene.
He trotted to Mo Jiecheng's side, stopped Mo Jiecheng's words in time, and whispered again.
"Your Majesty, my subordinates heard that the master of Miaoshou Hall appeared in public today..."
"So?" Mo Jiecheng interrupted him coldly.
Chongzhou gritted his teeth and said: "The master of Miaoshou Hall had a relationship with the ghost-hand miracle doctor more than ten years ago, but because his dragon disappeared, his subordinates could not find her at all."
"She showed up today. If we follow this path, we might be able to find the magic doctor with ghost hands!"
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, the anger in his heart slowly calmed down.
"Then follow the clues from the Miao Hand Hall and ask the Ghost Hand Doctor to come out at all costs. When you know the residence of the Ghost Hand Doctor, tell me, I will visit the thatched cottage three times to ask him to come out. Everything proposed by the Ghost Hand Doctor and the Miao Hand Hall I will satisfy all your requests."
Chongzhou nodded and saw Ji Wanrong's angry back disappearing in the corner. He hesitated for several times before he began to plead for Ji Wanrong again.
"One more thing... I think the princess cannot be the mastermind behind the assassin. Wouldn't it be too rude to put her in a violent room tomorrow?"
When Ji Wanrong was mentioned, Mo Jiecheng paused.
He slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the filth all over his body. The anger in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by endless darkness.
Mo Jiecheng gritted his teeth: "Rude? She asked for this!"
Chongzhou raised his head, and in the heavy firelight, he looked into Mo Jiecheng's eyes.
There was no longer endless disgust for Ji Wanrong, but a hint of emotion that he couldn't understand.
Perhaps even Mo Jiecheng himself didn't notice this emotion.
