As soon as Ji Wanrong finished speaking, the carriage began to move slowly.
"Which one are you talking about?"
Mo Jiecheng's voice was hoarse. He relaxed slightly, his whole body seemed to have lost strength, and his expression was full of exhaustion.
Ji Wanrong's throat choked up at his rhetorical question, and then he came to his senses.
"Let's not talk about Li Biao and His Majesty. I feel that Chen Lijuan is definitely fake, and the mastermind behind the scenes must be..."
Ji Wanrong thought about the relationship between the queen and Mo Jiecheng and hesitated to speak.
"Queen." Mo Jiecheng took over Ji Wanrong's words, his tone was lonely but also a little certain.
Ji Wanrong heard Mo Jiecheng's lonely tone and turned his head to observe his expression carefully.
He slowly leaned his head on the carriage, staring at the nothingness in front of him with his dim eyes, his expression filled with endless loneliness.
After today, he saw many things clearly.
Some of his assassins wore human skin masks, and the person behind his assassination was most likely the Queen, which means that the Queen had a human skin mask in her hands.
Today, Chen Lijuan, who had turned into bones, suddenly appeared in front of everyone, most likely wearing a human skin mask.
So regardless of the risk of exposure, the person who called Chen Lijuan, even pulled out of the sanatorium, and rescued Mo Junfeng was also the queen.
Mo Jiecheng didn't know what to say, didn't know whether he should praise the queen for licking the calf or the deep love between mother and son.
Mo Jiecheng thought, and slowly moved his gaze downwards, landing on Ji Wanrong's face.
At this moment, she was frowning, as if she was thinking hard.
Mo Jiecheng stared at her fair profile and suddenly remembered that on the night of their wedding, Ji Wanrong was wearing Ji Yunyao's human skin mask.
When he discovered the clue and took off the mask almost furiously, what surprised him was her wanton smile.
That was the most regretful thing Mo Jiecheng had ever done in his life.
Treat him so rudely.
Ji Wanrong once said that the human skin mask was given to her by Ji Yunyao, but he didn't believe it because he was obsessed with ghosts and recognized the wrong person.
But looking at Ji Yunyao and the queen now, everything confirmed that what Ji Wanrong said was right.
She never told a lie from beginning to end.
When Mo Jiecheng thought of this, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
His mother, perhaps not his mother at all, together with his younger brother, wanted him to die.
The younger brother who grew up with him is a cold-blooded murderer.
His father was suspicious of him and his lifelong loyalty to Beili.
Ji Wanrong, the only one who saved him and loved him, was lost by him forever.
He seemed to have truly become a loner, like a duckweed.
Mo Jiecheng's whole body became decadent as he thought about it.
Ji Wanrong could clearly feel the decadence all over Mo Jiecheng's body, and she frowned slightly.
Thinking of the major setback Mo Jiecheng had faced in his life, almost being stabbed in the back by the person he was closest to and most trusted, Ji Wanrong swallowed what he originally wanted to say, and then hesitantly spoke out in comfort. .
"Maybe? Although the Queen doesn't love you, Concubine Keli really loves you. Mo Junfeng is a heinous maniac and a murderer, but he doesn't seem to want to hurt you. At least you saved your life by his side. This can be considered a great blessing among misfortunes.”
"Of course, you have done a lot of wrong things before. You are arrogant, extremely stupid, and you only listen to and believe things, which makes people look down upon you."
Ji Wanrong felt that the more comfort she felt, the darker Mo Jiecheng's eyes became, and there was even a faint glimmer of water in his eyes.
She felt something was wrong, so she stopped suddenly and changed the subject again.
"You regard what happened recently as retribution for the past, and you won't do those stupid things in the future. Otherwise, maybe good things will be waiting for you in the future."
After Ji Wanrong finished speaking, there was silence for a long time before Mo Jiecheng adjusted his breathing, and then slowly raised his head and looked at her.
"Then - we are now..."
Ji Wanrong listened to his words, looked into his eyes calmly, and spoke without any hesitation: "We are a cooperative relationship."
Mo Jiecheng's eyes became even darker, and there was no trace of color on his tired face.
"Because of the emperor's order, I was forced to get involved in this case. I used to cooperate with Mo Junfeng, now I cooperate with you, and I may cooperate with Shi Heng in the future. Our intersection is to solve this case. Everything is a conspiracy. It was a mistake.”
Ji Wanrong's voice was soft, but when it rang in Mo Jiecheng's ears, Mo Jiecheng felt as if a huge boulder had been pressed against his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
But he was unwilling to do so.
"Can we be considered friends now?"
Mo Jiecheng was silent for a long time, holding his robe tightly with his hands on his knees, and it took a long time before he asked such a sentence.
It was as if just saying these words used up all his strength.
Ji Wanrong shook his head: "It doesn't count."
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, his stiff body stagnated for a few breaths, and then he seemed to understand the meaning of Ji Wanrong's words.
When he looked at Ji Wanrong, his eyes were a little scarlet, and his smile was full of bitterness.
Feeling Ji Wanrong's calm gaze, Mo Jiecheng tried his best to control his expression, shook his head, and smiled at Ji Wanrong: "I know that you never lie..."
His voice was choked, and he paused for a long time before continuing: "No matter in the past or now, you have always told the truth..."
"But I really hope that you can lie to me at this moment. If you feel that I am pitiful, you might as well lie to me."
As Mo Jiecheng spoke, his voice trembled slightly, and tears rolled down his eyes uncontrollably.
Ji Wanrong looked at the way his chest was rising and falling, as if the tense emotions that had been tense for many days finally broke out at this moment, pouring down in an instant, crying like a child.
But Ji Wanrong narrowed his eyes and sat quietly without saying any words of comfort.
After all, it doesn't matter anymore, and it's not her place to say words of comfort.
It wasn't until the carriage arrived at the door of Xie's house and stopped slightly that Ji Wanrong stood up slightly.
She slowly lowered her head and glanced at Mo Jiecheng. At this moment, Mo Jiecheng seemed to have adjusted his mood and calmed down.
So Ji Wanrong left a message: "I will go to a nursing home in the suburbs of Beijing tomorrow. There must be problems in the nursing home. Get some rest early. I want to solve this case as soon as possible."
"Okay." Mo Jiecheng smiled and watched him get off the carriage.
After Ji Wanrong got off the carriage, silence returned to the small space. Mo Jiecheng closed his eyes and sat numbly on the carriage.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty? Are you going to see me off at Prince Han's Mansion now?" the carriage driver outside asked in a low voice.
But Mo Jiecheng didn't seem to hear his words.
He didn't know what he was thinking of, so he smiled, and then big tears rolled down his eyes.
He covered his mouth to stifle the sobs that were about to come out.
It was him...it was he who pushed Ji Wanrong away from him with his own hands.
The carriage waited in front of Xie's house for a long time. The driver outside heard the crying coming from inside, shook his head helplessly, and returned to Xie's house with his neck curled up.
Mo Jiecheng stayed in the carriage all night.
