Mo Yu wanted to take him out, when suddenly a cold hand was placed on the back of his hand.
The exhausted eyes looked at him, and then they suddenly froze and became empty.
A weak voice sounded in my ear.
"Lord Mo, Yi Yutang, he..."
My throat is so dry and my speech is so hoarse.
She frowned slightly and interrupted him.
"You'd better stop talking. Yi Yutang has been imprisoned in the dungeon. Let's go out first."
He looks so anxious and weak. Has he not eaten or drunk for a few days
What to do this time.
What Mo Yu didn't know was that this noble young man from a merchant family couldn't endure such pain and only woke up in the late night.
Even when taking a nap during the day, my nerves are still tense.
After hearing this, Huo Shaoyuan shook his head violently and grabbed Mo Yu's collar tightly.
"No... No..."
I held his arms, then clapped my right hand. Everything in front of my eyes went dark and I fell into a coma. I could only hear some vague sounds.
"Come here, carry Master Huo to Weiwuhou."
The guard supported Huo Shaoyuan's body, lifted him up and put him in the carriage and went back.
Looking at Huo Shaoyuan's fragile body, it was all his fault that he had to suffer like this.
The carriage was moving slowly. Mo Yu had asked the driver to do this so as not to wake up Huo Shaoyuan who was sleeping.
When they arrived at the door of Weiwuhou, a figure in a crimson robe rushed over at great speed.
"My Lord, is Huo Shaoyuan okay?"
Huan Xuanxuan rushed over anxiously, frowned slightly, spoke in a hurried voice, and gasped heavily, trying to get the message.
He looked around in panic, but did not see any familiar figure appear in his sight.
Looking at Mo Yu who lowered his head and remained silent, he felt flustered and his face turned pale.
The hands that were stuck in the air couldn't help but tremble, and the legs began to shake slightly.
He asked slowly, incredulously.
"My Lord, where is Huo Shaoyuan?"
Mo Yu turned his head, shook it, and looked inside the carriage.
Huan Xuanxuan knew what it meant at a glance and rushed forward.
Looking at the pale-faced person, my heart ached and it became difficult to breathe.
I hugged the person in my arms with heartache, and felt his weight, which was much lighter.
"My Lord, I have brought him back to the palace."
Mo Yu looked at Huan Xuanxuan and felt very ashamed. Only because of what he said would Huan Xuanxuan feel at ease to hand the person over to him.
Only after he gave a guarantee would he allow Huo Shaoyuan to tell the officials himself.
He had no idea that he could still live like this even though he took advantage of his connections.
It seems that there are people who are even more miserable than Huo Shaoyuan.
"good."
Mo Yu could only agree in a muffled voice.
Huan Xuanxuan led his people in with a heavy face and an unsightly expression.
Since no one blamed him, Mo Yu felt that he should blame himself even more.
Two days later
Huo Shaoyuan tried hard to wake up from his dream and opened his sleepy eyes.
The soft sunlight came in, and a gentle warmth came over the back of my hand.
The dryness in his throat caused him to groan, and the faint sound startled the maid who was guarding beside him.
"My Lord, Master Huo has awakened!"
Mo Yu raised his legs and rushed in, but the one who was faster than him was Huan Xuanxuan.
A figure rushed in front of him, asking about his well-being.
"Come and have a drink of water. Are you still feeling unwell?"
Huan Xuanxuan sipped the drink carefully and fed it into his mouth one mouthful at a time.
With a serious expression, Huo Shaoyuan's voice became a little hoarse and he spoke weakly after drinking the water.
"I'm fine now, don't worry, where's Lord Mo?"
He looked around, but didn't see Mo Yu for a long time, so Huan Xuanxuan naturally stepped back.
He looked ashamed and walked over slowly.
He didn't dare look into Huan Xuanxuan's eyes. Huan Xuanxuan didn't say it, but he knew in his heart how much he blamed him.
"My Lord, I have something to ask you."
He nodded slightly, and the servant pushed a small stool for him to sit on.
"I heard you say earlier that Yi Yutang was going to be executed. What about the Ninth Prince?"
His face changed slightly. He didn't expect Huo Shaoyuan to ask this question. He thought of Yi Qingyu's cold and ruthless appearance.
He sighed in disappointment.
"He is fine. He has shirked his responsibilities and refuses to admit it."
When Huo Shaoyuan heard Mo Yu sigh, he knew that it was definitely unsuccessful.
He looked heavy-hearted, thinking that Yi Qingyu was able to occupy many forces in the court, and his own people were also widely distributed throughout the Tianyu Kingdom.
This shows how powerful this person is. He also knows that it is not an easy task to bring down Yi Qingyu, so naturally he will not blame Mo Yu.
"It's alright, Lord Marquis. The Ninth Prince is so cunning, it's not something that can be done overnight. One handle can destroy the power he has cultivated for many years."
Huo Shaoyuan understood and comforted her.
I felt greatly comforted and felt much better, so I nodded.
"Indeed, the Ninth Prince is such a cunning man, he won't let go, and would rather sacrifice his beloved son than let himself fall into the water."
Now he finally understood why Yi Qingyu was always hard to find fault with.
Because he is cold-blooded and very cunning.
Huo Shaoyuan knew that this approach would not work, as Lord Mo no longer had any leverage over him.
His goal was not only to avenge his mother, he also wanted to make sure people like the Ninth Prince were no longer around.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he looked at Mo Yu with surprise.
The people around were startled by Huo Shaoyuan's sudden action and looked at the person in front of them in surprise.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
He just smiled mysteriously, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a smile.
"My Lord, I have something to tell you alone."
The faces of the people around them changed slightly, especially Huan Xuanxuan's eyes, he felt very uneasy about the two of them being alone together.
It's not that he's afraid of something, but he's afraid of putting Huo Shaoyuan in danger again.
After looking around, Mo Yu nodded slightly and said softly to the servant,
"Everyone, go down."
The servants had already gone down, leaving Huan Xuanxuan alone, his feet stuck as if by glue, unable to move.
Huo Shaoyuan took a look, frowned slightly, and looked puzzled.
"Huan Xuan Xuan?"
Pretend not to hear, turn your head away, and pretend you heard nothing.
Mo Yu watched the two people's actions, and Huo Shaoyuan watched Huan Xuanxuan stare at Mo Yu from time to time.
Maybe it was because of the tacit understanding between the two of them, he immediately understood what he meant.
He reached out and took his hand, stroking it gently, and spoke softly and tenderly to comfort him.
"Don't worry, the Marquis and I have something important and confidential to discuss. I'll tell you later."
Huan Xuanxuan persisted for a while, nodded, and relaxed.
"Well, in that case, my Lord, I will take my leave now."