The servant quickly stepped forward and blocked the woman.
"Go back!"
The woman was startled by the servant's low shout and stood still.
After a few breaths, the woman started shouting and screaming again.
"The manor lord has gone mad! He's going to kill me!" As she spoke, she ran downstairs bare - footed in a hurry.
"Stop!"
The servant rushed after her in a flurry. When passing by Mu Yanming and Mo Qinghuan, he nodded apologetically, "I'm really sorry for letting you two see this."
Then he chased after the woman.
Mu Yanming held Mo Qinghuan's hand and walked up the steps step by step. When they reached the door of the Cold Jade Pavilion, he suddenly stopped.
Mo Qinghuan heard his faint sigh and guessed that there must be some grudges between him and the lord of the Cold Moon Manor.
Otherwise, Leng Hanyue wouldn't have kidnapped her even though he knew she was the wife of his friend.
"Let's go in," she said softly, carefully observing Mu Yanming's reaction.
Mu Yanming just nodded faintly without showing any emotion and then lifted his robe and stepped in.
As soon as they entered, Mo Qinghuan smelled an indescribable odor.
She walked in slowly and saw Leng Hanyue slumped on the ground. The door of the room where his wife used to be kept was open.
She walked over and squatted in front of Leng Hanyue.
He was closing his eyes and breathing very weakly.
She looked back at Mu Yanming, who was frowning tightly and looking at Leng Hanyue lying half - on the ground.
"Let's help him up first."
"Okay."
Mu Yanming helped Leng Hanyue to a nearby couch. Only then did she feel his pulse.
After a long while, she let go of his hand. "He hasn't eaten for many days. I have to give him a nutrient drip."
Mu Yanming understood what she meant and got up to go outside.
He stood at the door, but his ears were always listening to the movement inside.
Seeing Mu Yanming guarding at the door, Mo Qinghuan took out the things needed for the drip from the system without worry.
Then she hung up the drip for Leng Hanyue.
After that, she walked out of the room and stood in front of Mu Yanming.
"Tell me the story between you two," she looked up at Mu Yanming. For some reason, she always felt that there was an unknown story between Mu Yanming and Leng Hanyue.
Mu Yanming sighed and glanced at the room.
"His Highness, he and Zixiu have known each other since we were very young. At that time, His Highness's father was the crown prince, Zixiu's father was the right - hand man of the crown prince, and Hanyue's father was the martial arts alliance leader in the Jianghu. The Cold Moon Manor was also the number one manor in the world."
"But later, His Highness's father died, and the emperor purged the followers of the crown prince on a large scale. Zixiu's father was also implicated at that time..."
She squeezed his hand, her eyes full of pity. How much pain must he have endured to be able to talk about those heart - rending past events so calmly?
"After that, His Highness was taken to the Ghost Mansion by his master. Later, somehow, the situation in the Jianghu also changed. Hanyue's father, once the number one overlord in the Jianghu, died from going mad during the competition for the new martial arts alliance leader."
"Later, His Highness's master often took him to the general's mansion to discuss the matter of rehabilitating the crown prince with the general. It was also at that time that His Highness met you."
Suddenly, he looked at Mo Qinghuan affectionately.
Mo Qinghuan lowered her head guiltily because she had never obtained any memory related to Mu Yanming from the original memories.
So she didn't dare to look into Mu Yanming's eyes for fear that he would notice something strange.
Seeing her lower her head, Mu Yanming continued to talk about the past.
"After that, His Highness didn't see Hanyue again until four years ago when he suddenly informed His Highness to attend his wedding. But His Highness and Zixiu didn't approve of his wedding at that time."
"Why?"
Mo Qinghuan had seen that woman. She had a gentle appearance and seemed to be extremely gentle.
"Because her father was the murderer of Hanyue's father!"
Hearing this, her eyes widened. "But he loves her very much. You see, even though she has been gone for so long, Leng Hanyue still can't get out of his grief."
"That's because you don't know how she died!"
For some reason, after hearing Mu Yanming's words, Mo Qinghuan suddenly understood.
"So, it's true that he loved her, but it's also true that he killed her with his own hands, right?"
Mu Yanming nodded. Mo Qinghuan looked into the room.
The two of them seemed to sigh. Suddenly, there was a roar from inside the room.
"Where is she! Damn it, what's this!"
Mo Qinghuan was so scared that she rushed in immediately, but it was still too late. Leng Hanyue had already pulled out the needle.
Blood was flowing down his snow - white hand.
She stepped forward and wanted to help him reconnect the needle, but before she could hold his hand, she was pushed away by him.
Mu Yanming quickly stepped forward to support Mo Qinghuan.
Seeing Mu Yanming, Leng Hanyue suddenly laughed. He slightly hooked his lips, looking like a blood - thirsty monster in the dark night.
"Why are you here?"
Mu Yanming looked at Leng Hanyue with a gloomy face, his voice extremely cold.
"To see if you're dead..."
Hearing this, Leng Hanyue laughed loudly. "Hahaha, I'm sorry to disappoint the regent. I'm still alive!"
Mo Qinghuan looked at the two of them and felt that their conversation was not like that of old friends at all, but more like that of old enemies.
Leng Hanyue looked at Mo Qinghuan in Mu Yanming's arms again, and a flash of loss flashed in his eyes.
Unconsciously, he also remembered the sweetness between him and his beloved.
Perhaps such a scene was too dazzling, so he closed his eyes and didn't look at them.
Mu Yanming took a step forward, stood in front of Leng Hanyue's couch, and looked down at him obliquely.
"When on earth are you going to get out of this..."
Leng Hanyue sighed. "I almost forgot to thank the divine doctor." He looked at Mo Qinghuan. "I also have to thank your princess. Otherwise, I really don't know when I would be able to get out of this."
"But now I regret it. I still want to put her in the cold room. At least in this way, I can see her every day instead of looking at a substitute."
Mo Qinghuan remembered the woman who had just run out. No wonder she had felt that the woman looked familiar just now. It turned out that she looked a bit like Leng Hanyue's dead wife.
But they were too similar...
"Aren't you always the most obedient to her? Think about it. If she were still alive, would she want you to be like this?"
Leng Hanyue turned his face away and didn't look at Mu Yanming.
"The regent has finally reached the happy end with his beloved. Of course, he won't understand the pain of a lonely man like me."
Mo Qinghuan looked at Mu Yanming in astonishment.
— Reached the happy end with his beloved! With her? Was Mo Qinghuan the beloved of Mu Yanming...
She suddenly felt a bit confused. Weren't they supposed to be in a cooperative relationship?