"How about you keep him?"
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A hesitant and pleading word broke the deadlock. The air pressure in the room was still so low that it seemed to be suffocating. The speaker of the words was named Mo Lanxin. The youngest daughter of the then general was kind and lively by nature, but now there was no trace of aura on her face. There was no light in her eyes. Her eyebrows showed calmness but also deep pain. For a long time, this sentence did not receive even a look in reply, and was ignored as if it was blown away in the wind.
Opposite her was the seventh prince, the emperor's youngest brother, named Xiao Yunmo, her husband. According to rumors, he was indifferent, had a weird temper, and was unstable. But now his eyes were revealing that kind of biting indifference, which sent shivers down the spines of others. I saw that they were both holding a black bowl, which contained the already cold Luozi soup. Xiao Yunmo held a sword in his other hand, pointing at his wife Mo Lanxin.
Mo Lanxin seemed to have made up her mind and rushed towards the tip of the knife, letting the sword pierce her shoulder. For a moment, the blood smeared her green clothes. The blood flowed down the sword and dripped on the crimson carpet, disappearing. He also grabbed the Luozi Tang amidst the exclamations of the slaves around him, and poured it into his mouth like a demon. Drops of crystal liquid fell out of sight of everyone, fell into the soup, and merged into one. After the soup bottomed out, Mo Lanxin was forced back to the room, while Xiao Yunmo still maintained his previous actions, but his eyes were fixed on the blood-stained sword, and he glanced at the carpet vaguely, his eyes dark and unclear...
