The moment Consort Cheng saw her three grandchildrens' stiff bodies and pale faces, she immediately plopped to the ground on her butt and wailed, "You people, you people killed my grandchildren? Ah!!"
"My king, my king!" Consort Cheng scrambled to the king's feet and clutched his robe as she wailed tragically, "My king, they are your grandchildren. You're just going to look on unfeelingly as they die without a clear reason, without being able to vent their grievances!"
"And also my daughter-in-law. How good of a child she was, yet the crown prince's subordinates just disposed of her like that! Ah! My heart, my heart hurts so, so much!"
The Mo king could not bear this, and he turned to look at his son, hesitating to speak.
This gaze did not do much to Mo Lian. The crown prince had long known one hundred years ago how easily influenced his dad was. This mere gaze simply couldn't shake his resolve, but it infuriated Qiao Mu at once.
