"Okay." Li Yuan nodded, his mind racing. How would he dare to have any ideas about such a great person? He wasn't tired of living.
Just like that, this palace robbery to seize the throne that was supposed to be bloody was quietly completed under Leng Ruoxue's planning.
"Ruoxue, this is for you. It's the seventh prince you wanted," Mo Yingyue said as she threw a fainted dumpling over.
Leng Ruoxue looked at the seventh prince, who had been tied up into a dumpling and thrown on the ground, with a face full of black lines. The seventh prince, who was loved and doted on, probably never dreamed of such an end, right? But he was already unconscious. Was there a need to tie him up like this?
"Crown Prince, you're not allowed to bully Big Sister Mo. Otherwise, I won't let you off," Leng Ruoxue said threateningly. Although she hadn't known Mo Yingyue for long, Mo Yingyue could be considered her only female friend.
