Zhao Ling sighed secretly, "Go back to the house to accompany him after finishing the affairs here, and tell my foster father that I will go to see him after I have dealt with the affairs of the palace."
"Yes." Seeing Zhao Ling's tired expression, Mo Ye opened his mouth to persuade her to take a rest, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just nodded and turned to leave. The vigorous figure soon disappeared into the boundless world. in the night.
The little girl, Hong Ling, helped Zhao Ling to go to the main courtyard room, with deep hatred on her delicate little face. "That slut Qingluo, the slaves will slap her hard when she sees her! Miss, Sister Luzhu died so tragically, you must not let her go!"
If it wasn't for the young lady's order to keep Qingluo's life temporarily, she really wanted to go to jail now and stab that bitch in the chest, so that she could also taste the pain that Sister Lvzhu suffered.
