At the same time, in Mo Yunye's private residence...
The atmosphere in the hall was heavy. Mo Yunye sat alone in the main seat with a gloomy expression. The invisible pressure made everyone present, without exception, keep quiet out of fear, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Lin Sheng, who was standing beside Mo Yunye, saw that his Master was in a bad mood, so he hurriedly took the tea from the maidservant's hand and handed it over, carefully placing it on the table beside Mo Yunye. "Your Highness, you haven't had any food or water for a day. If this goes on, even a body made of iron won't be able to withstand such torment. This subordinate is begging you, even a sip of tea would be good."
"Take it away, I don't want to drink it." Mo Yunye's expression was cold and gloomy, and the gloomy aura around him made people feel fear.
