Chapter 932: Help Please

led violently. The scene before her was like a bolt from the blue, shattering the last vestiges of her reason into pieces.How could this be How could it have come to thisLooking at her expression, Mo...No matter how difficult the task was, An Xue Tang had to do it.

She smiled and looked at Ning'er, her lips curling up. "It's nothing to worry about, I'll find a way to handle this."

Ning'er nodded slightly. Since their princess insisted on helping, she naturally wouldn't say anything more.

Thinking of Mo Yunjing who was still next door, An Xuetang stood up and said softly, "Go find the prince."

At this time, Mo Yunjing in the next room was not idle either. Although Jiang Qingyang seemed to have left, when Mo Yunjing sat down next door, he came back.

Mo Yunjing looked as calm as ever, as if he had known all along that he would return.

Jiang Qingyang spoke almost no unnecessary words. He knelt on one knee, cupped his hands and said to Mo Yunjing, "I would like to ask the Prince for a favor."

Yunliu narrowed his eyes slightly. This Jiang Qingyang was getting bolder by the day. He was Mo Yunchen's person, and there was no way Jiang Qingyang didn't know what Mo Yunchen had been up to lately. How could he have the face to ask their prince for help

Mo Yunjing stared calmly at Jiang Qingyang, knowing exactly what he was saying, but still asked coldly, "What is it"

"My Lord, I wish to marry Xiaoqin."

At this point, Jiang Qingyang naturally wouldn't beat around the bush. Besides, he was very clear in his heart that now in the capital city, only King Beijang could speak to the emperor.

Lately, he'd heard quite a few rumors. The King of Beijiang was now a favorite in the emperor's presence, and the emperor relied heavily on him.

So, as long as King Beijang gets involved, Ye Er and Xiaoqin's marriage will naturally fall through.

Mò Yún Jǐng leisurely took a sip of tea, and after putting down the teacup, he raised his eyes to glance at Jiāng Qīng Yáng, "Why do you think this king would help you"

Jiang Qingyang paused for a moment before saying, "The Prince has received favors from the Anle Hou Mansion after all. I think he wouldn't bear to see Xiaoqin marry Ye Er, who is both foolish and speechless."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yunjing immediately let out a cold snort. "This king owes the Anle Hou Mansion a favor. Even if I had to repay it, it wouldn't necessarily have to be on Xiao Qin. Besides, Xiao Qin already has a life on her hands."

“...”

Jiang Qingyang didn't expect Mo Yunjing to be so ruthless. He pursed his lips for a long time but couldn't say anything.

Mo Yunjing looked at Jiang Qingyang's expression. If he hadn't spent time with Jiang Qingyang in Lingshui Village, he might have been fooled by this seemingly affectionate appearance.

He had, by chance, crossed paths with Jiang Qingyang in Ling Shui Village. He knew better than most that Jiang Qingyang, like most men in this world, was fickle and lacked loyalty.

When he was in Ling Shui village, Jiang Qingyang didn't know he was the King of Bei Jiang. Back then, he had shown some affection for An Xue Tang.

He saw this with his own eyes, so to speak. How deep could Jiang Qingyang's feelings for Xiao Qin, his childhood sweetheart, really be

Emotions may exist, but how deep they are is something no one can tell.

The atmosphere in the room was very awkward. At this moment, An Xue Tang and Ning'er pushed the door open and entered.

Seeing Jiang Qingyang kneeling on the ground, An Xue Tang raised an eyebrow, but she didn't say anything. She walked straight to Mo Yun Jing's side and sat down.

"No, it's getting late. Ajing, is there anything you need to take care of quickly Then we can go home."

She was originally enjoying her stroll, but after encountering Jiang Qingyang and Xiao Qin, she lost her mood and felt a bit drained. She wished she could just lie in bed at home right now and have a good rest.

"Hearing that she wanted to go home, Mo Yunjing gave a slight nod. 'There's nothing left to resolve. Go home,' he said."

Before An Xuetang could react, Jiang Qingyang, hearing Mo Yunjing's words, immediately became anxious, "Your Highness."

Mo Yunjing's clear and cold eyebrows swept over him. "Anything else"

"..."

Caught off guard by Mo Yunjing's question, Jiang Qingyang suddenly wasn't sure if he was in trouble or not.

An Xue Tang didn't say a word throughout the whole process. As soon as Jiang Qing Yang appeared, anyone who wasn't an idiot could guess what he was looking for Mo Yun Jing for.

But since A Jing from her house doesn't want to pay attention, she won't say anything.

Jiang Qingyang watched Mo Yunjing lead An Xuetang away. His heart felt like a huge stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. Even his voice was filled with an unspeakable sadness:

"Your Highness, are you truly going to ignore this The Countess has been so kind to you. Are you really going to just stand by and watch Xiaoqin marry into the Ye family"

An Xuetang frowned, she stopped and looked down at Jiang Qingyang. "Lord Anle and his wife have never sought to take advantage of your kindness, Jiang Qingyang, what is your status now that you are telling King Beijang this"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in An Xue Tang's words, Jiang Qingyang felt his heart tighten and quickly said, "Your Highness, please calm down. I didn't mean that. It's just…"

"Enough."

An Xue Tang didn't want to give him any chance to explain. Sometimes, the words people say unconsciously are the truest reflection of their heart. In Jiang Qing Yang's view, as long as Mo Yun Jing didn't interfere with this matter, then Mo Yun Jing would be betraying An Le Hou Fu.

No wonder Jiang Qingyang has been able to stand on the same side as Mo Yunchen for so many years, they are probably not much different at their core.

Originally, she thought Jiang Qingyang might be able to bring happiness to Xiaoqin. But now it seems that Jiang Qingyang... is nothing special either.

He can now profess his love for Xiaoqin, but when he gains power, will he truly remain faithful to here to these black-clad men.So the two officials looked at each other for a moment, then one spoke directly, "Stop...stop! This official...this official is willing to surrender. No matter who you are, a...