I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Huang Naiguan invited Qiao Jin'er into a clean room and put her under house arrest in the name of protection. He also said that as soon as he got the person, he would remember her and move her to a better place.

Close confidants were placed outside to guard her, and they were strictly ordered not to say another word to her.

There is no one who works in Yeting who is not tight-lipped. People like that don't even know where their bones are. So let alone Qiao Jin'er who won't say much because of her merits, even if she wants to say it, no one dares to listen.

Although he had already thought that Qiao Jin'er might report him, Luo Qianhuai still felt a little sad when he heard it with his own ears.

But then she thought about it, if she were in her previous life and a stranger broke in in the middle of the night, no matter how much goodwill she showed and made, she would still quietly call the police if she had the chance.

No one can place their chance of survival on the kindness of the intruder.

When I think about it, all the sadness disappears. At the same time, most of the previous worries about whether what he did would have a negative impact on Qiao Jin'er had dissipated accordingly.

She raised her head and saw the usual frosty look in Mr. Mo's eyes. However, under the coldness, there was an unknown warmth that had made people no longer afraid to stay away.

"It's not her fault." She heard herself saying, "I disturbed her life, so don't hurt her life."

Mr. Mo glanced at her and said noncommittally, "You are a good person."

Luo Qianhuai knew that he had agreed, so he no longer held on to the matter.

She was silent, but Mr. Mo had been waiting for her for a long time. He did not dare to stay any longer and said bluntly: "No matter who you are here for, this is the end. I will arrange for someone to take you out later." Palace, if you go out, don't come back. I'll worry about other things after I get back."

It was not easy for him to make this decision. It was equivalent to not caring about her origin and identity, and he was willing to clear up all the troubles for her after betraying her master.

He has been preparing for this big event tonight for many years. It should have been a few days, but Simei sent a letter the night before, saying that the frequency of His Majesty's use of the magic medicine had increased again, from twice a day to four times.

The magic medicine that was originally enough for ten days could only last until today's application time at the latest.

What's funny is that except Yu Heng himself, no one has any doubt that he can extend his life for thousands of years. Even the eunuch Ling Nie Xi only half believed it.

This news was strictly sealed. From the outside, everything seemed normal in the Weiyang Palace, except that His Majesty had been a little irritable and harsh recently, and the ministers and palace maids were easily offended, either dead or maimed.

But Yu Heng killed too many people in his life. Just a few dozen lives could not make people doubt the emperor's physical condition.

However, Mrs. Luo entered the palace at this time, which meant that the people behind her also knew about this, which added many variables.

The safest way, of course, is to do it once and for all. Even Mrs. Luo herself handed the handle into his hands.

Mr. Mo didn't know what the people behind her wanted to do, but their indifference to her life hurt his heart.

"Okay." Luo Qianhuai agreed without thinking.

As a good law-abiding citizen, she didn't want to stay in Weiyang Palace for a moment longer. With Mr. Mo's help, she didn't need to rely on the power of the system in the middle of the night, and she also saved herself the act of being forced to receive the award. "You agreed?" Mr. Mo pressed his hands on her shoulders in disbelief, looking directly into hers with blazing eyes, the brilliance in his eyes seemed to melt her completely.

"I didn't want to come." Her voice was soft and low, and seemed to have a hint of sweetness. Every sentence was what he wanted to hear: "Thank you for being willing to take the risk to send me away."

At this critical juncture, it is indeed not easy to arrange for her to leave the palace, and it will be even more troublesome to deal with those behind the scenes for her afterwards. But these problems were no longer a problem when she expressed her willingness to stand on his side completely.

"Don't worry, I will definitely protect you and never let you get hurt at all." Mr. Mo's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Luo Qianhuai's ears turned red unconsciously. Is it so difficult to send oneself out of the palace? Does it require such a serious statement? If this is really the case, it is better to owe the system a favor.

"If it's really difficult, then don't force it." Her eyes were dark and bright, and her expression became quite solemn.

The hands on her shoulders tightened instantly, she felt the pain and frowned.

Mr. Mo subconsciously relaxed his strength, but his eyebrows twisted into the Chinese character "Chuan": "Do you regret it?"

Luo Qianhuai raised his eyebrows in confusion: "I can't say I regret it, I'm just afraid of causing trouble to you."

"No trouble. Remember, you will never be a trouble to me." After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand.

As if he was afraid that she would push him away again, Mr. Mo only looked at her deeply, dropped the word "waiting", turned around and left.

Luo Qianhuai followed him out and saw him leaving the palace gate openly, with no intention of hiding his face.

So what is the purpose of this person sneaking into the palace? Seeing that he is getting along like a fish in the palace, and even has acquaintances in Ye Ting who can help him, is it possible that his true identity is actually a fake eunuch?
When these three words popped out of his mind, Luo Qianhuai was shocked. But if you think about it seriously, this kind of thing is not without precedent. Mr. Mo has an unparalleled appearance, and his resources in that area seem to be quite strong. If he was raised by a noble in the palace, it seems to be quite reasonable.

In the Weiyang Palace today, although there are no empresses or empresses, there are hundreds of famous ladies and beauties. Although it is impossible to guess which one is the master behind them, they must have the emperor's trust. Otherwise, why did Lord Yongan covet him last time, so why did he fall so quickly, or was he personally investigated by His Majesty's Embroidered Clothes Messenger?
At that time, she thought that Tang Zhan was also his, and he did not deny it face to face. However, after thinking about it, she felt that there was something wrong with it: Why would a minister who is trusted and favored by His Majesty and who is equivalent to the commander of the Jinyi Guards in the previous life obey orders? Yu Yijie, the boss of the underworld?

Since ancient times, no matter how powerful the Jianghu people are, they still have to bow their heads before the government. Stray soldiers can never fight against organized officers and soldiers, so she couldn't think clearly even if she broke her head at that time.

Looking back now, she was obviously perfunctory. Of course, the only person Tang Zhan obeyed was His Majesty, but His Majesty was easily affected by the wind blowing from his pillow.

Thinking of this, the figure of the unknown empress in the deep palace suddenly grew taller in her heart.

Being able to accept people like Mr. Mo as a guest, being able to play with His Majesty in the palm of your hand.

Such a woman is really enviable to the point of envy!
Even so, the charming thoughts she had about Mr. Mo suddenly disappeared.

The idol she finally fell in love with turned out to be not as clean and self-possessed as she imagined. To her, it was like a sudden collapse of her house, which was really hard to accept.