The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

Mu Zhiqing and Mo Yanjun walked slowly to the other side, and they stopped until they were far enough away from Mo Huayue.

"What does Girl Mu want to say?"

Mo Yanjun looked at Mu Zhiqing. From the standpoint of both sides, she hated Mu Zhiqing.

But in all fairness, she admired the grandeur, courage, and affection and meaning to Mo Tongqin that this girl showed at her young age.

The talented cultivation genius selected from a million, coupled with the many characteristics she has demonstrated, is enough to prove her excellence and make her believe that Mu Zhiqing is really something to talk to her.

"Mrs. Mo, what kind of person do you think Fang Qiulu is?" Mu Zhiqing asked suddenly.

Hearing this question, Mo Yanjun was visibly stunned, but for a while, she couldn't understand the meaning of Mu Zhiqing.

"Mrs. Mo, there are indeed conflicts between Mo Huayue and I, but my personal hatred has never spread to others.

There is no grudge between you and me, I just want to know your opinion. "

"Is this one of your requirements?" Mo Yanjun said.

Mu Zhiqing raised her eyebrows, "It can be regarded as such."

"I have never been in harmony with Fang Qiulu." Mo Yanjun looked calm, "She looks weak, but in fact she is by no means as simple as she sees on the surface. Weakness is just the appearance. Only those stupid men will believe and try their best. Protect her."

Mo Yanjun snorted, not knowing what he was thinking of, the spitefulness in his eyes became stronger.

She looked at Mu Zhiqing, "If you want to persuade me not to target her or treat her better, I won't agree.

But if it is a condition of this matter, I can agree. "

Looking at the woman's clear-thinking appearance, Mu Zhiqing's eyebrows were also filled with admiration, how could such a mother not give birth to someone with a personality like Mo Huayue.

It's not like it from the bottom of the eye, but no one has suspected for so many years...

"Why treat her better?" Mu Zhiqing sneered.

Mo Yanjun was taken aback and looked at Mu Zhiqing suspiciously, wondering if she had heard it wrong, this shouldn't have been said from her mouth.

"Girl Mu, what do you mean?"

"Mrs. Mo, have you ever thought about a question."

"Since Fang Qiulu can let the Mo family allow her to enter under such circumstances, and she hasn't suffered too much humiliation in these years, why did she make Tongqin's life so miserable?"

"She can ask her husband to protect her, so that even if you are angry and helpless, you can make Tongqin suffer in Mo Huayue's hands?"

Mo Yanjun hadn't paid attention to what Mu Zhiqing said, but after listening to this, she fell into contemplation unconsciously.

She thought about it carefully. Although Fang Qiulu had always been a **** bag over the years, she thought about it carefully...she actually didn't bear too much.

She knows too well, and in many cases the grievances are nothing more than pretended dramas, but she disdains disguise, and even disdains her husband again.

The distrust in exchange for the explanation made her feel insulted. She had always known that Huayue was bullying Tongqin, but she had never paid much attention to it.

She didn't even care about Fang Qiulu, let alone her daughter?

Until now-

Mu Zhiqing's seemingly peaceful questions push her to another possibility...

"Miss Mu, what do you want to tell me? Why don't you just say it!"

Mo Yanjun's face was already cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.