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When Mu Rong Cheng said this, Your Majesty's face stiffened. He opened his mouth, about to continue persuading him, but Mu Rong Cheng shot him a glance, "Let's not discuss this anymore. Tell me what news Your Majesty found out."

When these words came out, Mu Rong Cheng's sharp eyes directly stabbed at Your Majesty, causing his smile to turn stiff, but he still forced himself to sit up straight, holding on to the dignity that was crumbling under the pressure.

At this time, Your Majesty's face was already gloomy, but he still maintained a stiff smile to smooth things over: "Haha, Your Lordship, you sure know how to joke around, I will personally go get the letters sent by those servants."

"Bring this to the Your Lordship to serve tea."

In the dark study room, Your Majesty opened up a secret compartment and took out an exquisite porcelain bottle, handing it over to the ghost-like shadow. The shadow didn't say anything, took the porcelain bottle, and suddenly disappeared.

"Your Lordship, this is the progress of recent investigations. Take a look."

Your Majesty returned to the great hall with an amiable smile on his face, as if he didn't care about Mu Rong Cheng's threat just now.

"He went to the atrium?"

Opening the envelope, Mu Rong Cheng frowned slightly as he quickly thought about this possibility. Back then, when his father, Murong Bingye, and his mother, Lan Xiaoling, left, he did not leave any words behind.

It was just that he vaguely remembered that his mother had told him to go find her. That was the reason why he was so anxious about finding their whereabouts all these years.

"Mm, this is actually also inference. Our spies in the four kingdoms haven't found the whereabouts of the prince's wife. Only this letter from atrium mentions the appearance of the prince's wife in the early years."

When Your Majesty saw the palace maid change a cup of tea for Mu Rong Cheng, the corner of his mouth hooked up slightly. "Your Lordship might as well relax and take a sip of our personally brewed tea. Crown Prince is full of praise, but I keep on thinking that he is flattering me, so I still trust your judgement more."

"Your Majesty is really interested, he even started to study the tea ceremony."

Mu Rong Cheng, whose heart was slightly heavy, directly picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. "Not bad, this Crown Prince is not lying."

His face turned cold as he looked at Your Majesty, who still had a loving smile on his face: "Do you think that you can control true body with this little trick?"

"Your Lordship, don't rashly use your true qi. This is an elixir left behind by the State Protector and it's only to seal your cultivation. As long as you don't use it recklessly, it will be harmless to your body.

But, as long as you use your cultivation, it will be as painful as a venomous snake devouring the heart. Your Lordship, you only need to cultivate quietly for three months.

If looking at him could kill him, he would be pierced like a sieve by Mu Rong Cheng. Your Majesty tried his best to ignore Mu Rong Cheng's sharp sword like gaze, but even though he was trying his best to remain calm, under Mu Rong Cheng's gaze, his voice was still trembling.

Mu Rong Cheng's hand fiercely dropped onto the Grand Preceptor's chair and he suddenly stood up and roared.

A grey shadow seemed to appear from thin air, "Your Lordship."

"Send out all the Twelve Halls s, we must bring Han Zi Mo back to me. Anyone who is stopped, no matter who it is, will be killed!"

With the last three words, Mu Rong Cheng furiously glared at Your Majesty, and roared every single word. With the pressure gone in an instant, Your Majesty's forehead was already covered in cold sweat, he never thought that Mu Rong Cheng, who had his cultivation sealed, would actually be so deranged.

It could be said that the Death Soldiers that Mu Rong Cheng had personally trained were the most outstanding cultivators in the entire South China.

In the eyes of the cultivators, his prestige as a Your Majesty was actually not as high as Mu Rong Cheng's. Otherwise, he would not have gone to Mu Rong Cheng's Twelve Halls, but instead, to the Jinyi Wei that he was in charge of.

"If anyone dares to resist, either scram or kill them."

"Crazy, Mu Rong Cheng, do you think you and your Twelve Halls can withstand the anger of the Azure Dragon? Do you want to take the lives of the entire South China's citizens? "

But Mu Rong Cheng did not even stop for a moment, "Your Majesty, the one who took the life of the entire South China's citizens, was you. If it were not for the Divine Sealing holy water that you left to the State Grandmaster, this would not have happened!"

"You're crazy!"

Looking at Mu Rong Cheng's leaving figure, the Your Majesty roared, but he did not dare stop him. The reason was that the Umbra that followed beside Mu Rong Cheng was a high-levelled rule, and a rule of curses and curses. A few casual words could cause a Your Majesty like him to feel like dying.

Around ten in the night, Mu Rong Cheng rushed over to the small hut and saw the door that had already turned into powder.

He had clearly said that he would never abandon that woman again, so why did he still turn around and leave without the slightest hesitation?

With his cultivation sealed, Mu Rong Cheng's legs went soft, and he immediately kneeled to the ground, "Your Lordship, will you hand me over?" Han Zi Mo's mutterings still echoed in his ears. He said resolutely, "I won't!"

But he left her!

"Ahh …"

Mu Rong Cheng roared towards the sky, his hand using all his strength to smash on the ground, unknowingly, his hand was already badly mutilated.

"Your Lordship, Your Majesty does not want Miss Han's life. We still have two months to find Miss Han."

In his eyes, Your Lordship had always been as cold as ice, he would never be impulsive towards anything. Or rather, it was to say that he would be lenient towards Mu Rong Cheng.

But now, Mu Rong Cheng who was going crazy, was simply a madman. If not for his sealed cultivation, perhaps this entire forest would have been turned to ashes.