Su Qiwan looked at the door that was tightly closed, and she could no longer hold back her tears and burst into tears.
Uncle Fu chased after him, but was also blocked by the guards. Su Qiwan cried and said to Uncle Fu: “Your Highness the King of Jin cannot do this, why is he so confused?”
Uncle Fu felt even more bitter. He clearly heard Xiao Mo’s meaning, that is, to take Princess Yi for himself.
Uncle Fu was also in a state of silence for a moment. He said to Su Qiwan: “Hurry up and go to the palace and give the matter here to Concubine Jia, so that she can think of an idea. If King Jin continues, something will definitely happen.”
Su Qiwan didn’t care about crying, so she wiped her tears and went outside the King Jin’s mansion. When he arrived at the gate of the King of Jin’s mansion, he happened to meet someone sent by Madam Xin. Su Qiwan followed the people in the palace and went into the palace.
Xiao Mo walked in with a light hand, pulling a curtain in the room. The light in the whole room was very dim, and a figure could still be seen lying on the bed.
Xiao Mo couldn’t help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t help but slow down his pace and walked over softly, almost suppressing his breathing.
Su Qiyan was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, and her whole body was about to shrink into a small ball.
Her brows frowned, as if she had endless resentment, and her eyes were slightly swollen. She seemed to have shed tears last night, but Xiao Mo had to admit that when she cried, Xiao Mo felt even more excited.
Xiao Mo squatted down and couldn’t help but rub her wrinkled forehead gently with his hands, touching her one by one, as if to calm the sorrow on her face.
However, after Xiao Mo touched for a long time, Su Qiyan’s eyebrows were still frowned, and she had no intention of letting go.
The moment Xiao Mo’s finger touched Su Qiyan’s skin, things came over last night like a tide.