Shocked, the idiot's daughter drove a fighter jet to the battlefield

When Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu got off the carriage, Marquis Anyang and his eldest daughter Lan Xueying came to greet them.

"Welcome, Lord, and Miss Nan."

Facing Marquis Anyang's humble attitude, Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu just nodded slightly and walked into the mansion together. They both knew that today's trip was not a simple banquet.

After entering the mansion, there were almost no servants along the way. Gouzi then sent a message: [Master, when I inspected the mansion earlier, the servants and other things were similar to those in other mansions. Why is there almost no one in the entire mansion today? It's like an empty mansion. ]

“They don’t want to create complications.”

Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu looked at each other and realized that some of their previous guesses were correct. Furong really didn't want to have a conflict with Nan Mo.

The four of them were very quiet along the way, and no one spoke a word. Only Lan Xueying would look at Nan Mo from time to time. She always felt that she wanted to say something, but did not dare or could not say it because her father was there.

Arriving at the east courtyard of the mansion, Marquis Anyang stopped.

He looked at Gong Chenyu and Nan Mo who were standing by and said, "My mother lives in this courtyard, and today's banquet will also be held here. Please come in."

There were no servants serving in the yard until we entered the banquet hall, where we saw four maids setting the table.

Nan Mo said calmly, "Let's go visit the old lady first."

Anyang Hou paused, "It won't be too late to leave after dinner."

"No need, it's not meal time at this time."

Anyang Hou was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly and looked at Gong Chenyu beside him, "Your Highness Prince You..."

"This king always listens to his fiancée."

This sentence alone shows the position and attitude.

Nan Mo's phoenix eyes swept over, "Any questions?"

"No, no... I will take you two there right away."

After walking around the hall and entering a long corridor, the four of them were still silent. Gouzi had already scanned the entire mansion again.

[Master, the room beyond the long corridor is where the old lady Rong Qiao lives. Furong is in the room right now, and the shadow is also hiding there. The other concubines in the mansion are all locked up in their own courtyards. The Marquis of Anyang must have given them some instructions before.]

"Where is the young marquis Lan Qi?"

【Not in the house.】

Nan Mo's eyes darkened. "Sense where Li Man is? Make sure nothing happens to Li Man."

[Master, is it possible that Lan Qi went to the Li family? ]

"Not sure, just keep an eye on it just in case."

【Okay.】

At this moment, Lan Xueying suddenly said, "Miss Nan, I wonder if my third sister..."

"Xueying!"

Marquis Anyang shouted angrily, interrupting Lan Xueying's words.

She glared at him, then looked at Nan Mo and the others cautiously, "I hope you won't mind my nonsense."

"No problem."

Nan Mo said two words and continued walking forward.

The third sister that Lan Xueying mentioned is Lan Qiong, the concubine of Anyang Marquis Mansion. She is now unconscious and locked in the interrogation room in the space.

The so-called banquet at the Marquis' Mansion was just because they didn't want Nan Mo to expose Lan Qiong's conspiracy against the prince in the Imperial Garden. Originally, they planned for the legitimate daughter to have an affair with the prince, but who would have thought that the concubine's daughter would intervene and try to find a future for herself.

Even if this incident had happened, the Marquis' Mansion, the Crown Prince, and the Queen could have handled it privately, but Nan Mo went straight for it and took the person away.

The Marquis' Mansion had no idea what Nan Mo wanted to do by taking those people away, so today's banquet was also to test each other.

Without knowing each other's purpose, it depends on who can keep calm first.

But Marquis Anyang did not expect that his eldest daughter would speak first. Fortunately, he interrupted her in time.

Several people came to the old lady's room with their own thoughts.

Before I knocked, the door opened from the inside.

And the person who opened the door was Furong.

She bent her knees slightly towards Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu, and then made a gesture of invitation.

But when Lan Xueying was about to follow in, Furong stopped her and said, "Wait outside."

Lan Xueying was stunned for a moment, but did not refute.

Marquis Anyang just took a look and then walked into the room.

The room was filled with a medicinal smell, but fortunately there was also a fragrance that dispelled the smell, and the windows of the room were open, so the air in the room was not very smelly.

There was a screen blocking the bed, and through it one could vaguely see a figure sitting on the bed.

After Furong motioned for the two to sit down, she walked around the screen and went to the bed.

Marquis Anyang also sat down nearby. At this time, a maid appeared and poured tea for several people, then left the room and closed the door.

Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu didn't say anything, just glanced at the room and then set their eyes on the screen that blocked the room.

After a while, a slightly weak voice came from behind the screen, "Remove the screen."

“Master, you…”

"Since you want to meet someone, you should be sincere."

Then Furong stood up and pushed open the screen that was blocking the way.

It was only at this time that Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu realized that Furong was actually the apprentice of Old Madam Rong Qiao.

When the screen was removed, the old lady's face appeared in front of everyone.

It was a face that was almost impossible to look directly at.

Marquis Anyang was shocked. "Mother, why are you so seriously ill recently?"

Rong Qiao's hair was gray, and his dark, skinny face was covered with deep wrinkles. His whole face was rougher than the bark of a dead tree. His eye sockets were sunken, his eye corners drooped, his eyes looked dull, and he was as thin as a stick. He looked very small sitting against the head of the bed.

But if you look closely, you will find that there is a bright flash on the bloodshot eyeball.

Nan Mo frowned. Who would dare to believe that the person in front of her was the same age as the Empress Dowager of Shoukang Palace?

Gong Chenyu's peach blossom eyes were as cold as ice, "Is this the sincerity of the Marquis' Mansion?"

He had happened to meet the old lady once or twice in the past few years, and Rong Sheng had checked on Rong Qiao a few days ago. He was indeed unwell, but that was not the case with his face and bones.

Marquis Anyang didn't know how to explain himself for a moment, because when he came here two days ago, although his mother was sick, she was not as old as she is now.

Furong suddenly said to Anyang Hou, "The one you saw today is your real mother, the old lady of Anyang Hou's mansion."

Ignoring the shock on Anyang Hou's face, she set her sights on Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu, "Master is not only the old lady of Anyang Hou's mansion, but also Rong Qiao, a disciple of Moshan. She is from the same school and the same age as the current queen mother."

"Mother...how could you...what is going on?" Marquis Anyang had already come to the bedside, his face full of disbelief that the person in front of him was his real mother.

He suddenly looked at Furong, "If the mother I saw before wasn't my mother, then who was she?"

"Just a substitute."

Furong said calmly, "If not, your Anyang Marquis Mansion would have been wiped out long ago."

Marquis Anyang's eyes were filled with confusion.

At this moment, the old lady Rong Qiao on the bed looked at Nan Mo with cloudy eyes. She wanted to get off the bed, but her body could not move. She said in a low and hoarse voice with a touch of joy, "This old slave has finally waited for the goddess."