My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

After hesitating for a moment, Du Zheng couldn't help but ask, "I only know that you are from Changguo. When can you tell me who you are?"

The Tiegu Gang has countless informants and their main business is intelligence. However, over the years, Du Zheng has not been able to find any definite clues about Li Mo's identity, which makes him feel very frustrated.

Li Mo's eyes dimmed a little, and he murmured, "You will know, but not now."

Du Zheng's eyes flashed with a gleam of light. "Okay, but I heard that there is a woman named Li on the border of Changguo and Xiling. She is extremely ugly, but she has a pair of beautiful eyes. In fact, she is not ugly, but her face is disfigured and covered with scars. This woman lives with her young son, but no one knows who the father of the child is. Fifteen years ago, in the autumn of the year when I found you in the snow, on a dark and windy night, several men rushed into the house of the mother and son. The next day, some villagers found that the mother and son were both dead..."

Du Zheng did not say anything more, because what he had found out was that the woman surnamed Li died in a horrible way. She was raped by several men and then killed. The wounds on her face that had long since healed were now covered with more than 80 knife wounds deep enough to see the bone. Her limbs were broken and chopped off and thrown randomly in the yard. There were more than 30 knife wounds on her body, and even her breasts were cut off.

One can imagine what kind of torture and pain this woman went through before she died.

Even though Du Zheng had become so ruthless and cruel over the years, he felt that even animals could not do such a thing.

This is the clue he found out, which he thinks is most likely related to Li Mo.

He looked at Li Mo secretly and said meaningfully: "Maybe, that child didn't die..."

A trace of pain flashed across Li Mo's extremely beautiful fox eyes, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.

But it was just a flash, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "You shouldn't say this to me..."

Du Zheng's nose was sore. He had never mentioned this to Li Mo, but Li Mo did not deny it. Does that prove that Li Mo is the child? What kind of deep hatred did he bear?

Du Zheng is a smart man. Even the most intimate friends have secrets. This is how he and Li Mo get along. It has been like this since the day they met.

He didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's solve the problem at hand first."

"Yeah, think about how you and Hua Lao Er can save your lives first." Li Mo's expression relaxed a little without being noticed. "Don't worry, one day, you will make a comeback and take revenge. The Left and Right Iron Bone Gang has so many branches in various states and countries. Lord Ye destroyed only one of them."

Revenge? Du Zheng wanted to, ever since he knew that he was poisoned by Lord Ye, he had been thinking about revenge. But this time he had suffered such a big setback. Even if he could cure the poison and survive, would the brothers in the gang still trust him? Would he still have the face to command the brothers in other branches?

I am afraid that the various branches of the Tiegu Gang will soon become panic-stricken and become a group of scattered sands, and it will not be easy to gather them together.

Fortunately, the Spring Breeze Ten Miles did not open in Muling Lane, so it was safe for the time being. This brothel also belonged to the Tiegu Gang, and over the years, the girls in the brothel had collected a lot of useful information.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door, "Mr. Li." A very pleasant and gentle voice.

Almost at the same time, a girl who was dressed extremely seductively but not at all tacky pushed the door open.

She seemed to be in a hurry, and without even the time to salute, she directly handed a small bamboo tube in her hand to Li Mo, "I just received a letter by carrier pigeon, from Yunzhou."

Li Mo took the bamboo tube, pulled out the note inside, read it carefully, and then lit it on the candle flame.

"Yanzhi, thank you!" Li Mo smiled at the girl.

Yanzhi raised her lips, and a blush appeared on her face. She glanced at Li Mo secretly, lowered her head and said, "Then I will take my leave first."

After the door closed, Du Zheng pouted, "My people actually ignored me, as if you were her master."

Li Mo laughed, "Because I'm more handsome than you! Oh, no, because I'm the gang leader's wife."

Du Zheng's mouth twitched again: Can we ever turn the page?

Li Mo ignored him, stood up and went behind the screen, and when he came out he was wearing night clothes.

"Are you going out?" Du Zheng asked.

Li Mo nodded, "I have some personal matters to take care of."

Du Zheng didn't ask any more questions, just said "be careful".

Li Mo opened the door, but stopped and looked back at Du Zheng, "If I can't come back tonight, maybe I will never come back..."

Du Zheng was shocked. He didn't ask why, or even what he was going to do. After a long while, he said in a trembling voice, "If you can't come back, I will take care of those children as long as I am alive."

Li Mo had an extremely nice smile on his face, "You still understand me. Also, don't make things difficult for Yanzhi. I know that the Tiegu Gang does not allow women to be attracted to men outside the gang."

"You're so conceited. That's what she does. Don't think she's special to you." Du Zheng forced a smile that was uglier than crying, trying desperately to ease the overly solemn atmosphere. "Anyway, your husband will be waiting for you to come back here."

No matter how deep the night is, it cannot hide the tears that well up in the corners of my eyes.

Li Mo ran wildly in the alleys of the capital, silent tears soaking the black veil on his face.

Du Zheng's words about the woman surnamed Li made him unable to calm down.

This was the first time in fifteen years that anyone had mentioned this to him.

That scene had long been engraved in his bones and often appeared in his dreams.

He stopped in a dim corner, then slowly slid down with his back against a wall, breathing heavily.

He buried his head between his knees, his body shaking a little.

The narrow and old streets were empty.

The solitary figure, lonely and desolate, makes people feel pity.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stood up, lifted the veil on his face, and slowly walked out of the street towards the palace.

His steps regained their calmness and firmness.