In danger, he traveled through time to save her, and the black-bellied prince doted on her

Mu Jinan was not surprised that there was no conclusion in the trial today. Fu Bailuo could endure for ten years, so how could he betray his master in just a cup of tea?

The tunnel door suddenly opened, and Cha Heng rushed in hurriedly: "Master, I just sent Zhu Shiyong to the carriage, and an arrow shot from somewhere killed Zhu Shiyong. I went to chase that person, but he was very good at Qinggong and escaped!"

"The arrow had the word fire engraved on it, and I saw that the man was wearing a gray-white mask."

"Mask?" Mu Jinan clenched the hilt of the sword, and the bell tied to the hilt moved.

She looked at the panting Cha Heng and asked, "You can't even keep an eye on a prisoner?"

Cha Heng knelt down with a plop. He looked up at his master's face, and his expression was extremely guilty: "It is my fault for not doing my job well. Please punish me, Master!"

Fu Bailuo glanced at Cha Heng. She saw that Cha Heng blamed herself and was afraid of Mu Jinan, and it didn't seem like she was pretending.

Her husband Zhu Shiyong died?

She did not love Zhu Shiyong, but after all, they had been together for many years.

Fu Bailuo inexplicably felt that something was missing in her heart. The husband who had suffered with her would never again say to her in prison, "Wait a little longer, someone will rescue you. When you get out, you must avenge our child."

Zhu Shiyong was ready to give up himself for her. He always thought that the child was his. He always believed that she would turn over a new leaf, forget her previous life as a killer, and they could live a peaceful and ordinary life together until they grow old.

It's really ironic that Zhu Shiyong, a villain who filled a vat with cold water to torture a young child, was actually waiting for another villain to have a bit of kindness.

Fu Bailuo hoped that anyone who knew her secret would be silenced, but she felt panic after Zhu Shiyong was actually silenced.

She had been in prison for many years and was no longer needed by the person behind the scenes, nor was she his opponent.

Fu Bailuo's mind was filled with Zhu Shiyong's resentful voice, as well as Mu Jinan's guiding voice that he would kill her son again and again, calling her a power-hungry dog, and saying that she would also be silenced.

Mu Jinan asked Cha Heng with a hint of meaning. Her tone was doubtful but calm: "Do you want to kill Zhu Shiyong?"

Mu Jinan's words undoubtedly increased Fu Bailuo's suspicion.

Fu Bailuo once thought about dying for her master willingly, but that was her own initiative to die, not to be eliminated.

She had been tortured in prison for many years and had refused to speak, just to be loyal to him, but that man was eager to kill her. It turned out that he had no master-servant relationship in his heart.

Mu Jinan glanced at Fu Bailuo at this moment. The villains who had been walking side by side with him died in the master's decisive elimination of the evil. This was the fate they deserved. This move would also make Fu Bailuo, who had suffered for many years, rebellious.

The red light of the torch shone on the water droplets on the stone wall and projected onto Mu Jinan's long eyelashes. The real and unreal red shadow flashed in the darkness.

Her dark eyes were like the moon hanging in the night sky, clear as a mirror, clearly illuminating the secrets buried in the gutter:

"You want the child to recognize his ancestral roots, but he only wants to get rid of the child. To him, your child is nothing more than a stain and trouble in his life."

"In their eyes, a demon star like me and a commoner like your son are nothing but ants under their power."

Fu Bailuo frowned visibly, and her lips moved as if she wanted to refute, but she rationally kept her mouth shut.

But when her enemies saw through her and might even laugh at her blind loyalty, the strong-willed Fu Bailuo finally said, "That's my child, not any man's."

There was no hope of love in Fu Bailuo's eyes, only the sadness of an evil mother loving her evil child.

She was originally a slave trampled on the ground, and it was that person who saved her. She had no choice but to become a killer.

Fu Bailuo is a cold-blooded person, but she has this child. She hated the child at first, but she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted when the child cried. Over time, she began to take care of the child like a real mother.

Fu Bailuo originally named the child Niansheng, hoping to leave the place of trouble after finishing her business, but the man changed the child's name, so she had to obey.

Fu Bailuo looked at Mu Jinan with an expression that meant "You are very smart, but you can also guess wrong." She didn't want the child to return to her ancestral home, she just wanted to take Niansheng away.

Fu Bailuo's body, tied to the wooden stake, leaned back. She, who had been rational for many years, suddenly burst into tears: "I just want to take the child away, I just want to live."

Mu Jinan looked at Fu Bailuo's hateful tears. How could a wicked person like Fu Bailuo have the right to cry?

Mu Jinan remembered that Fu Bailuo sometimes called her Niansheng, so she did not go to the slave yard immediately after returning to Sheng'an.

She knew that Fu Bailuo would either die at the hands of the person behind the scenes, or live in the expectation of "rebirth".

Mu Jinan was also worried that if she went to find Fu Bailuo at that time, she might be ambushed.

She has thought about the days of oppression every day for many years.

When Mu Jinan was young, she would write down everything she remembered and the suffering she had endured in a pen. When she was about to forget, she would take it out and look at the sufferings of the world that even ghosts did not want to remember.

Ghosts can be reincarnated in the underworld, but she who lives in a conspiracy cannot be reborn.

Mu Jinan locked herself up in an iron cage and continued to live in darkness as long as the evildoer remained unpunished.

Only in this way can she grasp any clues.

On this day, she finally found her enemy's weapon. How could she not try her best to force the man who was about to die to speak?

Mu Jinan looked at Fu Bailuo with a mocking expression. Her tall figure suddenly crushed Fu Bailuo's hypocritical and vicious body, suppressing Fu Bailuo's dirty plans back in his stomach.

Mu Jinan, who was unwilling to show his claws easily, had already pinched Fu Bailuo's lifeline: "Do you want to live and wait for someone to tell you that he collected Niansheng's body?"

"Your child has been dead for ten years. Wild dogs devoured his body. There are still his bones in the yard. He has no cenotaph. He is still a lonely ghost wandering in the snow."

"Your master, Niansheng's father, did not collect his son's body."

"It was your loyalty that killed your son!"

"It's you who prevented him from reincarnating for ten years!"

"Boom!" The thunder sounded as if it pierced through a tunnel and split the dark confrontation dilemma with great force. The rustling sound of iron chains strangled Fu Bailuo's last thought.

Fu Bailuo looked at Mu Jinan in the darkness, her frightened eyes reflecting the man's majestic figure.

He didn't even go to collect Niansheng's body. He didn't even bother to bury it in the yard to prevent wild cats from hurting the child she gave birth to out of weakness for the only time in her life.

But he was in a hurry to appear in Youzhou and kill Zhu Shiyong.

There were so many opportunities along the way for him to save her, but he let Cha Heng bring her and Zhu Shiyong to Youzhou.

That person must have some plan, but in his big plan, she was the one who had to die.

Fu Bailuo shook her head, her sobbing voice becoming sharper and sharper. All the loyalty she had held in her heart for many years collapsed in an instant: "It was me who killed Niansheng. It was me."

Mu Jinan raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Which king?"