Zi Mo, who was standing aside, was almost laughing.

These two people are really the subordinates of King Jin? Why do they look like an ignorant country bumpkin?

I don’t even know the name of my own son. How did they become subordinates? I also claim to be loyal and trusted counselors... Is it actually a fake?

Thinking of this, Zi Mo slowly turned his head and looked at Wu Ji who was standing outside the flower hall. It was a pity that Wu Ji, who had thought his status had plummeted since he came to Dongyou. After hearing the words of the two young men, he was so happy.

He thought that he, Wuqing, Wuchou, and Thirteen Shadows could only be considered guards and shadow guards at best. Compared with Wen Mu and the lords of Zixiao Palace, he was simply too weak and could not be considered a confidant at all. But why... these magnificent and proud confidant leaders didn't even know the name of his master?

Even until now, his master is about to become Emperor Dongyou, they still don’t know that their master is King Jin from Xiling...

If possible, Wu Ji really wanted to laugh three times, but fortunately he held it back, but the corners of his mouth twitched, and the eyes looking at Wen Mu and Gong Ming, he couldn't help but feel more contempt.

"Have you never told you that he is King Jin of Xiling?" Jiuqing raised his eyebrows, seemed to be surprised, and then thought for a while, "Maybe he doesn't think it's necessary to say it. He has always been low-key and doesn't like to attract attention, which is understandable."

Wen Mu and Gong Ming looked at each other, and their eyes were all a little embarrassed.

They admitted that they did not know that the young master was King Jin from Xiling, and they had never tried to find out the identity of the young master. They only knew that the Zixiao Palace grew stronger day by day in his hands, and that the young master's behavior was enough to make them respect and surrender...

This is enough.

But at this moment, this fact seemed to put them invisibly at a disadvantage.

Wen Mu looked at Jiuqing with some confusion. Although her eyes were still calm, as clear as a pool of clear water, and there was no color similar to ridicule or show-off, Wen Mu felt that she seemed to be being silently mocked.

This feeling made him feel a little more embarrassed.

Gong Ming also realized that it was less than half an hour since he and Wen Mu arrived here. The girl Si had not finished drinking a cup of tea, and she had only said a few words from beginning to end. She was gentle and polite in her words, but she completely suppressed their momentum little by little.

It makes people involuntarily feel like they are pressing down on the top of the mountain.

He felt a little anxious, and Gong Ming felt that they had come here today, as if they were really wrong.

Jiuqing's eyes turned slightly, and when they saw that they each held the teacup and did not speak, their knuckles were a little white, they couldn't help but smiled faintly, and no longer wanted to make things difficult for them. They said straight to the point: "You two are here today to make Ye Jin ascend the throne?"

Wen Mu was shocked, looked up at her, and nodded slowly for a moment: "Yes."

After calming down, he said seriously: "The country and the country are not allowed to be played by. The girl heard what the young master said in the palace yesterday. As a minister, Wen cannot ignore it, nor can he let the young master be willful. Please understand."

"Do you think your young master is very willful?" Jiuqing raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile on his tone.

Wen Mu was slightly choked, "I may have disrespect to the young master in the following words, but this is the meaning."
Chapter completed!