"That's Mo Xiang, Prince Jing's most favored concubine," Long Xuanmo also noticed the young woman, and his cool tone was full of disdain.
Watching the direction in which Mo Xiang departed, Yang Mengchen's brows furrowed slightly, his pitch-black eyes unfathomably deep.
"Ah Jiu, is there something inappropriate?" Long Xuanmo asked in a low voice.
"I don't know why, but this Mo Xiang gives me a sense of déjà vu, could she be someone I know?" Yang Mengchen mused, "Perhaps we should thoroughly investigate this Mo Xiang."
Long Xuanmo agreed, his eyes and eyebrows tainted with a trace of sharpness and murderous intent. He believed in Ah Jiu's intuition; this Mo Xiang definitely had a problem.