A Slippery Ground [III]

Yang Yiting frowned slightly, and said to Lu Ziqing in a worried tone. "Lord Lu, can you help me and pay more attention? If there is any news, I hope that you can inform me in time." 

Lu Ziqing was always in an important position in the imperial court, so it would be much more convenient for him to snoop on the news. "This is natural. I also hope that Elder Mo will be safe."

At this moment, Lu Ziqing suddenly had such an idea, as long as the woman in front of him could stretch her brows and smile, he was willing to do anything and pay any price. As for the Mo family's loyalty to the previous dynasty's conspiracy, he could completely forget about it and ignore it.

Startled, Lu Ziqing quickly suppressed this terrifying thought. He was courting death and he knew it. However, his hand still didn't listen to his brain's instructions and took out the handkerchief, intending to hand it to Yang Yiting so that she could wipe off the fine beads of sweat on her forehead.