"Do you think this marquis is an idiot" Little Treasure sneered. He certainly didn't want to jump down for him to chop. If Mo Su Yun couldn’t hit him and got himself so angry he died instead, wouldn't people in Southern Chu still suspect that he had come into the palace to assassinate,Outside Nanjing City, Leng Junhan, dressed in white clothes stained with blood (both his own and others'), was fortunately not seriously injured. He無奈地低頭看了看身上的傷口，回頭再看向身後，一直追在他身後的大內侍衛還冇有追上來這才微微鬆了口氣，靠在山坡上準備歇息片刻。,Mo Xiuyao waved his hand and calmly replied, "I am no longer Prince Ding."。