A loser (2)

Fu Qi Hong's eyes widened as he turned his head to the guards who surrounded them, and in front of them stood —

"IMPERIAL MOTHER!" 

His heartbeat started beating wildly as he looked up at the woman who was staring at him and Mo Qiang with a cold look in her eyes. 

"No," Fu Qi Hong shook his head, refusing to move but before he could say another word, he felt the grip on his head. Only then did he realise that Mo Qiang was actually sane enough to realise that he was safe. 

But what—about her? 

Fu Zhao raised her eyebrows when she saw Mo Qiang letting go of Fu Qi Hong; however, she had already made up her mind. She turned to look at the guards and said to them, "Drag the prince out of the room if you have to." 

The guards moved and so did Fu Qi Hong. He scrambled on his feet and hugged Mo Qiang before saying, "No, you can't! If you move, then she will kill me. Look at this; I am her hostage!" 

Mo Qiang: ".." 

Fu Zhao: "…"