3438 Crisis (Monthly Ticket Bonus Update 12)

This was Qiao Lin's first time boarding the Crimson Heaven Vast Wave Boat, and she found everything incredibly novel, unable to resist exploring every corner of the ship.

She never expected that returning to Sikong Star from Shenzhou would take only a short half-hour.

The Crimson Heaven Vast Wave Boat traversed through the star sea for mere moments before arriving at the passage. As it passed through the passage, Qiao Lin felt nothing, completely unlike her journey to this place, where her entire body had felt a tearing pain from the currents. This feeling was simply too marvelous, as if time and space had been swapped, merely a matter of a snap of the fingers or a breath.

As the group returned to Mo Capital City, starlight descended, and night enveloped the land.

Old King Mo Lei was currently in a state of utter distress.

Gong Chang'an trotted in with his plump, short legs, reporting loudly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this is bad! The Twelfth Prince has taken people and gone to the Qiao family's residence."

"What!" Mo Lei couldn't help but slap his forehead. He abruptly turned to look at the old man sitting coolly in the main seat, gazing at him with narrowed eyes. At this moment, cold sweat was breaking out on the Old King's forehead.

Gong Chang'an also spotted the old man at once, falling to the ground in a scramble, his head pressed to the ground, not daring to look up. He inwardly cursed a thousand times over. Old Senior Wu is truly elusive; when did he arrive at the palace?

Gong Chang'an didn't know that Old Senior Wu had arrived earlier and had already finished discussing matters with Mo Lei. Under the pressure of this senior, Mo Lei had just agreed that he could no longer send troops to reinforce the Qiao family from this moment on.

Unexpectedly...

That brat Mo Twelve had actually left the palace without permission, taking people to help. Hadn't they just caught this little Twelfth back the day before yesterday? Who knew this child would be so disobedient!

Mo Lei cautiously glanced at the old man, cupping his hands and saying, "Senior Wu."

The old man waved his hand casually, stopping the Old King from speaking further. His eyes held a hint of coldness as he looked at him. "It seems Your Majesty intends to feign compliance while acting against it?"

"N-no, that's not it." Cold sweat poured down Mo Lei's head. He stood up, looking utterly distraught.

"Bring them up."

As wails reached their ears, a group of warbling concubines, along with some pale-faced princesses of varying ages, were all brought in under escort.

"Father, Father, help me, Father." Princess Ten, Mo Li, had a small face streaked with tears, like a pear blossom bathed in rain. "Father."

Consort Xi, the mother of Princess Nine and Princess Ten, was also trembling with fear, covering her face with a handkerchief and sobbing softly. She was abruptly stopped by a neither high nor low, cold reprimand.

"What are you crying for? All of you, shut your mouths." Empress Zhao glared coldly at Consort Xi and her two daughters.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, save us," Consort Xi had barely managed to call out when Empress Zhao raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

"I told you all to shut up, didn't you hear me?"

Consort Xi immediately became as silent as a cicada in winter.

"Heh." Old Wu sneered. With a wave of his hand, he had a beautiful, exquisitely dressed young woman dragged out from among the group of concubines and princesses.

The Old King watched as the woman was dragged out, his heart nearly breaking. He looked at Old Wu with a deathly pale face, repeatedly waving his hands. "Let's talk this through, Your Revered Excellency, please speak calmly."

"It is said that this Noble Lady Ying is currently Your Majesty's most favored concubine, isn't she?" Old Wu chuckled coldly, indifferently waving a hand at his subordinates.