Upon hearing Mu Genggeng say, "You really haven’t changed at all," Mo Yinhe set down his teacup and scrutinized her. "You know ?"
"No... I don’t know you..."
Mu Genggeng denied, her conscience pricking her.
However, Mo Yinhe wasn’t so easily fooled. Her tone, full of resentnt, made it seem as if he were so scoundrel who had wronged her, which Mo Yinhe found particularly amusing.
"Look into her," Mo Yinhe said.
Fengjue nodded, accepting the order. "Yes, Your Excellency."
Fengjue’s efficiency was always top-notch, and he quickly produced Mu Genggeng’s information.
After glancing at the holographic virtual screen displaying Mu Genggeng’s details, Fengjue bowed and reported, "Your Excellency, she is a young lady from the Geng Family. Her personal history shows no connection with you. However, starting six months ago, her Weibo account began to follow you, and she has been logging into your Weibo hopage every few days. She appears to have a secret crush on you."
Mo Yinhe was indifferent to this, not even batting an eyelid at the news.
His Weibo account had hundreds of millions of followers, among whom were many young won who worshipped him like a superstar. It was said that he had several fan clubs, even more fervent and nurous than those of celebrities in the entertainnt industry. Mo Yinhe never bothered with them, letting these adoring young won indulge themselves as they pleased. As a political figure, he had no need to concern himself with such matters.
But this was no reason for the girl before him to speak with such a resentful tone. It didn’t hold water.
"Is this all you found?" Mo Yinhe’s piercing, peach-blossom eyes flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction. Keen as he was, Mo Yinhe could tell at a glance that the girl before him was full of resentnt toward him. In this world, resentnt never arises without reason; it must be traceable to its root.
Fengjue said, "That’s all, it seems..."
After scrutinizing Mu Genggeng’s information closely again, Fengjue continued, "Your Excellency, the young lady used to study dance but suddenly beca interested in Chinese dicine six months ago. She also has a secondary account, which she often uses to speak out in defense of the Song Family. Moreover, she has been inciting the family mbers of patients in A Country’s cancer clinical trials to cause dical disturbances."
Mo Yinhe commanded the world’s most terrifying intelligence system. Uncovering a girl’s details was so efficient that the history of her ancestors, going back eighteen generations, could be found in a short ti.
Leaning back lazily with his chin propped on his hand, Mo Yinhe suddenly paid more attention to the girl before him after hearing Fengjue’s words.
He touched his firm chin. Beca interested in Chinese dicine six months ago? Speaking out for the Song Family? Encouraging families to cause dical disturbances?
Connecting these matters, Mo Yinhe regarded Mu Genggeng seriously for the first ti.
"Find out what her relationship with the Song Family is," he said in a deep, contemplative voice.
Fengjue continued to search, then shook his head. "Your Excellency, there’s no relationship. I couldn’t find any."
Unable to find anything, Fengjue began to interrogate Mu Genggeng. "Speak. What is your relationship with the Song Family?"
Mu Genggeng’s eyes, thick with unconcealed hatred, glared at Mo Yinhe. "No relation! I just can’t stand to see a child of the Song Family personally send her own mother, grandparents, and great-grandfather to Prison Star. Is it wrong for to be interested in Chinese dicine and to admire Grandmaster Song’s dical skills?"
"Ha... You think I would believe that?"
Mo Yinhe had seen and experienced much; he himself had traversed a hundred small worlds. The wildest flights of fancy were commonplace to him. With his chin propped up, Mo Yinhe pondered for a mont. Linking this to Mu Genggeng’s inexplicable resentnt toward him, he suddenly smiled. His pair of dark, sharp peach-blossom eyes seed capable of seeing right through Mu Genggeng.
Mu Genggeng felt uneasy under his piercing gaze and repeated, "There’s no relation! Let go! I ca as Yan Mu’s companion. What right do you have to detain ? Mo Yinhe, instead of wasting ti on , you should go check on that woman you favor and see which man she’s currently dallying with."
Mo Yinhe turned a deaf ear.
He knew perfectly well what kind of person his own wife was. If she truly wished to be unfaithful, she wouldn’t have followed him to Yecheng. As the most distinguished Queen of the Mu Continent, if she wanted n, she rely had to express the desire to fill her harem, and n of all kinds would be presented for her selection!
However, Mo Yinhe pressed his aching head.
He had actually slept from the afternoon until now? He had indeed been ntally drained from the recent business trip, but he knew his own body; it was impossible for him to be this tired. He only rembered returning and seeing Mingjing on the sofa, knitting a scarf for him. The sight had ward his heart, and that cozy feeling had made him lower his guard. Damn it, had his own wife drugged him? Keen as he was—he himself had drugged Mingjing several tis, each instance leaving her gnashing her teeth in fury—could this woman be taking an opportunity for revenge? But why choose today to drug him? There was a banquet at ho today that he needed to attend, yet she drugged him so he slept until now. She must have an ulterior motive... And then there was Mu Genggeng. Even if he were asleep, the security at ho wouldn’t have allowed Mu Genggeng to find her way to his bedroom! The guards of the palace had never been so negligent! Connecting the events, Mo Yinhe had a rough guess: Mingjing must have intentionally drugged him and then deliberately let Mu Genggeng in... Did she have a grudge against this Mu Genggeng? Of course, she did. This ignorant woman had already organized the family mbers of patients in the cancer clinical trials to cause dical disturbances! Since it was a clinical trial, there were bound to be so cases that couldn’t be cured. For Phase III clinical trial subjects, claiming a one hundred percent cure rate was asking too much. Any dical drug could fail to cure so cases, and every drug would have side effects. Blaming Mingjing for deaths not directly caused by the cancer itself was simply unreasonable! However, this Mu Genggeng was nitpicking, insisting on not letting the matter drop. But why?
Connecting all the dots, Mo Yinhe quickly found the answer. His gaze, falling back on Mu Genggeng, seed to pierce through her in an instant.
A cold, deep voice burst from his lips, "Song Pianlan?"
At these two words, Mu Genggeng stiffened.
How did he know?
Mo Yinhe laughed, a cold laugh. "Are you Song Pianlan?"
"What are you talking about? I don’t know any Song Pianlan! I’m not her!"
"Since you so admire Grandmaster Song’s dical skills, it’s strange that you don’t know he has a granddaughter nad Song Pianlan. You’re not being honest, woman," Mo Yinhe’s voice dripped with undisguised sarcasm. "I never imagined that after your death, you would beco Mu Genggeng. Heh, a scourge lasts a thousand years."
Yan Mu, who had followed Si Mingjing, arrived just in ti to hear Mo Yinhe’s sarcastic voice confidently revealing Mu Genggeng’s true identity.
Yan Mu paused in his tracks, perplexed. Who was Song Pianlan? Why would Brother Mo say Genggeng was Song Pianlan? Could she not be his comrade’s sister, the Genggeng he knew?
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