The abandoned concubine was actually Wang Zhuang: the paranoid prince was dumbfounded and chased aft

Lingyue was weak and fell asleep soon after. Because of Nangong moxibustion, her mood seemed to be much more stable. Because her heart was stable and she didn't have too much anger, the black energy in her body didn't break out.

Duanmu Feixue felt incredible when she saw this scene, and quickly checked her pulse, "Lingyue's body has become much more stable."

It was him who made Lingyue feel at ease.

Is it this child who is easily dominated by black energy when he feels uneasy?

"Come out." Nangong Moxi didn't want to quarrel with his daughter in front of her.

The two came out to discuss.

Looking at the man's cold brows, Duanmu Feixue felt something indescribable in her heart. She once hated this man so much that he ruined her.

But because of him, she had Lingyue.

Even if you don't love him, it has changed that he is Lingyue's father.

"My lord, just ask whatever you want! I will tell you everything I know."

Nangong Moxi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Did you use the power of High Priest Lingyue to assassinate Feng Mingwei, causing her to be in a coma for a year?"

Duanmu Feixue sat down and said, "Yes."

"Why do you do this? Because of you, you will harm the country and the people in the Southern Region." Nangong Moxibustion was a little angry. In the past, the Southern Region and Northern Qi had fought many wars, and the combined countries could not destroy Northern Qi.

Why do they, Nanle Country, want to take the lead alone?

"We are not defeated yet."

"Ha..." Nangong Moxibustion was so angry that he didn't want to speak.

Duanmu Feixue said: "The former saint made a divination at the cost of her life. The divination said that only by getting rid of Feng Mingwei can our witch clan be resurrected."

The Witch Clan is resurrected, so there is hope in the Southern Territory.

The Duanmu clan can become the second Long family and Murong family and dominate this continent.

"We didn't believe it at first, but then Lingyue was born. When she was born, there was a celestial change, which was the same as the divination of the previous saint."

"Later, Lingyue started to be exposed to witchcraft when she was three years old. We couldn't understand the words, but Lingyue could understand them and learned witchcraft from the few ancient books left behind."

Because Lingyue used witchcraft to transform the witch's spirit envoy, the Phantom Butterfly.

At that time, they couldn't help but not believe it. Only the Duanmu royal family and the elders and saints of Tiansheng Palace knew about this matter.

At the age of three, Lingyue became the high priest.

After Nangong Moxi found out, he strongly opposed it, but his daughter followed her in Nanle Kingdom. He, the prince of Nanli, was just a consort and had no right to speak here.

Nanliguo sent someone to help him snatch his daughter.

For this reason, he attacked Duanmu Feixue, and the two had a fight. He stabbed Duanmu Feixue for the first and only time.

In the end, he did not take away his daughter, but proposed a divorce.

The corners of Nangong Moxibustion's lips curled up coldly, full of sarcasm, "The king was greatly shocked at the time. The saint actually sacrificed his daughter for the benefit of the family and the country, and even took her own life." Even if she is willing to give up her daughter and herself, then she has no idea in her heart. Never had him.

For her, he gave up his status as the prince, left his hometown and came to Nanle Kingdom, focusing on her wholeheartedly. As a result, in three years, a stone could warm her heart, but he could not warm her heart.

That day, he was really sad that he proposed to divorce.

She agreed without hesitation.

Nangong Moxi sneered: "You insisted on doing something even if you risked your life. Do you regret it now?"

Duanmu Feixue had regretted it for a long time. She died after her daughter became like this. Seeing the man's ridicule, she became angry and said, "Nangong Moxibustion, what's the point of saying this now? You don't understand me at all..."

"Then Murong Zheng, can he understand you?" the man sneered.

Duanmu Feixue's face turned pale instantly, as if she was in pain and her bloody wound was torn open. She could not forget this man Murong Zheng.

"Shut up!"

Every time she mentioned Murong Zheng, she felt so angry and sad.

It seems that he has not been forgotten to this day.

Nangong Moxibustion's face was gloomy and he said coldly: "You are not suitable to be a saint because you cannot control your emotions. Likewise, Lingyue is not suitable to be a high priest because she is your daughter. Why don't you understand?"

She should have understood this from the moment she fell in love with Murong Zheng.

The saints of Nanle Kingdom have never married. They have to devote their lives to Tiansheng Palace and are not allowed to have any feelings.

The daughters of the Duanmu clan, because they were born into the royal family and have noble blood, only they can become saints.

But not every daughter of the Duanmu family is willing to become a saint.

Duanmu Feixue is the youngest daughter of the emperor of Nanle Kingdom.

The original candidate for the saint was Princess Zhao of Prince Zhao, but she ran away.

The former saint vomited blood and died after a divination, and a new saint was urgently needed to replace her. After Princess Zhao Wang ran away, the suitable candidate fell on her, and she was sent to Tiansheng Palace without even reacting.

Duanmu Feixue closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with coldness, "Prince Yu, it's not your turn to talk about this saint!"

"Huh! You are no longer my princess. I am too lazy to care about you. If it were not for Lingyue, I would never come to see you in this life."

Duanmu Fei Xue angrily threw the tea cup and said, "Then get out!"

The huge palace was filled with her hoarse voice.

The nun didn't dare to breathe.

Nangong Moxibustion: "..." What a tantrum, what I said is not wrong.

"Qi... the saint... Princess Zhao Wang asks for an audience." At this time, a nun came in and said in panic when she felt the anger of the saint.

Princess Zhaowang? Isn't that woman dead?
Duanmu Feixue was shocked. (End of chapter)