The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 513 New Cognition
Zhuang Jiang stared at Mo Zhao, with a hint of doubt and a little innocence in his eyes.

She glanced at Uncle Yuan, as if she had discovered all of this by accident.

As everyone knows, when the news of Mo Zhao's visit came, she had already guessed his intention.

And she also wanted to use this to test Mo Zhao and find an answer.

Being caught by Zhuang Jiang's eyes, Uncle Yuan turned pale uncontrollably.Because Zhuang Jiang had already mentioned what he was most worried about - the smell of blood.

He could cover the corpse, but the smell in the air was beyond his control.

Did the princess really find out?
Compared with Uncle Yuan's nervousness, Mo Zhao seemed very calm.

Perhaps it's more accurate to say that he wasn't worried at all, and even kept that sunny smile.

"Princess, you smelled it right, it smells like a dead person."

Zhuang Jiang's face paled at Mo Zhao's plain words.

After a while, calm was restored.

I saw the young girl looked puzzled, and for a while, she didn't seem to know what to say.

Mo Zhao stared at her, observing her every move.He has been with Zhuang Jiang for some time, and he finds that Zhuang Jiang is a very weird person.

Many times, he felt that Zhuang Jiang was very close to him, so approachable.

But soon, his intuition and temptation told him that Zhuang Jiang's proximity was just someone else's illusion.

Except for Qingyan beside Zhuang Jiang, this woman seemed to be interested in only one person.

That was Mo Linyuan.

So he also wanted to see Zhuang Jiang's reaction when he came into contact with killing.

"Princess, why don't you speak?"

Biting her red lips with white teeth, Zhuang Jiang was silent for a while, before saying:

"So Suyun, who disappeared before, is also one of those dead people?"

Mo Zhao didn't say anything, it was a tacit agreement.

And Uncle Yuan behind him has long been confused by the development of the matter.

Is Your Highness going to confess to the princess?
"Why do you want to harm them?" Zhuang Jiang's mood gradually calmed down, "They are just maids who were born in poverty."

"But they are the maids of the imperial concubine."

Mo Zhao smiled, and the scent of tea wafted up, making the purity in his eyes even more clear.

At this moment, Zhuang Jiang felt deep surprise in his heart.

This kind of surprise even overturned her previous understanding of Mo Zhao.

She once thought that a person with such pure eyes would never be a bad person.

Until now, she saw Mo Zhao say this seemingly calm but indifferent sentence with such eyes.

"So, to your aunt..."

"That's right, I used to hate the imperial concubine very much, because she wronged my mother and concubine and implicated me."

Mo Zhao lowered his eyes, feeling embarrassed for a moment.

"But when I came back here, I realized that the imperial concubine is a good person. I couldn't vent the anger accumulated in my heart, so I did something to these maids."

With this explanation, the embarrassment in Mo Zhao's eyes seemed to form an invisible struggle compared with the sunshine's smile.

It's as if a person's good and evil are fighting each other.

In this world where the life of a human is worse than a dog, there are not a few dignitaries who kill maidservants.

There are very few people with remorse in their hearts.

In such a comparison, Mo Zhao in front of him seems to be regarded as a good man among them.

At least, he did it for a reason.

Zhuang Jiang was silent for a long time, and finally nodded with a smile in agreement.

After all, this somewhat clever and unusual woman would not care about the lives of some maidservants and the deep-seated reasons behind it.

At least Mo Zhao and Uncle Yuan think so at the moment.

(End of this chapter)