Originally, Wang Yi would do all the dirty and tiring work that he didn't like to do, especially these days.

With the nuns and attendants sent by Her Majesty the Queen personally guarding Nangong Tou, he was unable to access the main hall of Deshun Palace. Even if he was full of worries and grievances, no one could tell him, and he could not stand up despite how many grievances he had suffered, let alone

He said he was delivering information to Ruan Qingliu.

Today, a little brother of an attendant in Deshun Palace was working in the Shangshi Bureau. He didn't want to come to this remote and cold palace where a person had just died to deliver food, so they thought of asking Wang Yi to do it.

Wang Yi told everything about what happened during this period of time. He had not confided in others for a long time since he returned to Kilometers. He only felt that he had been bullied to the point of numbness, and it was even more uncomfortable to hold back.<

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Now that I have runny nose and burst into tears, my whole body feels much smoother.

As they walked along like this, the two of them arrived at the Cold Palace. The broken palace door with peeling paint was ajar, and through the gap, you could see that it was covered in dust.

Mo Luo opened the gap a little wider and put the two food boxes into the palace gate. Wang Yi shouted that dinner was ready, and the two turned around and left.

"Thank you for listening to what I have to say."

Wang Yi wiped his tears, and his face was already gaudy at this time, like a dirty little tabby cat. Seeing Wang Yi thanking him and turning to leave, Mara grabbed Wang Yi's wrist.

But he shivered. Although he didn't pull out his wrist, Mo Luo felt his resistance. He immediately pulled up his sleeves with doubts in his heart, only to see bruises and bruises underneath. Apparently Wang Yi said this along the way.

It's all true.

"You can't leave. You passed the scene of the crime today and come with me to the Zhenfu Department. The Zhenfu Department will send a few low-level palace officials to ask in detail about the matters in the palace."

"Really?"

Wang Yi suddenly turned around, his eyes shining with disbelief, as if he didn't expect that Mo Luo was really going to take him out.

"Follow me."

Just three simple words made Wang Yi almost burst into tears. He had really had enough of the grievances he had suffered during this period.

Once upon a time, Wang Yi thought that as the young master's attendant, he had to be a well-rounded person. When necessary, it was not impossible for him to sacrifice his body and soul for the benefit of the young master.

But now he understands that without the blessing of the young master's identity, he is just a weed that can be trampled on.

No matter how flexible and comprehensive it is, what’s the use!

Those at the bottom don't care about you at all. They just want to drag you down and trample on you as the lowest level and the butt of ridiculous jokes.

At this time, the young master Nangong Tou was too busy to take care of himself. He did not blame the young master, but Ruan Qingliu sent him to the palace because he had nothing to do with Nangong Tou and did not care about his life or death.

Wang Yi felt a chill in his heart. What happened yesterday was as unrealistic as a mirror in the mirror, and these wasted years were like a slap, waking him up severely.

He knew that there were endless scandals in the palace, but when it happened to him, it turned out to be so unbearable. It was more terrifying than hearing ten, a hundred, or a thousand stories.

Wang Yi wanted to leave here. Even when she saw Wan Mo Luo, the things she had done to Zhou Ang were no longer as terrifying as this cannibal palace.
Chapter completed!