Mo Yan never thought that seeing Mo Qingwei again would be such a scene.

In the cold cage, Mo Qingwei's expression was dull, and her eyes were sloppy, like an inanimate puppet. She curled up in a corner of the cage, her whole body buried in the darkness.

Mo Yan's gaze slowly fell on the god-killing blood arrow that Mo Qingwei had been holding tightly in his hand, and he felt that the wound on his heart began to ache faintly again.

"Why are you keeping her here?" Mo Yan asked lightly, "You Nanze Kingdom Palace doesn't even have a place to live?" ”

The attendants who followed behind him were sweating profusely.

"Miss Mo, you can't blame us for this! When we found her, she was already crazy, and the most important thing is that she would go crazy and bite people from time to time, and several people in the palace were bitten by her, so ...... So we had to lock her up......"

As he spoke, the attendant quietly turned his head and glanced at Jun Muhan, who was sitting on the main seat not far away.

The silver-gray mask covered most of the emperor's expressions, making it impossible to judge his joy and anger for a while.

But years of experience told him that as long as he upset the little girl in front of him, the high-ranking emperor would definitely be unhappy, and he would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

"Open the door." Mo Yan said coldly.

The attendant looked at Jun Muhan with a hesitant face, and when he saw him nodding, he opened the cage door tremblingly.

Mo Yan bent down and walked in.

When she walked in front of Mo Qingwei, Mo Qingwei actually shrank back in fear, and muttered in her mouth: "Don't hit me, don't hit me......"

Mo Yan's eyes sank slightly.

She squatted in front of Mo Qingwei and saw the bruises on her face at a glance.

Obviously, she had been punched and kicked at her, and there were many old and new injuries on that face alone.

Mo Yan looked at Mo Qingwei, her eyes full of complexity.

Should she hate this mother?

She didn't know.

But seeing Mo Qingwei being bullied and scolded, her heart was like a boulder, heavy, making her breathless.

Sighing softly, she stretched out her hand to take Mo Qingwei's pulse.

The moment her hand clasped Mo Qingwei, Mo Qingwei suddenly raised her head.

There was a hint of confusion in those cloudy eyes, "You...... You ......"

Mo Qingwei looked at Mo Yan deeply, and the confusion in her eyes gradually became clear.

"Yan'er, is that you?" Her voice trembled slightly.

Mo Yan nodded lightly, "It's me." ”

Mo Qingwei trembled, and the god-killing blood arrow in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Yan'er...... My Yan'er ......"

She lunged at Mo Yan.

Jun Muhan's expression changed slightly, Huo Ran got up, and the spiritual power in his hand was already secretly condensed.

As long as Mo Qingwei has the slightest movement, he will not show mercy.

However, Mo Qingwei just hugged Mo Yan tightly.

"Yan'er, I'm sorry...... It's my mother who is sorry for you......"

Mo Qingwei cried bitterly, crying like a child, "I actually hurt you with my own hands...... My daughter...... It was my fault! I shouldn't have hurt you...... I shouldn't have hurt you...... I don't know why...... At that time, I ...... I can't control myself at all......"

Mo Yan's body stiffened and let Mo Qingwei hold him, and for a while, his heart seemed to have mixed feelings.

"Yan'er, I've been waiting for you...... Waiting for you to come and see me...... I told myself that if you would come to see me, it would mean that you would forgive me, wouldn't you? ”

Mo Qingwei raised her head with tears streaming down her face, and her voice was choked, "Yan'er, are you willing to forgive your mother?" ”