"My Lady, are you really going to Puguang Temple?" Mo Yu asked with concern having realized that something was amiss.

"I am, of course I am. How will I find out who is plotting against me if I don't go? What is King Yan planning? Is he trying to deal with His Highness through me?" Mo Xuetong picked up the teacup by her hand. Her voice was soft and she sounded as if she was talking to herself. The smile on her lips grew cold.

There was something she was very sure ...