After hearing that, Mo Junjiu heaved a sigh of relief and then murmured, “Why is it him?”

Liang Yuanming grabbed the letter with one hand and stroked his beard with the other, muttering to himself, “It appears that His Majesty trusts that man more than what we imagined. He hides it perfectly.”

Mo Junjiu had never taken Mo Junyang to heart and bragged without feeling ashamed, “Why did you say that? Mo Junyang is a useless bastard. If he hadn’t followed ...