and looked at her thoughtfully, seeming to want to speak but holding back.An Xue Tang looked at him expectantly, but he ended up saying nothing.The more he did this, the more An Xuetang became worrie...An Xuetang's eyes became complex. She had always known that Mo Yunjing actually cared deeply for his deceased mother.

I wonder what he must be thinking now

After a moment of silence, An Xuetang still silently reached out and grasped Mo Yunjing's hand.

Mo Yunjing then lowered his head and glanced at her.

Knowing she was worried about herself, he curved his lips into a smile and shook his head at her.

He then looked thoughtfully at Dr. Liu lying on the ground, silent for a moment before instructing the soldiers outside the tent, "Buried Dr. Liu."

Regardless of whether Dr. Liu's past actions were true or false, he had saved his own life many times. Just for that point alone, there was no need to let him die in the wilderness.

After Doctor Liu's body was handled, Mo Yunjing had Mo Yunchen buried, at least giving him a place to rest.

When ordering everything to be arranged, Mo Yunjing remained expressionless.

Let An Xuetang and Feng Ming et al. not see what he felt.

......

As they had just returned to the North Frontier Army camp, they still had many things to attend to.

There are still quite a few factions from the Bai Guang Gong embedded within the current Bei Jiang military camp, and there are also those former subordinates who were captured. At this moment, Mo Yun Jing needs to handle all of them one by one.

So, Mo Yunjing had several tents quickly set up for An Xuetang and the others, letting them go to rest.

An Xuetang had originally wanted to stay with him the whole way, but Mo Yunjing raised his hand and rubbed her head at this time, "You've worked hard all the way, go rest first. I'll handle the rest. Give me two days, and in two days we can set off back to the capital."

Although An Xue Tang was eager to return to the capital, she also knew that a large city like Beijang needed someone to take charge.

At such times, you must absolutely not leave rashly.

Otherwise, it could cause chaos in Beijiang City.

So he nodded, "No need to rush, let's settle in here first."

Feng Ming walked over at that moment, and seeing the two people acting so intimately, he couldn't bear it any longer. He immediately complained, "Alright, alright, I'm watching A Tang, you go do what you want to do."

Mo Yunjing merely hummed in response, then turned and left.

......

After Mo Yunjing and his troops left, the faces of the remaining people in the tent grew solemn.

Han Yun looked at Feng Ming, her brow furrowed. "He looks calm and collected, but I always feel like he's putting on a brave face."

He didn't need to name him specifically; everyone present knew he was talking about Mo Yunjing.

Just now, Mo Yunjing didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations, but everyone present knew that today's events had a great impact on him.

The two people who died in the camp today had a profound impact on Mo Yunjing's first twenty-plus years.

Although Dr. Liu was acquainted with Yunrui, he had stayed by Mo Yunjing's side all these years. When Mo Yunjing was gravely wounded, he repeatedly pulled him back from the jaws of death.

Han Yun and Mo Yunjing have known each other for many years, so naturally, they know that Mo Yunjing doesn't just see Liu the physician as a subject, but also as a respected elder.

Dr. Liu's betrayal must have dealt a heavy blow to Mo Yunjing's psyche.

If only Dr. Liu had died alone, but just now Mo Yunjing saw his own brother die right before him with his own eyes.

Mo Yunchen's actions this past year have indeed been chilling, but in his earlier years, he and Mo Yunjing shared a deep brotherhood.

Whether it was genuine or feigned, Mo Yunjing took it to heart.

Within a single day, I witnessed the deaths of two close relatives right before my eyes.

How could Mo Yunjing possibly be so calm and collected now

He must be afraid they'll find out, afraid that Princess Beijang will worry, so he puts on a calm face, but who knows how miserable he is inside.

Feng Ming did not speak at this time, but silently looked at An Xuetang, who was frowning.

An Xuetang's lips pursed into a straight line, standing still, her deep gaze fixed on the doorway, lost in thought for a long time.

Feng Ming feared she was worried, so he raised his hand and gently patted her back, comforting her, "It's alright, your Northern Border King isn't a three-year-old child. No matter what emotions he has, he'll find an outlet to vent them. Don't worry."

An Xuetang came to her senses, giving a faint "hmm" in response, then turned to Han Yun beside her, "Let me change your dressing first."

Actually, Han Yun wanted An Xue Tang to either go with Mo Yun Jing or at least keep him company.

Before she could utter a word, Feng Ming slapped her hand away. "You're barely managing yourself right now, so don't worry about anything else."

If someone else had taken over, would they care this much

But he didn't say anything more about it.

Several people went together to the already set up tent. An Xue Tang treated Han Yun's broken arm wound absentmindedly.

Feng Ming watched from the side, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Especially seeing An Xuetang clearly wanting to take a hemostatic powder, yet taking out a blood-activating and stasis-resolving decoction.

This scared him into immediately grabbing the bottle from her hand and frowning, "A-Tang, step aside, let your older brother handle this."

After Feng Ming snatched the medicine from her hand, An Xue Tang felt a moment of confusion.

She immediately looked at Han Yun's severed arm and said, "I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now. Let my brother take over."

Perhaps he also knew that his current state was not suitable for treating Han Yun's wounds.

So An Xue Tang silently got up and gave her seat to Feng Ming.

Feng Ming and Han Yun looked at each other, both with a hint of worry in their eyes.

After some thought, Han Yun smiled and said, "Princess of Beijiang, don't worry so much. As the Phoenix Valley Master said, King Beijiang is not a three-year-old child. No matter what kind of emotions he has, he will certainly be able to adjust them himself."

Although he had lost two important people recently, those two had already betrayed him. Perhaps the sadness, grief, and inability to accept it, he had already experienced them all. Now, he should not find it so difficult to accept. So, the princess needn't be so troubled.

He and Feng Ming did indeed both think that An Xue Tang was worried about Mo Yun Jing's emotional problems.

I'm afraid that if Mok Yunjing witnesses the deaths of two close people within a day, he won't be able to accept it.

But An Xuetang fell silent for a moment then asked, "You said...Jing's mother truly didn't die"

In the midst of their conversation, she suddenly looked up at Fengming, "Brother, I mentioned those two strange men to you before, the ones who tried to steal the portrait of A-Jing's mother from Jinchuan Temple. Do you still remember them"

Feng Ming thought for a moment before nodding. "Hmm, I have some recollection of my elder brother."

An Xue Tang narrowed her eyes, "Later those two men fled into Yao Mountain. Our people searching for the Tang Valley had searched extensively in Yao Mountain, but they never found the trace of those two men."

I have always suspected that the two might be related to A-Jing's mother, otherwise, why would they risk their lives to steal her portrait

An Xuetang had also suddenly thought of this matter. Not long after she and Mo Yunjing returned to the capital, they met a friend who claimed to be Mo Yunjing's mother at Jinchuan Temple - the Master Huayuan.

And Master Hua Yuan had a portrait of Mother Mo Yun Jing in his possession. Back when he was at Jin Chuan Temple, two strange men appeared just to steal the portrait of Mother Mo Yun Jing. and all those present, including the Empress and the Consort.The Emperor's brows furrowed slightly, his deep gaze fixed on Mo Yunze before him. He spoke in a displeased tone, "What brings you here"“Y...