The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 203 The weird Nasturtium tea
hell
Eighteen floors

Bai Yan was surprised: "He said he didn't know where Mo'er was?"

Miaoyuan nodded, "Yes, that's what Immortal Jinnian said."

"Then where did Mo'er go?" Bai Yan became anxious again. If Su Nian didn't even know where Mo'er had gone, then where could Mo'er hide?

Miaoyuan comforted him: "Don't worry Bai Luobo, I will find him. He must be hiding to recuperate now. We will see him after a while."

"Okay, then you must tell me when he appears."

"Yeah, don't worry." After Miaoyuan left the Tianzi Dungeon, she walked towards the Xuanzi Dungeon.

She still wants to meet Mrs. Meng. I wonder how Mrs. Meng is doing now?
Are you unable to eat well, sleep poorly, and worry all day long?
As a result, as soon as she arrived in front of the dungeon, she saw Mrs. Meng dragging a few imp jailers from hell, happily playing the ghost card. She looked like she was dominating one side and winning all over the world, but she couldn't tell that she was unhappy at all.

"Your Highness?!" As soon as the jailers saw her, they quickly stood up, saluted, and opened the door for her.

When Po Meng saw her coming in, she threw down all the ghost cards in her hand, looked at her happily and said, "Why are you down, Your Highness? But it's no longer fun up there?"

Miaoyuan walked in and saw the ghost cards scattered on the table. She curled her lips and said, "Mother Meng, why are you still playing cards? Don't you want to go out?"

If she didn't go out, Su Qin might take her position as Po Meng.She is still playing cards in the dungeon with such a big heart.

Mrs. Meng stepped forward and pulled her to sit down, "I heard about what happened to you in the human race, and I also learned that you found out the real culprit behind the scenes, so you vented your anger on me."

"But I can't get out now. I can't see you. I can't cry in this dungeon, right? Then I can only play cards with them."

Miaoyuan became even more paralyzed when she thought about the human race. She lay down on the small table, piled up with the ghost cards, and said depressedly: "But Shuilu was killed, and no one has proven that it was done by the dragon race, so We still lost."

"How did you lose?"

Seeing her ruthless and cheerful appearance, Po Meng said in relief: "Your Highness, you won several competitions at the birthday banquet. Even the sect leader of Cangling Mountain looked at you with admiration. Why are you still discouraged?"

"No, Mrs. Meng..." Miaoyuan lay down in her arms and said sadly, "I'm sorry for you. I still can't save you."

"Oh, my little highness, what are you talking about?" Meng Po Meng lowered her head, gently touched her little head, and enlightened: "I am staying here very well, and my official position is still good. Now, no one dares to bully me, so you don’t have to worry.”

"I know about the human race. Your Highness has tried his best, but the people behind the scenes are too arrogant and vicious. How come you can find out if you want to?"

"Yes!" Miaoyuan raised her head from her arms, very angry, "Obviously it was the Dragon Clan who killed many people from the Human Clan, but they still refused to admit it, and now they pretended to be my father and killed Shuilu. , killing each other! They will be punished!"

Po Meng nodded, "Your Highness is right, they will not have an easy time."

"I will definitely find out the real culprits behind the scenes and let my father punish them severely!"

"Okay, Po Meng believes in Your Highness."

Miaoyuan stood up and said firmly: "Mother Meng, don't worry, I will definitely ask my father to let you out."

"I'm not in a hurry," Po Meng smiled and shook her head. Suddenly she thought of something important. She raised her eyes and looked at her and said, "The most important thing now is to find the person behind the scenes."

Miaoyuan thought for a moment and said, "I asked Sister Bai Chang about this, but she told me with certainty that that person is my father."

"Sister Bai Chang will not lie, so this person must have something to do with my father. But my father did not leave the table that day. The only time he left was to go find my aunt."

"My aunt lives in a remote place in the far west, and the place where the accident occurred was the Fengshuang Forest near Yanhu Hall, and the time is not right, so it must not have been done by my father. There is no reason for my father to kill Shuilu and get into trouble. .”

"So what I still can't understand is how did that person manage to be so similar to my father and hide it from everyone in the Hell Ghost Clan, including Sister Bai Chang?"

"Breath." Meng Po said something about the person in the dream. Apart from the breath, no matter how similar a person is to imitating, no one can miss the flaw. "Yes," Miaoyuan took a step, turned around, and suddenly realized: "Aura is indeed the essence of a person, and his aura cannot deceive others."

But then, there is a new problem.

"But how come his aura is so similar to that of my father?"

Po Meng shook her head. She couldn't guess this, "Perhaps His Highness, King of Hell, has something contaminated with his breath, and he might have left it outside."

Miaoyuan wrinkled her face and said in confusion: "How could it be? My father is not such a careless person."

"Mother Meng also feels something is wrong, so there must be something weird in it."

"Well, I will definitely report this to my father and let him find out."

Po Meng stood up, thought of someone, and said, "Your Highness, you might as well ask, maybe there is someone who can know something."

"Asking who?" Miaoyuan looked at her doubtfully, asking who could know about her father and the people behind the scenes.

"Ask the elf you brought back."

Miaoyuan was surprised, "Jieya?!"

Po Meng nodded, "Yes, Your Highness, she is the former subordinate of Empress Yan, she may know something."

Miaoyuan nodded quickly, "Okay, I understand, I'll go see her right away."

……

Ruthless Palace

Main hall
The door of the palace was gently pushed open by the ghost servant. Suqin stepped in with the hot tea in her hand.

"Your Highness—"

Yan Yi raised his head and looked over, "Is there any news about Meng Hui?"

Suqin lowered her body and stepped forward, putting down the hot tea cup in her hand, "Mr. Meng Hui hasn't come back yet. This is the newly brewed Linghua tea, Your Highness, please try it?"

"No need," Yan Yi leaned back slightly, half-leaning on the black solid wood chair behind him, his expression a bit cold and inhumane.

"You go out and let Heichang come in."

Suqin's expression froze, she raised her head and said with a smile: "General Heichang is investigating a few kiddies in Fengshuang Forest that day, and wants to see if there are any new clues. If your Highness has anything to do, you can just ask his subordinates to do it. of."

"Nothing else, just go and do your work."

Suqin squeezed her hands tightly, lowered her eyebrows and said softly: "Then this tea..."

Yan Yi waved his hand, stood up and returned to his usual indifference, "Take it away, I don't want to drink it."

She raised her eyes anxiously and said: "Your Highness, it would be good for you to have a taste. This subordinate specially used nasturtium medicinal flowers to combine with the spiritual tea——"

Before Suqin could finish her words, she saw Yan Yi in front of her and turned around and entered the inner room without even looking back, leaving only a lonely and alienated figure behind her.

She lowered her head with a wry smile and felt extremely ironic when she saw that the Linghua tea she had carefully brewed for several hours was still steaming.

(End of this chapter)