He stood up in frustration and fiercely flicked his sleeve," Wei Jing!"
Standing outside the door, Wei Jing quickly walked in," Your Highness!"
"Go, check on the An Family of treason!" As Xiao Zhenting spoke in a deep voice, his face turned ashen. His gaze was dark and cold, making it so that no one dared to look directly at him.
His mood became impetuous for no reason.
His expression was also extremely ugly.
Wei Jing stiffened," Your Highness ……"
"Go!" Xiao Zhenting waved his hand, signaling him to go down.
After Wei Jing left, Xiao Zhenting walked a few times in the study, sat back at the table, took the memorial and wrote it again.
However, his expression had always been gloomy.
Mo Qingsi personally cooked chicken soup and sent it to the study, but was stopped by the servant.
