Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

That's right.

Mu Chenyuan thought it was the best to return to the Imperial Domain as his younger sister.

Many doubts can be explained in the past.

For example, why did she suddenly have the ability to make An Jia fall overnight.

Why can they fight back against the Song family.

Why is the fighting technique that belongs to the imperial domain alone...

Wait, wait, and so on, the doubts can be explained.

Mu Chenyuan said calmly: "You still have to say why Tianshu and the others came to you."

"It's because you already knew about your relationship with the emperor An Xia, and it was the emperor An Xia who sent Tianshu over."

"For so many years, you have been helped by Emperor An Xia to be able to live safely now."

Thinking about it carefully, it is a feasible way.

Succeed, that's all.

An Xia laughed, "Are you worried that when I tell the truth, not only will no one believe it, but instead I will be arrested and studied?"

"It's credibility is zero." Mu Chenyuan laughed, "It won't be taken away, but it will be considered a mental state problem. After all, you have been living a dark day for dozens of days, and this is the first time you have executed it. With these kinds of tasks, it’s easy to think you have stress symptoms.”

Speaking of Anxia, ​​there is nothing to say.

Because there is such a possibility.

Then return as the emperor An Xia, and by the way, let Xia Houyu believe some things that no one outside knows about.

Xia Houyu's routine is very good. Five o'clock is his fixed time to get up, no matter whether it is winter or summer.

Just as I was getting dressed and ready to go out, my phone rang.

At this time, calls are basically urgent.

Glancing at the hidden number, Xia Houyu's face darkened, and he picked it up quickly, "Hello, I'm Xia Houyu."

"It's me, An Xia."

The indifferent voice came, colder than the north wind blowing outside.

Inexplicably, Xia Houyu's heart sank slightly, and he had a bad premonition.

"An Xia, are you okay now? You've worked so hard during this time, and you've suffered a lot of grievances."

I have always kept An Xia in mind, and I first care about whether An Xia is okay.

An Xia said: "I'm fine, now there is one very important thing I need to give you feedback."

Very serious, so serious that Xia Houyu's expression froze, "Okay, may I ask."

That said, it's a long story.

After talking for a full eight minutes, Xia Houyu couldn't answer for a long time.

He didn't believe it, but some things that An Xia said later made him have to believe it again!

It was indeed the emperor An Xia who secretly helped Mu Chenyuan's brother to return to China.

"She even told you such a confidential thing..." Xia Houyu sighed, "It seems that your relationship is really good."

Can you please?

A good relationship with the same person.

An Xia replied without changing his face, "Well, Mu Chenyuan next to me is shocked now."

Very few people knew about this matter, so few that even Mu Chenyuan knew about it. The person who gave his brother's urn to him back then was An Xia.

Mu Chenyuan was really shocked.

It was An Xia, he had an intersection with An Xia so many years ago.

There seemed to be a thread in the shadows, quietly bringing him and An Xia together.

At that time, I was immersed in the sorrow of losing my brother, and did not pay attention to who was holding the brother's urn in his own hands.

Looking back now, all he can remember is that small, square, small box covered with a red flag.

After taking it, he bowed deeply, then turned to leave.

Turns out, it was her.

Holding her free left hand, fingers intertwined, holding tightly, the man who has always been indifferent and cold, the corners of his eyes have turned red.

An Xia glanced at him, moved the phone away, and said to him, "Don't cry, I can't comfort you right now."

Alas, the tiger's tears make it more distressing.