With a slight frown, Ling Luoyu thoughtfully: "The Protoss... doesn't it mean that it doesn't exist anymore? How come there will be descendants?!"

Mrs. Xing became more and more contemptuous: "Why don't you get a clever person like you? It's impossible for any race to wipe out all your blood! Just like your reckless race, you don't exist in the world, and you are still alive. Okay?!"

"Who else knows about their identities?"

"This... I don't know much, I also heard people say it accidentally, so I can't be refined, so I don't know the true or false!"

Madam Xing looked at the wound on her body and cautiously laughed.

"Miss Ling, look, I even told you such secret things, can you let me go..."

"Okay, no problem!! Besides, I can heal your injuries, but..."

Ling Luoyu Xiemei chuckles, squatting down in front of her.

"But before that, you have to answer me a doubt..."

"and also?"

Mrs. Xing's face changed slightly.

"I have told you what I can tell you... the rest, I am afraid I don't know..."

"No, you will know! It's about the Queen's daughter, Mo Xuanchen's mother..."

In the golden hall, Mrs. Jin sat there with expressions on her face, her eyes wandering on the delicate ornaments.

"Golden House...Zang Jiao...hehe..."

She laughed suddenly, not knowing whether she was laughing at herself or what she was laughing at.

"I own the Golden House, but other than that, what else do I have?!"

The door of the temple opened, and the maid Qinse walked in silently with a bowl of soup.

"Madam, I think you eat less in the morning, so I made you a bowl of soup...you can drink as much as you want!"

"no appetite!"

"Madam, you have lost weight in these two days..."

Qin Se put the soup on one side and let out a long sigh.

"Madam, are you upset about Miss Ling?!"

Mrs. Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, and she squinted: "Ms. Ling? Which Ms. Ling?? Is it Miss Lin, the new favorite of the king, or Mo Xuanchen's fiancee, Ling Luoyu?!"

Qin Se's lips trembled, and finally he hung down his head: "Qin Se dare to speculate...Madam, I must be very troubled with these two people!?"

Mrs. Jin slowly closed her eyes, and leaned on the brocade with her head raised: "Qin Se, do you know what the greatest pain of a person is?!"

"Pain? What does the madam mean?"

"It's so cold in the heights, it's hard to find a friend!!" Mrs. Jin quietly opened her eyes, looked at the gold-painted ridge, and suddenly laughed at herself: "When you have a secret full of secrets but no one talks about it, that is the greatest pain"

Qin Se indulged: "Ma'am...Isn't Madam having me? You can tell me anything, so you won't be in pain!"

"No...you just know my secrets, but you can't share those secrets..."

For Mrs. Jin, Jinse is only her confidant, a person who can share secrets, but cannot share the joy of that secret with her.

Qin Se was said to be inexplicable and did not understand the difference between the two.

"Madam, Jinse is dull, you..."

"hthg!"

Mrs. Jin suddenly sat up, her complexion regained cold.

"Give me the soup!"

"Yes!"

Qin Se quickly offered the soup with both hands.

"Madam, I heard, where did Ling Luoyu go to Mrs. Xing, and also closed the door of the temple. The two of them talked mysteriously for a long time..."