Affectionate Warmth
"Mo Jingli would never collude with Nanzhao if it meant treason! He wouldn't do such a thing!" Feng Zhiyao gritted his teeth. Yet Ye Li's words left an alarming trace in his mind; if Mo Jingli indeed dared, the aftermath would be unbearable to imagine. "Ah-Yao?" Feng Zhiyao turned to Mo Xiuyao, who was deep in thought, hoping for his agreement. Mo Xiuyao's eyebrows furrowed as though he didn't hear him. He was staring at the map Ye Li had laid out, lost in thought. After quite a while, he said, "If Mo Jingli comes under too much pressure, who's to say he wouldn't? Third Feng, I need information on the Southern Border, the more detailed, the better."
Feng Zhiyao nodded. "I understand. I'll deliver it to you within half a month. So... should we inform the palace?"
