With the help of the not-so-bright moonlight and his extraordinary eyesight, Mo Xianyun took a serious look at Cen Xiyan's face, then thought about it carefully before replying: "It looks like it, but it doesn't look like it either."

"Oh?" Cen Xiyan raised his eyebrows and asked: "How is it similar? How is it different?"

"Your appearance is somewhat similar to your mother's, but other than that, there is nothing else like her." Mo Xianyun said.

There cannot be another woman like this little woman in this world, she is unique.

"What kind of person is my mother?" After looking at Gu Tinglan's portrait, Cen Xiyan became somewhat curious about that woman for some reason.

Mo Xianyun thought about it, and then said with regret: "I don't know your mother very well. If you have a chance in the future, you should ask my mother." After a pause, he said again: "As long as she is willing to talk.

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This is a direct admission that his mother has a close relationship with her mother.

After listening to Mo Xianyun's words, Cen Xiyan remembered that Mo Xianyun was still young when Gu Tinglan passed away. Moreover, searching from the pitiful memory of the original body she received,

There is also no impression of Yi Lianjue and Mo Xianyun. After Gu Tinglan married Cen Ao, she had less contact with Yi Lianjue. In this way, Mo Xianyun should also treat her mother.

I don't have a deep impression, let alone an understanding.

"Oh..." Although Cen Xiyan was a little regretful, he stopped the topic, "It's getting late, Brother Yun, I'll go back first."

"Why don't you go in and sit down?" Mo Xianyun hugged Cen Xiyan's delicate body, somewhat reluctant to let go.

"No." Cen Xiyan shook his head and said, "I'm a little tired. I want to go back and rest." Only when you have enough energy can you do more things.

If she went to his room with Mo Xianyun, the big tail might want to do something to her.

Mo Xianyun looked at Cen Xiyan and narrowed his eyes.

Cen Xiyan's eyes averted for a moment, feeling a little guilty inexplicably, and then secretly despised herself. This man was obviously cunning and shameless! Why should she be so guilty!

In the end, Mo Xianyun didn't insist. He just pinched her tender face and said softly: "Then go back."

"Well, then I'm leaving..."

"Yeah." Mo Xianyun nodded and let go of Cen Xiyan who was held in his arms.

Cen Xiyan turned around and took two steps, when Mo Xianyun's voice suddenly came to her mind, "You want to check on that Zhao family?"

"Yes." Cen Xiyan admitted: "I think she is a little suspicious."

"If you need help, just tell me." Mo Xianyun said.

Cen Xiyan shook his head and said, "No need for the time being. Brother Yun, don't bother thinking about it."

Cen Xiyan's intuition told her that Gu Tinglan's death might really have something to do with the Zhao family. She had taken over the daughter's body, so she thought about doing something for the mother and daughter who had long since left this world.

Mo Xianyun knew that she might have suspected the cause of his mother's death, and also guessed that she wanted to take revenge personally, so he didn't say anything more.

Cen Xiyan returned to Jinglan Pavilion, changed out of his night clothes, and took a cold bath before going to bed to rest.

Early the next morning, Madam Wei's body was carried out of the Cen Mansion and buried.

As for the commotion caused by Cen Xiyan last night, not many people knew about it because Cen Ao had kept silent.

Cen Xiyan also asked Jingshuang and Yingxue to pay attention to every move in Zhao's yard.

At night, she originally thought about snooping again to see if she could hear any useful information, but thinking of the conversation between Zhao and Feng's mother last night, with Zhao's carefulness, she might not be able to hear anything more.

, so he stopped his thoughts and thought that after leaving the house, he would tell Yue Yue to make some arrangements.
Chapter completed!